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Kerri D Jan 2014
Eccentric, tea-drinking Whovian, bibliophile, lover of puns.
*This was a writing assignment I had to to for one of my classes. It's going to be the author bio for my contribution to the anthology that our whole class is going to be published in. :)
Kerri D Feb 2014
Flying down the highway,
open space all around.
Fast-moving Flaneurs, and
our feet never touch the ground.

Music fills my ears and my heart,
as I belt out songs with my best friend.
Our voices ring out from the start;
music swelling in the small space.

                                                         ­                   Eight hours never feels long
                                                            ­                when we are driving together.
                                                       ­                     The road is a line and life is a song.
                                                           ­                  I want it to last forever.
Kerri D Oct 2013
In the beginning, it was...sublime.
you changed me; made me better.
moments sighs touches caresses, skin on skin
burned into my memory.

                                                               ­                    Remembering it now; a small
                                                                                   shiver running up my spine.
                                                                ­                   A deep breath to calm.

In the beginning, you made me feel beautiful.
Desired.
Wanted.
New experiences for me; never felt before.
Nobody took the time to look at me the way you did.
And nobody has taken the time since.

                                                         ­                             Another shiver.
                                                                ­                      Another deep breath.

In the beginning it was fire.
But a flame soon fades away.
The secret escaped, and you backed away.
Leaving me stranded. And alone.

                                                         ­                            Deep breath.

You stole my happiness, and left me
swirling in a sea of doubt; no raft
of self-confidence for me to cling to.
There were a few times it seemed
you were holding out your hand.
But you were only leading me on,
jerking the raft out of my reach every time.

                                                               ­                Deep breath breathe breathe
                                                         ­                      don't forget to breathe.

In the end, it was ice.
No heat no love no help nothing's wrong
I'm fine, really.
As I continued to carve out my pain on my own skin.
You wouldn't notice now, but the scars are still there.
Lines in the sand.


                                                      Took me over a year to get my happiness back,
                                                           ­        with some help from a few good friends
                                                                ­     I found my own raft. I rescued myself.
                                                         ­               But at a cost.
                                                                ­        The ice is still there. It holds my heart
                                                           ­                     because I am afraid.
                                                                ­                I am afraid to let the ice crack
                                                           ­                     to let someone else in
                                                              ­                  what if it's too good to be true
                                                            ­                    what if I'm not good enough
                                                          ­                      what if
                                                                ­                what if.


My heart stays frozen.
Kerri D Jun 2012
Tangled limbs; tousled sheets
I lie in bed beside you
Mind and body at peace.
Kerri D Feb 2014
Standing in the cinema,
you blow your straw wrapper at me
(because I've just done the same to you)
and I silently thank my lucky stars that
you are a part of my life.

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