So what

March 24, 2009 at 6:13 pm (Diary Excerpts, Poetry, Short shorts, Uncategorized)

So what if the event that was meant to change your life has already happened. It didn’t affect you at all you say. Are you sure? Some changes are very small and you don’t realize they’ve happened at all, until its too late. Is it late then you ask? I don’t know, maybe, but you have to find the true answer, eventually, everyone does in some shape or form.

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Pain

March 24, 2009 at 11:43 am (Short shorts, Uncategorized)

You don’t know her but you know and very much feel her pain. Its not the pain you expected to find, its different, deeper and much worse. Even though everyone thought she had everything you realize she that she had nothing.

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words

March 21, 2009 at 4:29 pm (Short shorts)

The words rolled off the back of his tongue as if all he were doing was saying hello, the words “I’m going to rape you were said so slowly it seemed as if that’s all he said. He had spoken for at least half an hour before these words were heard, but all those letters that made up those previous sentences vanished once he had announced his intention.
I can’t remember anything he said after that, all I can remember is what he did next. He raped me.

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Dear Joe

March 14, 2009 at 4:55 pm (Poetry, Short shorts)

Dear Joe,

 

The last time I saw you you refused to talk to me or let me close the door. You said I should say what I wanted to with your office door open, but how could I when he was just outside? How could I tell you that I loved you, that I needed you and that I was sorry. I pleaded with you to close it. I wanted to tell you everything. You asked me why I had gone back after I had been fired, I couldn’t tell you than what I can now; that I went back for you. Had to see you, talk to you one more time.

 

It’s been a year. I’m still in that office with you. I left myself there when you refused to talk to me, just in case you changed your mind. Have you? 

 

 I phoned you six months on. You didn’t answer so I listened to your voice on the answer machine instead. I called again at midnight just to hear your voice. Pressed my ear to the phone and pressed redial for an hour. Was tempted to to tell you to call back, but knew you wouldn’t. I’m writing to you now to plead with you one last time to let me in. Can’t we at least talk one more time?

 

 I want to go and bother you when you’re working just to see if you’re ok. I’ll laugh when you come in to work eating your cereal bar, smile then tell you I’ll bring in a box of cereal just for you. Then you’ll say that you have one on the top of your fridge but can’t reach it. I’ll wonder what your house is like and if you really love your wife, then tell you to reach higher and we’ll laugh.

 

Please reconsider your decision.

 

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