Origami Birds
May 30, 2012
May 25, 2012
May 16, 2012
Could have beens.
My eye caught the corner of a
non-descript piece of paper. It had been hidden amongst other leftover papers
that cluttered my dresser. To anyone else, it was meaningless, but to me, it
was filled with memories. My mind hurled back to that one fateful night, to
countless could-have-beens. That night, he had almost held my hand. But in the
split second of decisiveness in his eyes, he didn’t. He was scared.
don't worry, i have an imagination, therefore: fiction. (:
Yet my mind was quick to
manufacture could-have- beens as I watched him turn away; his eyes had turned to
seek mine, but paused and looked away. Those could-have-beens were like wilted
roses, or dusty daydreams, the stale kind. My brow wrinkled in sorrow at the
memory of that night. We had been so close, yet so far away.
The
shrill voice of the teapot jolted me back to reality. It was insistently
shrieking and unrelentent— I hurried to the kitchen. But as I poured my tea, I
set the frail shell of that poor dried rose of a memory on a back shelf in my
head. It was no use lingering, who knew what the future would hold? Yet, that
rose would always be scented with a hint of bitter-sweet sorrow at that which
could have been. don't worry, i have an imagination, therefore: fiction. (:
May 12, 2012
May 5, 2012
April 30, 2012
misleading glinterings
Tears glittered on her cheeks in the near dark
And a song no longer
Weaved through her hair
Nor sat like a cloak
Around her shoulders;
All that remained was a sigh,
A wind in the grass.
She was spent
And all alone.
No one saw the glint on her cheeks,
No one heeded.
No one looked
For the hurt behind her eyes
And she was alone,
Silently
Watering the earth
April 29, 2012
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