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My hair is red, all fire and hallelujah's in the wind







Deep scratches in a stone statue will never bleed.


However,
neither will they ever heal.


(it has been almost three years I have loved him)


Weather lately, has grown the bitter beard of an old man, forcing me to wear socks around the house.

Bills are paid on time for the first in ages and I haven't seen a pink slip in months. My daughter doesn't know the difference and neither do the cats.

At work they find me witty and mean natured at the same time. It's unfortunate they've found out I'm intelligent with or without the blonde hair. I tell crude jokes these days, and am forced to fix the computer programing now that they know I know.

My hair is red today. All fire and hallelujah's in the wind. Some of the male customers say they preferred me blond and the manager gets bolder about trying to push me into his bed. I walk like I own the place and no one disagrees, when all I really want to do is to go home.

I'm tired. The house decorated in pumpkins, yellow-red leaves and wreathes in green. Another holidays sleeping on my couch. This is supposed to be joy and songs with bells. Instead, the ache swells.

(he never loved me)

Soon, it will three years since I first loved him.





























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  • mcheadle
    November 22, 2007
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    life is like this

    God loves you all of the time. Sometimes when others find how useful you are he may find out he had missed a treasure he didn't think was as good as he was and see his loss go out the door with out even thinking he was wrong. Take care little one...mac Red hair is not so bad I have red hair wouldn't trade if for the world.


  • quantumsurveyor
    November 22, 2007
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    This has the real feel of anguish, malaise, hopelessness and touches the senses. Normally I don't go for pieces that are more or less prose in a poetic shape but this works so well. Couple of technical thingys: "wreathes" is the verb, you should have "wreaths"; and there is a "be" missing in your final line. Thanks so much for sharing.
    Donald

  • Climbing2nothing
    November 22, 2007
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    WOW, bravo! this was very real and so bluesy, really hits the heart in the right places, and nothing truly speaks bar the heart, the way it places you within the visions of each wonderfully descripted scene is awesome, so well done,

    W wall nuts and vodka screw drivers
    -jas


  • just mercedes gold member
    November 21, 2007

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    intimate, conversational introspection, weighing, trying to find the balance between loss and gain, like pressing a bruise, to see if you still feel pain. I liked this very much, the flinty outside and the soft inside.


  • Danna Hobart
    November 12, 2007

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    Sigh... you always manage to write something that touches my soul. And you make it look so effortless, like it just pours out of you, whereas I labor over every word I wrote. That's what makes me envy you


  • bw43
    November 10, 2007

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    this was beautiful. sad. but beautiful. but something nice about it... it didn't sound empty and in despair. it sounded... i don't want to say hopeful... but more resolute... like the speaker has decided that she won't just wither away and die because "he" doesn't love her.

    it was sad. but not "i'm so depressed let me slit my wrists" which i liked.

    is it only my wishful thinking that reads that you've picked yourself up?


  • leo2
    November 8, 2007

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    I know our outlooks on life and love are at the opposite ends of the spectrum but this is an interesting peek into your point of view. Which, by the way, except for the obvious gender difference is not all that different. I hope you don't find me offensive because I have a weakeness for the ladies, especially the redheaded ones..lol. Best wishes in the contest and all your endeavors.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


  • Auburn Sunrise gold member
    November 5, 2007

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    oooh

    Interesting!
    I love how you go from major theme to minute details and conclude with major theme... also the opening lines are incredibly vivid and thought-provoking.
    One nit-picky thing... I think the second and third line combo would be better expressed as:
    "However,
    they will never heal"

    or

    "Yet,
    they will never heal"

    Just my opinion!
    Awesome write!


  • Abscessed
    November 5, 2007
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    oh this is just gorgeous. its like getting an insight into your insides.

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