Jami Ward's Blog – August 2010 Archive (33)

He held her hand as hard as he could, knowing that all his strength now was but a feeble echo of what it used to be. He realized that his grip was not to keep himself here but to keep her from going, to make her stay and listen.



"Promise me," he whispered. "Promise me that you won't stop them from taking this shell." He stopped speaking to try to pull enough air into his weakened lungs to finish. "This shell I'm in now," he continued. "Fucked over by that damned disease and then by the… Continue

Sleep is submergence into surcease surrounded by a surfeit of surreal surprises.

Is your ego bruised?
Or do you just see it now
Through a purple lens?

If I kept my heart
In a plastic bag for you,
Would it get moldy?

Clouds and elephants
Are alike: huge, gray, slow, loud.
I hope it's raining.

Screams of frustration
Frozen in my smiling mouth
By civility.

It's hot and spicy!
It's attractive and sexy?
No, it's Thai cuisine.

If you save your heart
Until you find the right one
You get no interest.

Am I too late now
To do what I should have done
When I was early?

How many more times
Must we fight for equal rights
For ALL our people?

We know who we are
From the moment of our birth.
Sometimes we forget.

Life comes in colors
And we see our world that way.
Today I'm purple.

I had to be me.
Everyone else was taken.
My me fits me well.