Natasha Lalonde

Joined June 2017

9 stories

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70% Monica, 30% Phoebe. Oh, and I like to write.

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He Loves Me Not
Sweet sunshine daisy baby bright blonde bulb bring me a conversation I’ll never understand how you can say everything with your eyebrows
By Natasha Lalonde7 years ago in Poets
Commitment
My love for him is squirming lines on lined paper And this lined paper is a box, a steel box I’ve put him into This box is a falling missile and it’s coming
By Natasha Lalonde7 years ago in Poets
Zodiac's Lie
All of the other kids get picked up first, but I wait. I always wait. Cars are so damn hard to drive. Icy roads make for
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
People Say Things
People say things about our generation. For the first time in existence, we have grown up always being connected. Facebook since the age of twelve,
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
Tai Chi Ladies
Like birds they slice through the air. Hips above necks, eyes always, always, closed. They look like they’ve become
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
Red
I once saw a man So red I thought he was a sunset In the middle of July His teeth shined Like melting icebergs And you could just tell
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
Plastic Bags / Smudged Painting
Doors open. Crowds push forward. The metro sighs and hiccups along the track. Sylvia sinks further down into her seat. Empty expressions melt into their newspapers.
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
Bismillah
The first time I heard her whisper Bismillah, I witnessed the beauty in believing in God. But yesterday, between computers and cacophony,
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Poets
He's the Reason I Always Wear Rubber Boots
I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. His mouth was moving in slow motion, spit barreling out and riding the air. His soul, painted four shades darker today, was flashing warning signals at me from within his chest. The skin on his forehead was so furrowed, it looked like it had burrowed away into itself. I bet his nerves were having a fist fight. I bet it was because of me.
By Natasha Lalonde8 years ago in Families