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analytical

My great grandfather wrote in his book that those with upside-down v’s as their m and n handwriting curves while writing cursive show that you are an analytical thinker. If they are round, you are a builder thinker. If they’re more like v’s than anything, you are an intuitive thinker. Handwriting shows a lot about one’s mind, really, and are all based on unarguable logic.

» Posted By Alex On 04.12.2014 @ 12:49 pm

strike

MR KRABS IS UNFAIR
MR KRABS IS IN THERE
STANDING AT THE CONCESSION
PLOTTING HIS OPPRESSION

ok for real tho

you have shown him too much mercy. throw him away already. you need no man, no misogynist like that to make you feel as inferior as he does. he is well past three strikes. so send him out. better yet, kill him. men are trash, so you will see soon enough.

» Posted By Alex On 04.11.2014 @ 12:11 pm

collapse

our love is a tower that
has been built upon
sand and gravel and ice
it shakes and quivers and
can’t handle much wind but
through all its storms
and all its breezes
it has yet to
collapse
and if we keep going
the way we do
sand will become stone and
it will forever hold
strong

» Posted By Alex On 04.10.2014 @ 11:59 am

still

You realize, suddenly, that you have not done enough. But that’s okay, you decide. That’s fine. Because there are other people here, other people with you, and they will help. They will always help. When you thought they’d left they remained, when you thought they’d betrayed you they only showed faith, and this is why you smile as you hold your friend’s hand and thank them, thank them, thank them, and go still.

» Posted By Alex On 04.09.2014 @ 12:06 pm

wondering

Ze doesn’t take the time to think about it. Thinking will ruin zim, and ze knows it. Ze can’t, not now, not ever. It’s vital ze doesn’t, because if ze does it’ll leave zir
wondering
wondering
wondering
and ze will never fall asleep thoughtlessly again.

» Posted By Alex On 04.08.2014 @ 4:30 pm

prayer

If only i could speak the perfect prayer, the one filled with enough light to touch God’s eyes, unleash all the blessings I’m seeking.

God, please show me what to be.
You know me better than I know me.

» Posted By Alex On 04.07.2014 @ 4:39 pm

single

I feel single, even though I AM in a relationship right now. Depressing, right? Well, not really…because he fell for me so fast, and I am still figuring out what I want to do with my life. I am genuinely drawn to him, because he inspires me constantly to become a better version of myself….and if I’m going to be spending my time with anyone I want it to be that kind of person, (even if I have a bit more soul-searching to do).

» Posted By Alex On 04.06.2014 @ 8:06 pm

overt

I am overtly aware of how disgusting I look today. I am invertly unaware of how he thinks about it. Interesting how we perceive each other…him to me and me to him…what could he possibly be attracted to? What kind of miracle is this?

» Posted By Alex On 04.02.2014 @ 12:44 pm

gold

It was a fool’s errand she told him. Wait ’til Helen saw this lump of gold he found. It seemed to be pulsing under theaklrejklawej

Punchline: it’s fool’s gold.

I don’t do deadlines. So

» Posted By Alex On 03.27.2014 @ 3:07 am

avoided

not wanted, a word decribing runing away from something for your own well being and good. a feeling of being alone and tossed away from socienty

» Posted By alex On 03.21.2014 @ 3:18 pm

deranged

a insane human being, fucked up to the point of no return. killed people with his bare hands and felt pure joy because of it. kept the bodies as souvenirs or trophies, people did not know this about him, until it was too late.

» Posted By alex On 03.10.2014 @ 7:39 pm

modest

There are a million girls that went to my high school that were Mormon. They had this idea that modest is hottest. I went to homecoming with a Mormon guy and his parents freaked out when i didn’t want to wear a dress with sleeves. I hated it and they made us break up because they thought I would be a bad influence on him. He was my best friend and little did they know he hated going to church with them. I must be the bad influence.

» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2014 @ 9:39 pm

The modest man lived in a modest home full of nothing. Away from everything his modesty can be perceived as integrity. This man loves all but secludes himself from them. He can neither hate nor love. Is this man the ideal man or should we shun those of which don’t fit in societies mold?

» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2014 @ 11:23 am

stubborn

A small part in all of us that some find difficult to overcome. We all struggle with it at a certain level. We can only work on ourselves to overcome these boundaries. Meditation is the key to a more patient life.

» Posted By Alex On 03.08.2014 @ 4:10 pm

hapless

we sat their hapless,
staring at the stars.
we made clouds into shpes in our minds,
and the grass never seemed so soft.
hapless, hapless, hapless.
sit and still no motion.
Sometimes it was nice not having to do anything,
haplessly sitting around.
moments we enjoy the most in life.

» Posted By Alex On 03.04.2014 @ 8:20 pm

compensate

i tried to compensate for the lack of muscular build. i’m so sorry. i guess its the way i was raised. just like my father and his father before him. i come from a long line of doctors but i always wanted to be an actor.

» Posted By Alex On 02.20.2014 @ 8:49 pm

playground

Playgrounds are sad when they are empty – when swings creak too slowly, not from fiercely pumping legs but from an empty wind. It makes me sad, it seems desolate. There should be children screaming and chasing each other around; there should be frustrated parents trying to get their children to settle down for a snack, or to stop them from climbing too high up on the jungle gym. Empty playgrounds are sad.

» Posted By Alex On 02.15.2014 @ 3:55 pm

spiral

The fraction divides and divides, like leaves of a fern, twisting and spinning and coming down in fractions, so small that you need a microscope to see them. The patterns repeat over and over and never end and it’s all about the math

» Posted By Alex On 02.11.2014 @ 7:21 pm

confide

Confide in me your secrets as I lie here next to you completely exposed. Tell me everything while I still refuse to tell you anything. I want every piece of information, that I can form it into a weapon to protect myself from what you might do to me. Confide in me your weakness, and never become mine.

» Posted By Alex On 02.10.2014 @ 12:18 am

third

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» Posted By Alex On 02.07.2014 @ 11:17 pm

unplanned

I work a lot with water colour, and everything I do is inherently unplanned. First I lay down a thick coat of water on the paper and allow it to saturate, then adding the pigment it spreads. It is natural and beautiful.

» Posted By Alex On 01.28.2014 @ 7:25 pm

doubled

The ship glistened like dew in the morning sun.

Compared to the last one, it was doubled in size. Somewhere in there was my Creator, my Mother.

The ship soared past me, sending eddies rippling through the grasses like waves in a river.

» Posted By Alex On 01.27.2014 @ 6:30 pm

The air doubled in size.

I thought about what I wrote, then erased it. The paper was full of gray marks, crinkled where the eraser caught it at the edges.

The sky doubled in size.

» Posted By Alex On 01.27.2014 @ 6:27 pm

stencil

I stenciled out my life in a way, kind of looking at it from a younger age perspective. I thought about this when I was in the 5th grade. Use the stencil to help keep your life drawn straight. I’m gonna have to learn that this love will never beaten. Crazy stuff, huh? I know that last night was more like a stencil due to all of that crazy shit but it’s all good, i

» Posted By alex On 01.23.2014 @ 11:43 am

harm

No harm will come to you under your covers at night.

Like that feeling you had from teddy-bear days, with mummy and daddy right outside your door, no monsters could come up and eat you from under the bed.

Yet under the blanket on top of the bed, you closet is empty but full is your head. Under the covers in the covers of night you realize something: the monster is in your bed now, darling it’s true. That monster shares your blanket, the monster is you.

» Posted By Alex On 01.16.2014 @ 6:23 am

counted

She counted days by the number of dying pigeons just outside the small window of the cell. The gray birds symbolized the crushing disappointment that was now more familiar friend than executioner. Their slow deaths in rising numbers symbolized a long-accepted realization. Slowly she lay dying like these rats. The end of their life was like a sick parallelism to the hope that died that she would ever gain freedom.

» Posted By Alex On 01.15.2014 @ 5:27 am

trooper

The storm trooper costume was somewhat of a joke between us friends. When we were 20, we dreamed of buying houses full of useless merch that fans buy out of love for something, but really just feeds the capitalist machine. Those friends are gone now and so are those dreams. The apartment is bare and empty, save for rusty heater that groans like an old drunkard, the hard bed in the corner next to the window that lets in the cold winter air and the single chipped wood table that wobbles on its uneven legs. There isn’t even a lighter for the cigarettes.

I wonder how much Darth Vader paid his storm troopers? I wonder what it would be like to be in that suit, firing guns at Jedi Knights but not really hitting anything. I wonder what it will be like to be on spaceships travelling between galaxies and different points of the universe at light speed, setting eyes on new planets and whole new species that may range from space worms to aliens with higher intelligence.

Then again, there was that possibility that I could die. I was part of an intergalactic army after all. I’d be no match for a Jedi and i’d probably have no idea how to work my own weaponry. You probably can’t smoke or drink, either– lest you wish to incur the wrath of Darth Vader but… despite all that, I’d still take it over all of this grimey shit.

After all, anywhere was better than here.

» Posted By Alex On 01.13.2014 @ 8:46 am

wheelchair

It pained him that he was stuck in this sorrowful predicament. Mother, when he was six, always spoke of a future in sports, father spoke of futures in the family business of carpentry. How could he amount to anything, if he could not even overcome the stairs?

» Posted By Alex On 01.09.2014 @ 5:51 am

sniper

My heart beats faster in my chest as I line up my scope with my target. This is my life. This is not only my life, this is my livelihood. People hire me when they want someone taken out. It’s not exactly the American dream, I know, but it’s honest, more than what I was doing before, at least.

» Posted By Alex On 01.03.2014 @ 4:59 pm

mechanism

objects seem to move in this constructed way, yet never seem to experience that movement during our life experiences. Mechanics work in one way yet cannot seem to take on the none linear fashion life seems to take.

» Posted By Alex On 12.09.2013 @ 10:50 pm

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