Posted in Poetry, Prose


Laughing, makes for
no break to smile
a quiet smile
when she used to,
when I wanted to,
She used to laugh
at my jokes, making me
make her laugh again,
without stop
wanting her to
waiting for her to,
We laughed until
our sides hurt,
breaking the distance
the awkward silence
between us, two
I wanted to see her
a smile, no less, no more

Just a smile,
when the laughter died out
and her Cheshire Cat smile

remained on my lips…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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