Country Corner Cafe

Posted: May 5, 2017 by kwilliams41 in 2017, KaileahW

When I was young in the restaurant mom was always on the grill frying burgers and dressing buns with bright yellow mustard stains on her shirt.

When I was young in the restaurant I remember the milk man coming in every Friday with a black crate of strawberry milk.

And during the night we had to mop the floors until they sparkled, wipe the crumbs off the tables, then wash the dishes, until everything was spotless.

We forgot about the dishes once and bubbles went everywhere. I told myself I would never do the dishes again. I’ve stood by that.

When I was young in the restaurant I made money just by socializing and stealing customer’s food. Though this was okay because they weren’t complete strangers.

When I was young in the restaurant I remember my mawmaw telling me stories and cracking jokes to make me laugh.

Now she is gone, and with her she took my love for the restaurant; however, in this restaurant holds many memories that I can cherish.

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The End.

Posted: May 5, 2017 by phoebed1 in PhoebeD, Uncategorized

Shifting, we fall apart,

moving in sync.

Gazing upon broken hearts,

melted into one.

Separated in a  close room,

falling to each other.

 

AS the blackened skies grow darker,

still seeming to exist in

the absolute nothing.

the void of emotion.

the ending of a forever love.

Waiting.

Posted: May 5, 2017 by phoebed1 in PhoebeD, Uncategorized

Waiting —

Sitting —

Watching —

Staring from the corner.

 

It sits alone, not to be bothered

purposely, that is.

It sits waiting like a predator

about to attack it’s prey.

It sits, watching me

happy as can be.

                      Until it can strike.

Oh, what a terrible thing!

       what a terrible thing!

Except this creature —

             this monster —

             this thing —

it sits and waits,

residing in me.

Within Myself

Posted: May 5, 2017 by kwilliams41 in 2017, KaileahW

There’s a place withing me that journeys through novels

Shifting through genres like gears in a car

Inside this place within me…

I feel Free.

Like no one else is around

There’s this place within me that I can forget about the real world,

and jump out of reality.

The place I can be Myself.

Posted: May 5, 2017 by phoebed1 in PhoebeD, Uncategorized

Despair reigns over the humanly body,

placed delicately over the raging fire —

broken, bruised, and beaten —

streaks of light break.

 

A winter morn has begun.

 

 

As death approaches,

chanting wind switches show in the air.

Through a peaceful sky,

horror strikes —

leaving winter to be the cause of the first light.

 

Forever Missed

Posted: May 5, 2017 by alexishodges02 in AlexisH

I remember holding your hand while crossing the road. I remember  everything we done and places we went. You left us without a warning or a goodbye. We excepted that in our lives. You are forever missed.

Forgiveness

Posted: May 5, 2017 by kwilliams41 in 2017, KaileahW

I asked you for forgiveness,

But you gave me none.

I told you I was sorry,

For more than just one.

Though you tell me it’s alright,

But you’re still trying to fight.

I want the old us,

The laughing…

The smiling…

And occasionally crying.

I asked for forgiveness;

Still waiting for none.