to reach out
kiss your brow,
hold your hand,
give you bliss
make your world
a softer shade,
urges to drink
so hard,
the bottle aches,
sink
into dizzy oblivion,
holding the hand
of stale
rum and
flat coke.
Sometimes they reach
so
roughly into my
skin
that I almost
carry them out
Sometimes I wish the
sun would shift to
rain
but I can't imagine
where
I'd
be without it
to brighten
my
eyes
when they're dim.
Sometimes I
feel the need to
flash a brilliant
smile and
Blind your
eyes
leaving you unable to
see my need
I get the urge
to walk away
but
here I still stand
ironically stoic
morbidly alone
these urges wash over
me,
begging me to act.
But whatever strength they
have
I hold 10 fold.
Jessica Mitchell 3/8/99
This is not, by far, my most well written piece, but it is one of the most raw pieces I have written, one of the few that really come from me and who I am.
On another note it looks like I am going back to college, it is just a matter of what program. It is a toss up at this point between, beauty school, Medical Office Assistant, and a couple options in Computer Sciences and Multimedia Design. Which sounds most interesting to all of you? HELP!
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