Ronda : Writing

Death is Hers

Death is Hers

A Poem by Ronda


Sometimes people can be vindictive in their actions...
Carson Hill

Carson Hill

A Poem by Ronda


An eye opening day in a simple, small town...
Super B***h

Super B***h

A Poem by Ronda


Some people have no morals...
Chardonnay

Chardonnay

A Poem by Ronda


My glass of Chardonnay, radiating a saddened glow from the overhead kitchen light next to the smoking candle that gave up hope moments ago. ..
Loose

Loose

A Poem by Ronda


I am running nude through the field with my bare feet enjoying every sensual blade of grass that has been given to me and grown by our mother who..
Time

Time

A Poem by Ronda


The mirror reflects the girl I was and the woman I am and the person that you once wanted me to become. I am battered and dying as a fl..
Want

Want

A Poem by Ronda


Being wanted is such a precious thing...
Empty Pillow

Empty Pillow

A Poem by Ronda


Waiting for someone to come home and missing them is always a bitter-sweet anticipation.
Wicked Hours

Wicked Hours

A Poem by Ronda


Awakened with your transparent eyes in the fog of the hourand wanting to call youand make you believe I love you.Calling your voice mail again just to..
New Skin

New Skin

A Poem by Ronda


Bad marriage, bad job, bad friend... we are all a slave to something. Who would not want to let it out and plot our revenge against the thing that ..