by Nicholl, Poet & Author Channel
Tags: holding hands, loneliness, time out
Self-published author Nicholl McGuire reads from her book, "Laboring to Love Myself" available on Amazon.com This is the sequel to Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate. http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com
Football March(?) this your boy friend I Know you're here. I can see you holding hands ___ hope you go on outside laugh an indoor laugh(?) an indoor planning(?) an indoor plumbing as well that's funny and there's something else I want us to talk about. Oh that was it going to they rock shop and reading outside every piece of rock and then say ___ through the manager.
2 years ago I broke up with my boyfriend and I decided to go on holiday on my own ___. My travel agent told me that it was a wonderful place. But they didn't tell me that it was also a very popular place for people on their honeymoon. Everywhere I look I saw couples holding hands and looking romantic looking to each other eyes. The travel agent also said it was always sunny there but the weather was terrible. It was cloudy and very windy. To pass the time I decided to do a diving course one of my life time ambitious. But it was complete disaster. Because the first time I went under the water I had a panic attack. I couldn't escape from the island so I spend an incredibly
Three years ago I broke up with my boyfriend and I decided to go on holiday on my, on to the ___. My ___ I did not ___ that it was a wonderful place but he didn't tell me that it was also a very popular place for people on their honeymoon. Everywhere I looked I saw couples holding hands and looking.
by Jacqueline's phlog
Tags: running in circles, seasonal depression, holding hands
Fresh from taste a gun from your head. Hello. You aren't the only sole tonight with seasonal depression. I heard the singing tap taping on suicide inside my brain every Winter. But that photograph of I saw on the train tracks. Holding hands, nose is touching. That's what stops me from becoming an angel. Get high on this road cause you ride on what we called this beauty and things like that with potential happiness and ring and ring and ring and ring the door bell. Just rose in the sadness and look at your windows to break free. The fiery angry inside of you is self inflict rather than the wine and glass and bottles of glasses that you drink tonight and that's what brought you here. But look at me. I found you. I'm running in circles.