Diana : Writing

The Fall

The Fall

A Poem by Diana


The FallThe wounds that I came so closeto telling you of.Lie beating and pulsating.Throbbing within and without.The chains that ensnarecame so close t..
Musings on Friendship

Musings on Friendship

A Story by Diana


At a core level we all think of people in terms of friend or not, whatever you want to call the not may vary, but the function is the same. (Friend or..
Phantom, Frigid Friday

Phantom, Frigid Friday

A Poem by Diana


It's a phantom, frigid Friday.Ghosts lurking 'round the bend.Friendships turned dream-like...in the shadowy realm of reality.The ignis fatuus of lovew..
The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away

A Poem by Diana


The One That Got Away Wine Glass in Hand, I talk about the Feelings I reject. Love, love, love. The kids tell me I have so much of it. But ..
People as Products

People as Products

A Story by Diana


People don't care about what you've been through to get to where you want to be. All they care about is the end product. Anything else is just nice so..
Put-upon Independence

Put-upon Independence

A Poem by Diana


And it's fierce.You try to take careof what no one else did.I don't know how to speak of it.So I do not speak...much.You tell me others wouldif I let ..
Lover Whom I Never Called Lover

Lover Whom I Never Called Lover

A Poem by Diana


Lover Whom I Never Called Lover And I said I’d never claim you as such. But you became that to me. Lover, whom I never called lover... ..
Delirium

Delirium

A Poem by Diana


Laughter turns into tearsas you fade into delirium.Tear-streamed cheekbonesand hollowed out eyes.You lift your head in vain.Owning nothing.
Religion Called Faith

Religion Called Faith

A Poem by Diana


Religion Called Faith You use it as a vehicle for guilt. You fancy yourself a savior... fashioned in his likeness. Within it you cannot s..
"Smile more. You’ll look better.”

"Smile more. You’ll look better.”

A Poem by Diana


"Smile more. You’ll look better.” You tell me to smile more. So, I do. My smile is garish. Glaringly bright. And you say: "There...