i wrote these for a creative writing class about 4 years ago. i just found them and i thought i'd share... Red The mountains in the distance stand strong against all foes. Watchful sheep look on and begin to comprehend their gloomy destiny. Sure, they are taken to find greener pastures, but nobody ever mentions the rivers of red that run through the green. To be confined in your existence, fenced in by a force outside you. To be a sheep with no choice but to follow the herd. To live your life never knowing the day when the mist will swallow you whole. Voicemail Red light flashes, warning of impending doom. A voice from the past and the here and now becomes the there and then. Instantly I can feel your hands touching my hips, your lips brushing my lips. The spirit of times passed has a hold of me. You'd love to see me again I thought these memories had floated away like balloons let go by a child. I was wrong. Your words weigh me down like tar stuck to my feet. Guilt. I lied when I told you attachment was not something I could handle. What I really meant was my heart belonged to a different stranger. Caught. I've braided this string connecting us out of deceit. I've got scissors burning a hole in my hand. I'm ready to cut the ties and set sail without you. Junkie I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to quit smoking. Trying so hard to give up something you love. Desperately willing your thoughts to trail to something other than what is forbidden, but finding it nearly impossible. Wanting so badly to give into the desire - just this once. But knowing that if you give in now, you've lost your only shot. Smoking, you, both kill a part of me. My heart, my body, what's the difference? Can I give in and indulge just this once? I can remember the taste of your kiss. I crave it like a smoker craves one more drag.