http://barbraschroeder.com Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:00:30 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en You keep telling me I'm beautiful But I feel a little less so each time Your love is so colorful It flashes like a neon sign But I finally drove out where The sky is ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/04/25/swim-by-ani-difranco/ Noun: a photograph or picture developed or executed in black and white or in varying tones of only one color. Adjective: lacking variety and interest; insipid. http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/01/05/mon-o-chrome/ When you want to run, to hide And conceal yourself inside, a crowd So the world bounds you Remember what it really takes To encompass such solitude The acute awareness of yourself ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/12/03/recollection/ what's with that halo hovering above that thick skull spare me if i do say so - i think you're covering 'course there was nothing ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/12/03/shrug/ I lead you down a path That was dark, And wet with fear Dripping with hindrance You lost your way I disoriented you You trusted me, And I lead you astray So patient, and so clear You ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/12/01/fissure/ By Jenny Pirkle I was born about noon in the shade of magnolias Wearing the rose-colored glasses of trust Everything to lose, but still I flew higher When I took that one fatal glance at the earth ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/12/01/reality-in-darkness/                          PostSecret.com http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/12/01/postsecret-i-can-relate-to/ I twisted in knots inside myself, And swung back and forth about you. This is me, everything is, this is life. We both know what we are responsible for. I will hold myself accountable for me and, You hold yourself accountable for you. We ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/11/29/absolved/ You don’t know how you feel. You believe what you say, but it’s not real. It is sad, the idealistic daydream we believed would come. A slightly closer look, ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/11/28/commit-to-memory/ Memories continually flicker like lingering flashes from a camera, and are as present as the still whispers of a stranger’s eye. They envelop my broken heart, and mend scars that break, and bleed warm reminders of previous intent. The dust settles silently in a place of relief and ... http://barbraschroeder.com/2007/11/27/that-which-evades-me/