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Molly Lilly

Molly Lilly
Location
New York, New York, USA
Birthday
July 04
Bio
Words fail me.

MY RECENT POSTS

SEPTEMBER 18, 2014 1:14PM

I Left Him

I was all fast moves and high planes drift. I slid into the night with baggies in my pocket pushing B-Girl moves. Skipped the line, "What's up?" to the door man. Met with a kiss on each cheek. 

Bartender knew my drink. He nodded to the tall man next to… Read full post »
JANUARY 8, 2012 3:54PM

Simple Promise

I'm finally leaving home. I've moved many times in my life. So often I was running. This time, I'm moving because I want more.

But that's not what this is about. This is about my Papa. I know he wants nothing more than for me to succeed and to persue my dreams. I also know… Read full post »

JANUARY 8, 2012 3:53PM

Simple Promise

I'm finally leaving home. I've moved many times in my life. So often I was running. This time, I'm moving because I want more.

But that's not what this is about. This is about my Papa. I know he wants nothing more than for me to succeed and to persue my dreams. I also know… Read full post »

OCTOBER 19, 2011 10:19PM

Now We Are Vivid

I was holding her hands, rushing alongside the stretcher. Nurses and doctors were yelling, telling me to move back. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth open, her lips were dry and cracked.

"Wake up!" I yelled at her.

A nurse pulled me away. I look at the nurse’s face, she looked likeRead full post »

JUNE 19, 2011 4:40PM

Farewell

I will write no more.

Not here.

I, we,  had been working on a project, I was preparing to post a few sneak peeks. The project seems to have ended.

I burn it all.

Goodbye OS. Read full post »

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APRIL 5, 2011 8:06PM

On My Way

 When I lived in DC I was not an honorable woman. I used to cheat and lie. No, I did not work for a lobbyist, but I was dishonest just the same. I have changed.

In DC I had several friends who loved me just the same. They worried and confronted.… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
SEPTEMBER 30, 2010 11:16AM

Misadventures in Dating, Part 1: Don't Fake It

My mother committed suicide over a decade ago. I got a call from a guy I had dated a bit the other day telling me he attempted suicide the night before. He knew about my mom. 

People come to me with personal stuff, people I don't know well, people I work… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 23, 2010 1:14PM

8-ball of Islam, Hiding.

I converted to islam at the national mosque in Washington DC. It did not last very long. My time as a muslim woman was not something I felt deep down in my heart. I did it out of fear and a need to be hidden and safe.

For about a year prior to my… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 17, 2010 10:12AM

Romeo Prrrrs

My youngest sister brought home a kitten from the barn she works and rides at. He was orange and white, a Tabby, from a wild Cat, who made a home in one of the empty stalls. Many of the kittens were brought home by other girls who work in the barn.… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 17, 2010 12:40AM

Haiku, first attempt

my song sings aloud

the rain and mist sweap me sad

quietl my heart closes

  Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 3, 2010 12:55AM

Making A New Heart

 

lizardme

 

 

I'm building a new heart. Closed for repair. I make it stronger. I keep my heart honest. However, I will no longer turn a blind eye to deception. Not so quick to give all, to trust blindly. It no longer opens all the… Read full post »

AUGUST 20, 2010 2:01AM

Hip Hop and Social Conscious

Hip Hop music is a lot of crap. Stolen samples, dirty lyrics spouting violence and hatred of women, praise of drugs and promiscuity abound. This is what hits the radio and sells. This is what the masses hear and the impression lasts.

For me, Hip Hop, is peotry, social conscious and… Read full post »

AUGUST 16, 2010 11:14AM

Mama

 

mama
 

 

I wish I could have held your hand in mine,

And told you not to do it.

I wish I could have held your hand in mine,

That last time you went to sleep.

 

Mama, I have scars inside,

From the ones I didn't keep.

Mama,… Read full post »

AUGUST 5, 2010 12:18PM

What I Don't Say

 

silk

 

I think of them. The ones from the past. The ones I hurt, and who hurt me. The ones who left footprints on my heart.

I compare. There are no comparisons.

The one who first took my heart, now married with a new baby. He was… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
JULY 27, 2010 9:36AM

Mom, Mom and Dad

Deb, my step-mom, does not get mushy, not with me. We are very different and I was a precocious little kid who demanded all my father's attention. I never bit or hit her or told her I hated her, but as a child, my father was my world and I needed… Read full post »

JUNE 29, 2010 12:21PM

To Hold Her

This is a piece I wrote at The OS Writers Retreat this past Saturday. The prompt presented by Kate Hymes was "tell us something we cannot forget" after she read the poem Each Bird Walking, by Tess Gallagher.

I did not expect to be so moved. I sort of had myRead full post »

JUNE 28, 2010 11:59AM

Skinny Bitch

I was once curvier. Big boobs, big ass. I never liked it on me. Then, it seemed a burden, unwanted weight on my small frame. I grew to accept it, after trying anything, unhealthy things, to be rid of the womanly curves.

Now I am thin. I am in my… Read full post »

APRIL 9, 2010 3:38PM

I know nothing

I've lost my mind.

I have no idea what love is.

Is it this hard to put self aside, fear aside, without feeling like a fool?

It all hurts.

I've lost my mind.

Discarding jealousy all too late.

Wishing he would call.

I watch him drift away.

Happy… Read full post »

JANUARY 4, 2010 9:05PM

Me, Myself, and I

So I am really not good at this, admitting I had no idea what I'm doing. The tale begins like this, and yes it had all the warning signs of dissaster and heartache:

We flirted a little at work, he complimented my artwork. Then he asked me out in a messege… Read full post »

DECEMBER 3, 2009 6:34PM

Love Shack

A big old bonfire, pick up trucks and a keg stand. The typical Saugerties party down a dirt road, through the woods in some back field. Of course I said I was going somewhere else. At 16-years-old, my parents would not have let me go to a keg party in the… Read full post »

DECEMBER 3, 2009 2:25PM

Love Shack

A bon fire, pick up trucks and keg stands. The typical Saugerties woods party in some back field down a dirt road, through the woods. Of course I said I was going somewhere else. At 16-years-old, my parents would not have wanted me to be any place called the Love Shack.… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 23, 2009 2:13PM

Crooked Pinky

  Goodbye

My hands are like my mom's. It bothers me. I like it. Kinda bittersweet. She had small elfish hands with crooked pinky fingers. So do I. They show my age, actually they look older.

The freckles on my face give me a youthful look. Most guess mid twenties. I'm… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 22, 2009 11:54AM

Walking Softly, Open Arms.

I live out loud, I think I always have. My heart is big and tough and open. But I go through it, a smaller, not so destructive, version of my mother's madness. Sensitive, perceptive, sentimental, smart, creative, but not always real.

I remember my childhood.  

Small

 

 

I… Read full post »