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splash of orange do you even remember when the two of you wandered
down moonlit roads
and stomped into playgrounds
just to ask them for forgiveness
for the weed you smoked,
the deception you practiced,
and the piercing looks you shot at and through
the only people
who loved you?

well although their seesaws nodded, and their swings did sway so, the playground never was equipped with handlebars strong enough
to hold your problems.
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kali there is still hope to find understanding within the simplicity of it all. still find your playgrounds, and cherish the freedom they represent, not the things that you have done to taint them 021117
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megan i used to go to the playground across the street when i cried. i'd sit at the top of the slide and hold my bony knees up to me, and rock back and forth until the tears stopped. sometimes it took until night and my mom would come yell at me to come in for dinner. i used to think that it was the playground that took everything away, but it wasn't. i was horribly mistaken. it was the prayers that i whispered roughly into my knees that counted. it was those brought me out of my little world of playgrounds and bruises, it was Someone who truely cared. 030107