Jiggity

Okay, so why haven't I read anything from you before, eh? Who are you and where have you been hiding?! Outrageous.

If people are wondering, I recently became unemployed, so I really have too much time on my hands. I'm hoping if I produce enough crap here, I can jump start ...

I liked your comment 'you may ignore this one', purely because it's so improbable. You may attach that tag to my entire thread haha, but then, I think I approach ...

#7.2 I store your stolen kisses beneath my bed in an iron box illicit with contraband; in rusted dark, it withstood the storm of childhood nightmares, but how will it ...

Has it really only been 7 days? It feels like forever. #7.1 I've tarried too long here in the silken shadow of parting words unsaid, but caught in the freeze ...

#7 Grandma's a gypsy, they say with funny toes gnarled and hungry (they never made me laugh though i worried they would eat me) but never fed. Her feet are ...

I went looking for this just to berate you for not posting but it would seem the error was mine, in not looking beyond the first page. My apologies, sir. ...

#6.5 Murky clouds whisper conspiracies founded in last year's christmas party, that the weatherman was blown under his desk by an intern with skyblue eyes but I keep worrying at ...

#6.4 Written with Hannah's aid :p I used to run by summer riverbeds not in season, wrinkled and raw with a newborn's promise, and think how much I'd love-a tug ...

#6.3 N'yah, I'm too old to hear about fairies okay? I left them behind that old sock draw in the attic lined with yesterday's dust that seeps through wooden cracks ...

#6.2 An Ode To Hannah's Dream i don't suppose you dream quite like I do; in a world grown quiet with hateful prayers lining supermarkets in middle suburbia, i found ...

#6.1 A witch lives down the road, off the path driven by most across a creek choked with weeds that can't or won't grow alone, heedless the words they stop ...

#6 Time's festering tick bleeds between seconds and minutes not counted by the tramp on the corner of London Town, to whom days pass in blurs anointed by the clink ...

I think I'd like to reconstruct this, later when I have more time. #5 Summer Reverie Patches of blue sewn through the tattered tapestry of yesterday's storm blink through splayed ...

I absolutely agree. Thanks Jasmine!