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Accidental Injury

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm

Heavy hearts weigh you down. Long fingers of regret reach far and wide touching all who love you, changing you forever in their eyes. Like a child that holds a chick too tightly, he may never know the “sleep” he induced was eternal, but that doesn’t change the fact that its death was at his hand.

Like a Sponge

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm

Waves of emotion come spewing forthChanneling the pain of othersTaking their sorrow to lessen their burdenAnything to unlock the chainsThat tether to a tortured youth

Brighter

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm

Take responsibility for your actions.But don’t let them define you.Make better choices.Forge ahead.Let go of the past.See things how they are.Release the anger.Let in the sun.and enjoy yourself.

A Quiet Night Alone

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm

A colorless sunset disappearsMelancholy underlies a quiet night aloneItchy feet and restless thoughtsNo sleep for the wearyWhite noise fills the space reserved for real emotionCrippled mind and clogged heartRegurgitating memories trying to feel myselfComfort in the absence of painA vapid existenceA quiet night alone

Piggies

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 17, 2008 at 8:30pm

Piggies at marketsPiggies at homePiggies eating cowsStarving piggies cryingHow is this a childrens game?

Mindless Masses

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 6, 2008 at 4:00pm

Shades of gray pave the wayTo a rockslide of moralityHonesty; when it gets you somethingLowered standards make the gradeSubmission no longer requires a beatingConsequences be damnedVillage idiots rule the worldSilenced massesHopeless and witheredBlinded by conformity

Not My Best Idea

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 5, 2008 at 3:00pm

Perhaps letting someone peruse the pages of my little book of crappy thoughts wasn't the best idea. Now, with the passing of time and no word, I can't help but wonder if the ugly that I puked onto those pages made her run for the hills. Didn't really think I was that scary. Who knew?I would say that this will churn itself into even more useless wasted ink. At least I use recycled paper. Woo Hoo!!!

Overflow

Posted by PrttyBrd on September 3, 2008 at 6:00am

Three hours of talking outside myself has left me slack-jawed and stupefied. Do I really love the sound of my own voice? I think not. Sometimes a mind just needs to pour off the excess in the most accessible fashion.

From a Chrysalis to a Butterfly

Posted by PrttyBrd on August 30, 2008 at 11:00pm

From a chrysalis to a butterflyAs her wings slowly unfurlHer colors emerge, brilliant and beautifulPatterns so mesmerizing;It is almost unimaginableWhere did she come from?Where will she go?To see her becoming is ethereal.A child as any other into a woman so amazing she glows from within. Britlie, my niece, my joy, and my hope. I love you.

Hidden

Posted by PrttyBrd on August 15, 2008 at 5:30pm

Waves crashing on rocksFoamy water ebbsChurned up residueClings to the surfaceObscuring the beauty beneath the sludge

Scary Stuff

Posted by PrttyBrd on July 23, 2008 at 4:00am

For those out there who need more convincing, check this out...http://www.poconorecord.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080506/MULTIMEDIA02/80505016

Tedious

Posted by PrttyBrd on July 21, 2008 at 12:00am

As a child, you can't wait to grow up to never have to do chores. You never expect that chores can run together like melted ice cream and take over existence in its entirety.