Saturday, August 01, 2009


Thrust into the darkest part of the night,

I flailed about and hated the unordered chaos.

The ice burnt a hole in my heart,

And tears evaperated into bitterness

As anger held tight to my thrashing soul.


we're doomed said...

PMS? Don't you just hate smart a** men, Carla?

Carla said...

We're doomed, lol. As long as you're clever, I'll keep you around :-)

Anonymous said...

Haunting of mystique - often wise is the unknown.

Carla said...

Peter, Is it? I will have to ponder that for a bit.

pandave said...

I'm imagining anger holding your thrashing soul. And unlike calm arms that would calm the thrashing, it's like the anger fuels it. Such an amazing picture too.

Anonymous said...

hi all

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Can't wait to start some good conversations!


Thanks again!

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