Tag Archives: sadness

Berated

Posted on February 8, 2015 by The Sterling LIne

Like silks saturated in gasoline, My heart burns slow, dank yet ready to burst. The poisonous glances of contempt thrown my way, the low flying words, rewriting a past which to me seemed sun filled and light, Woven into passages dripping … Continue reading →

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On Dry Land

Posted on August 18, 2012 by The Sterling LIne

Cocoa too hot to the touch As shocking to the fingertips as the cold tabletop is to naked wrists. The tactile sensations of life, intruding into my numbed psyche reminding me that I’m still alive. Stealing my thoughts back to … Continue reading →

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We Touched

Posted on February 4, 2012 by The Sterling LIne

It shone through our every cell like tropical sunlight through a house of glass. I know you felt it too. Shimmering warm and casting rainbows on the walls and floors. My heart laughed in a tone I had never heard … Continue reading →

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Heartache

Posted on March 20, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

Heartbreak comes when you realize that your words were misconstrued. An aching in the chest so deep it gives your soul the illusion that the thickness of your ribcage is one of unfathomable depth. You touch your heart and wonder … Continue reading →

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Holding Ballast

Posted on January 20, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

Like swimming through dense fog, Moisture seeping into my thoughts, Dampening them, weighing them down, So laden, they drag deeper, Moving slowly like leaden fish, My heart aches like the lungs of a diver as I gasp into the clouded … Continue reading →

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One more bottle of beer

Posted on January 10, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

He was taking the meat in his white, freckled hands, forming it expertly into tight round patties. It takes both strength and dexterity to move with the grace that he did and I watched the muscles in his forearms shift … Continue reading →

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