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Sheryl Joy Olano

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Sheryl Joy Olano

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Stories by Sheryl Joy Olano

Hush and doubt . . . are potential breakup songs. They divide him into pity, grief, anger, and incredulity. The imminent goodbye hanging in the...
Maybe I would do a great job being a rocket engine I flare up so quickly that I could fuel a whole town in minutes I could shut up so quickly...
I see my clumsy handwriting In a two-year-old notebook That came out of A friend’s heart. I see my messy scrawls And gasp, that was the...
Don’t make me write a love song I’d rather cry, I’d rather shriek Don’t make me take a pen and free The thunder, the sun...
I see my heart breaking before me Crumbling into pieces at what I see I feel it’s tug, it’s grieving sigh Hidden from everyone but me...
Despite being blindsided by  The lack of gentleness of heart . . . In how she delves into the follicle  Of the absurd; in how she is...
Trapped inside, You forced me to hide With your double-edged lies And spinning deceit You . . . is a word Spanning untruthfully through time...
Four walls of secrecy Four planes of A virgin heart’s malady Entwined to each To enclose the night And just one blinking Fragile light...
My friends laugh more when they see tears streaming down my face or even when my eyes get teary every time I laugh. They always wonder why,...
Edward, I would love to spend some time with you, but you suck ... literally. Edward, you’re strong and everything, but you’re just...
Every sight of you No longer breaks my heart No longer draws a secret smile From my stubbornly timid lips But every sight of you Still keeps...
Always the girl outside, by the window Drenched in rain, wiping the fogging glass With her hands to see clearly ... Always the girl ... with...
An old man wore a tattered polo In a worn out shade of murky blue As he walked amidst a well-dressed crowd During my father’s funeral...

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