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Her.I hate this. You have no idea how much I hate this. This lonely feeling that builds up inside, creating this dark isolation that keeps me caged up, alone with my thoughts. I see the way my friend looks at his girl, and the way she looks at him. Love. It's perfect. He'll wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear "Hey, you're beautiful. But you already knew that." And I know, that that's the kind of love that I desire. To be with the perfect girl. To wrap my arms around her and whisper lovely things into her ear. I want to hold her hand when we go on walks and talk in our personal inside jokes that only bring us closer. I want to have those phone calls, late at night, where we fall asleep still talking on the phone. I want to slow dance with her in the rain, and then looks into her beautiful eyes, whisper "I love you" and then lean in for a kiss. I want to be able to cook with her, take naps with her, take care of her when she's sick, lonely, scared. I want to be her protecter, her
HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
EMPTY PAINI miss you,
and you don't even know.
And if I scream it, write it,
sing it, sign it...
you will never know.
I miss you, and I cry.. I cry... I cry.
And the tears have flown to such a point
that they are no more.
I hate not knowing where you are,
what you are doing,
I hate loving you... and you not knowing.
Do you even know who I am?
Remember the time we once had?
Frozen pictures clutter my desk,
your sweet smile... innocent eyes,
elegant beauty. A time... long past.
I miss you,
And the way we used to dance.
The times where we ran.
And I miss you so much that I want to scream,
I want to hit something, to cry, to drown in a stream.
The pain is unbearable, the hole in my soul unhealable,
And I want to scream that I love you. That you matter.
But you will never know.
That I am your father.
You are my daughter.
I miss you.
Sat Jul 15, 2006
Copyright © 2006 Josh Hendrickson
Ollie was beneath a raincoat-yellow fountain. It was spurting water in all directions like a liquid umbrella. His hair was pasted to his forehead, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of bright blue swim trousers with sharks on them. He loved sharks. That was why, his mother always explained, he liked to bare his teeth savagely in pictures, so much that his eyes seemed to be devoured by his cheeks.
There were bleachers because of the kids taking lessons. Gerald seated himself on the top and watched Ollie raise his palm up to feel the water. He stretched so freely, like soft taffy being pulled. His ribs shown lightly through his healthy peach skin.
Ollie didn't like the actual pool, though. Even the shallow end was too much. He didn't know how to swim and of course Gerald could not teach him, having forgotten himself. Ollie was content enough with the whirly-gig fountains and the artificial shore of the wave-pool. It was supposed to look like sand. Ollie probably thought that all sand
I Met MeToday I met a girl,
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
How in the world?
Who is this little girl?
"But I'm here to say you'll be alright.
Though your friends will leave,
leave you feeling alone and cold,
you'll find a reprieve."
"So just stay strong
because I know you can do it."
How? Who are you?
I wished she would quit.
Suddenly it was silent,
and I turned to see,
but there was no one there at al
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