The vibration of the cellphone in her purse had gotten her attention as she was walking down the subway station stairs. Where are you? She simply turned it off. There was the temptation to write back something snippy like that saying she had seen online… “Don’t push me away and then wonder where I went”…… Continue reading In the dark…
You say, I make you feel Special… But you are wrong. You are special. I am just here to remind you, dear…
Little you’re not anymore, I know but, I know people who would disagree. Tonight your joie de vivre is pretty low And you don’t wish another sunrise to see. There will be loads and loads of tears at home, tears of rage and tears of sorrow. Try to remember the love…… Continue reading Letter to a little girl…
I never fell in love with you… You made me trip, And then mocked me for Lying on the floor.
Your words, they fit me like a glove Intricate fabric of emotions, of chills of butterflies, inked on my skin One by one stitched to my stomach. You cut your stories, High fashion tails tailored to be wrapped around my hips… You write black classy lace, and You can dress me up…… Continue reading Haute écriture…
Hello Lovelies! 5h30 in the morning, and realizing that I’ve been back in Montréal for a week now, giving myself excuses for the last 7 days not to get to work, dust off the Cove, go back to the comment box and answer the messages I had left pending. Because, yeah, I was in Vikingland,…… Continue reading Comeback, flash “Meet & Greet” style…
Blank. Drawing a blank. She would have laughed aloud, if that expression didn’t irritate her more, than not being able to write one solitary word, before tossing the paper in the air, or on the floor, or just crumpling it up in anger. “There! That’s it for me. I can’t take anymore!” Writer’s block.…… Continue reading In your last letter to me…
What did you just say? I thought I heard, you utter a word or two, but then I fell asleep, not having the option of remaining in your presence, before I succumbed to the need for rest of mind, that troubled me so, the thoughts of late, of why and when, and how much…… Continue reading Thoughts…
Holding her fingers to my lips, close enough to hear the truth, but wanting only the lies of the night, Tell me anything, she said Tell me of your desire, and your need for closeness the pain of separation and the turmoil of the passions that burn within, Tell me that…… Continue reading Tell me anything, Except…
I admit to being biased at times… I can’t help it, knowing Notthedane56 the way I do. But this has nothing to do with it. People who have suffered from depression know it is extremely rare to come across people who haven’t and still can put it into words like this… I just couldn’t not…… Continue reading The Injustice of Depression
