s. b. lacroix
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I heard what sounded like screaming early in the morning, not long after dawn. It sounded as if something was dying, slowly, painfully. It screeched out one last cry before silence fell. Death echoed in that silence. I looked out the window. I’m not sure what I expected to see. There was a gray hue to the…
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The smell of death l lingered like a salesman that wouldn’t take no for an answer. The is something about the rotting of flesh that reminds on how mortal a being with a heartbeat is. The rain poured off and on between bursts of sunlight. It was late afternoon, but I was still in my…
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The curse of perfectionism laid its heavy hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, counting all the ways I wasn’t good enough. I thought I’d learned not to listen to those whispers, but it appeared I was falling susceptible to them once again. I waited for the feeling to pass. A day or…
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There is a pathThat leads to eternity,Where trees guide the wayWith unwavering certainty. There is a path where pain ceasesAnd dreams are released,Where one’s level of consciousnessIs greatly increased. There is a pathThat if you dare follow,What you are today,You shall no longer be tomorrow. There is a path to understandingWhere you will instinctively know,The…
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Perceptions often distorted, Things not always as they seem; Reality is often illusion,That which is but a dream. What appears to be happiness,Is merely a cheerful mask;Nothing but a pleasant fiction,A daily perfected task. Can love break all barriers?Can it save an aching soul?Can it redeem a self-betrayal?Can it make an empty heart whole? A lifetime of…
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The snow gently falls outside my window as my fingers sit idle on the keyboard. I can’t seem to take my eyes off its falling white powder. By February the snow, while always beautiful, is not all together desirable. Winter drags on and the cold becomes bitter. I miss the warm weather, the rain, and…
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As I walked a path of orange and gold,The crisp feeling of the autumn air;I found myself lost in the memory of you,And pondered how life was unfair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,Had I come to terms with my choice?Sorrow washed in and filled me with regret;In my mind echoes the…
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There is beauty inThe little things,Like song bird wingsAnd front porch swings. There is beauty everywhere,All around;The clouds in the sky,The flowers on the ground. There is beautyAnd if you try,You can see itAnd it may make you cry; For there is beauty inYour heart and soul,That will withstand timeAnd never grow old. From my…
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18 May, 2010 – Tuesday, 4:00pm The black dog has been with me for some time now, and even the simplest of chores seem overwhelming. The days slip idly by and I’ve little inclination to do anything about it. I wish I could, and I make mental plans to; but while the body is willing,…
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11 April, 2010 – Sunday 11:23pm I’ve been banging my head against a wall for so many years; I can’t remember when it all started. But I’ll be damned if I give up. I miss what it was before it became tainted; like everything becomes when money is involved. I miss what it gave me,…
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I heard nothing until he spoke my name. His haunting voice echoed in my mind as I attempted to get on with my daily chores. The day was bleak. Black birds of every kind gathered in my yard, their screeching unable to be ignored. Had they come to warn me? Had they come to announce…
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There are days I’m not sure where anything is going. My head is heavy with a fog that makes it hard to think let alone function. It’s something deep—a complete and total exhaustion of both body and mind. It persists and becomes an uneasiness that affects every thought I have. It grabs ahold of my…
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