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Do you remember the last time we saw one another? It was a long time ago. But I still remember that day. I remember how kind we were to each other, on that afternoon when it no longer mattered. I had thought it was going to be hard. We had been fighting for so long; the battle lines were long drawn, reconciliation long abandoned. But it wasn’t like that at all, was it? It was easy. Familiar. Comfortable. We had Bellinis at Gato Negro, and we talked about those halcyon days when we were you

Love looks different in retrospect.

We hate and we love. It hurts.

A stranger is not what he appears.

Conversations with Strangers “Hello.” It was a deep voice, and richly textured: a lover’s caress that gently plucked the heartstrings. I gave a slight, involuntary shudder when I heard it; a chill ran up my spine and an intense feeling of dread welled up inside me. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again he was standing before me: a tall man, with an unshaven face and hair, once blond, now faded almost completely to grey. His face was severe, constructed of decisive lines and harsh pl

It was indeed a deliberate choice of font and formatting style. Took me ages to get the HTML right in GA stories for that column But aside from the formatting, thanks so much for the review! It is ALWAYS much appreciated:) Menzo

Love isn't measured in years.

A Measure of Love Our shouting was abruptly silenced by the sound of a wine glass shattering as it hit the ceramic tile at my feet. The noise reverberated through the apartment, followed by utter silence. My eyes widened in shock, and I opened my mouth to yell at Aiden, across the room, but an immense exhaustion washed over me and I closed it again without speaking. He stood motionless, staring at me silently with hard, unforgiving eyes. It was a harsh silence — a silence filled with six year

Cold, broken and desperate; united only by their loneliness, I watch those poor wretches limning the harshly paved streets below Turning my gaze, I see the vaunted splendor of architectural marvels; Their revolving doors admitting black suits and silk ties. This grey twilight: a blending of day and night; poor and rich; weak and powerful; This – this is London, fabled London A city I have always loved, but a city that seems so unforgiving As I look out my window at the mindless mas

Running You're just a kid But you know you have to run From that haunting shadow But with every step, it looms larger You run fast; faster than ever before You feel like you could run anywhere But you're just a kid And you can't escape an adult's world You're bigger now; older, angrier You run so much faster Sometimes you escape that shadow But now there are more hunters Every turn leads to a bully Every door reveals an enemy you thought a friend But

Just some personal musings and ramblings. I'm really not a poet, but I do enjoy writing poetry at times. Enjoy!

I’ll See You in Hell My parents step out of the front door I watch from the curtain ‘til I’m sure they’re gone With silent resignation, I go about my task I take the shower; the water scalding my loathsome frame I shave my legs and underarms I step out, and put curlers in my newly blonde hair And I style the curls into a Marilyn Monroe style up-do With my hair glamorous and classic I daub white powder onto my face I open the bright red lipstick And roll it slowly over

Opposites Attract? You were a fiery idealist And I was a gentle cynic You saw the best in people I saw the crippling flaws You said you would die for me I told you not to be foolish You said we were soulmates I told you there was no such thing You said it was fate Me – coincidence You said you would die if I did I said I would grieve, and move on We loved each other But you saw our fights as leaks to be fixed And I saw them as a natural part of our relationship