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If I could stop time Would it ease your pain Make you stand up From where you have fallen? Or would it freeze the pain Make it everlasting A motionless object…
If I could stop time Would it ease your pain Make you stand up From where you have fallen? Or would it freeze the pain Make it everlasting A motionless object…
A pretty lady, Watching over Ficleteers: Heaven’s new angel.
You left me, yes its true But while you were here I was just happy to be stuck with you Every time I close my eyes Thinking of you, that’s no surprise It gets…
That familiar, tight feeling wells up in my throat. Don’t cry, don’t cry, I think. But I can’t help but cry for someone that I didn’t even know. Through her…
i believe in God. infinite in mercy, but loving enough to leave us to our own devices. even if it means we sometimes experience pain. i believe that heaven is…
I light a candle For her spirit Looking at it The fire burns bright She is that fire Her personallity All bright and strong Dancing in time and wind Catches…
Jesi, I apologize if this fails to do you justice. When I think of what little I know of you, from your writing and from comments of yours I’ve read, three…
“I guess this Internet thing isn’t going away anytime soon,” the Universe said to himself. “Huh?” piped up the Universe’s-Inner-Child. “Sorry, I was reading.”…
A pen is silenced lying still now on the half-empty page. It’s a fire burning through the library. Words we never read disappearing before our eyes. A heart is…
Today I wear colours The brightest of hues In remembrance of a rainbow ‘Jesi,’ that is you.
Long, drawn out sobs escape me as I lie against the pavement in my driveway. I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try. Even the honeysuckle-scented, humid air…
Jesi we loved you. We knew you more each day. Words cannot describe feelings when you passed away. I thought you and Eddie-Joe would live on forever. You were…
Bright echoes of life and laughter dance across the hall, Her voice reverberating -- Thrumming the air Like so many strings. Just because she is gone does not…
Stare at the walls. There are no words. Why do I feel my eyes wet with tears that weren’t shed for my grandfather? Why do my fingers shake for someone whose…