The Mind of "M", M.J. Garrett [read 50 shades of grey txt] 📗

Dear Diary,
I watched her as she circled the basketball court during PE. The perfect smooth skin on the small of her back made me melt, as she lifted her shirt to cool herself. The way her friends would follow behind her, signaled what everyone already knew, that she was the leader of the pack. She pranced around school like she owned it...and she did! Her perfect smile hid her perfect teeth, which only added to the pleasure of looking at her perfect body. She's older than me, I know, but is that to say that there is no chance? She probably doesn't even know that I exsist, but who is to say she won't tomorrow? I know I'm young, but I know what I feel is real! She's the one for me....SHE HAS TO BE! Why would God allow anyone to feel like this....if it wasn't real? One day, she'll be mine and I'll take care of her like a precious diamond. Well, good night for now....I'll be back tomorrow


Flower Girl

The aroma of summer flowers filled the heavily occupied room across the hall. I never really liked the smell of flowers, and I never really liked the room across the hall. To me it always represented what I never understood. Why is it that so many people will gather to mourn the death of a loved one? I always felt that maybe the dead didn't appreciate the gesture. Maybe we should be joyful that they have taken their rightful place in their new heavenly homes. Maybe there isn't a heavenly home. Maybe this is their final resting place. I don't know, but that flowered filled room across the hall has held the dead for as long as I can remember. It holds no grudges. It has no preferences. So is it the room that I fear, or the flowers? I'm not for sure, but the one thing I do know, is that no one has walked out of that room once they have laid in it. No woman, no man, no child has escaped the clutches of that room. And pardon my boldness, but what makes me so special? Why am I the one to walk away? So as the aroma of summer flowers fill the heavily occupied room across the hall....I find myself smiling in the belief that maybe.....


Flower girl 2

Maybe it was supposed to be this way, a day when the sun's radiant light has been brighter than I can remember. The flowers are more colorful and more alive than any other flower that has had the honor of resting on this floor. I'm sure many have thought the same, but for some reason today has to be the best day for such a celebration. They all line up waiting for me...today, I'm the special one. Because if things don't go the way fate has intended, at least they remember who the flower girl was. I might grow up and change in appearance, but I'll always be remembered for the little flower girl with the perfect flower throwing technique. Today is my day! Today, I will show up ever person in the celebration! I'll have that special dance with every person in the party. I've rehearsed this for so long....there is no way I can mess this up! This grin on my face says it all......
......"What do you mean, 'there is no bride?'"


Flower Girl 3

They laid there limp and lifeless. I found a peace watching their bodies laying there under that graffiti covered bridge. Everyone else seems so busy. They rush to there jobs and away from what they don't understand, and they never see the beauty of nature. They never understand that at this moment, these two are as peaceful as they will ever be, serving the purpose of symbolism and love. The memories have gone from anger and rage, to a peace and understanding of purposes. That's why I stand here and gaze at these two beautiful lifeless roses placed so gently on the ground. Someone’s memory is being celebrated and I want to share in that moment. Will I be celebrated? Will I have someone to drop roses on my place of death, only to celebrate the life I lived? I don't know.....but I gotta get to work.

Publication Date: 08-28-2011

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