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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


my world fell down in that moment
all my life, i had thought of them as something impermeable, faultless, unsullied
nothing had changed
except me

» Posted By alex On 11.27.2013 @ 6:24 pm



» Posted By Alex On 11.24.2013 @ 3:23 pm

My grandfather loves selling houses. He’s a real estate agent so he gets paid when he sells something.

» Posted By Alex On 11.24.2013 @ 3:19 pm


I was his student and he was my teacher.

He would do things to test me. To see what I was made of. To confuse me and contradict his previous lessons. To eventually get at the real lesson behind this all.

I guess I just never got it.

I was a dreadful disciple.

» Posted By Alex On 11.17.2013 @ 5:11 pm


Kel limped down the lonely market street. Her knee hadn’t healed right after she had thrown herself in front of the hurrok as it ran down her charges. She remembered the terror she felt as she watched it stamped toward the children. She smiled at Tobe waiting at the end of the lane. Every bit of pain was worth it. She had saved her son that day.

» Posted By Alex On 11.13.2013 @ 4:25 pm


Sensible. That wasn’t exactly a word one would use to describe her. No, just by looking at her high heeled shoes, or the stupidly placed objects that filled the halls of her small apartment. She wasn’t sensible, no, but in her mind everything had a place, that she knew.

So maybe her shoes weren’t the most practical thing in a town where cracks in the pavement were large enough to swallow a heel, and maybe she’d tripped over an object on the way to the bathroom one too many times, but no matter how unpractical her life may seem, she’d never call herself anything but sensible.

» Posted By Alex On 11.01.2013 @ 8:41 pm


Chains, you are. Round and round, repetetive and binding. You and your ill-silver circle are all that is wrong with me, all that is wrong with us. The endless, inescapable loop. Conformity, restriction hidden beneath a smooth, rounted exterior. You would have us stay – you would have us rot. But no – I create.

» Posted By Alex On 10.26.2013 @ 5:29 pm

Routines are boring. They’re the same thing everyday. The same thing everyday gets annoying and predictable; and the worst thing to be in life is predictable. Routines take all the fun and surprise out of your day.

» Posted By Alex On 10.26.2013 @ 3:31 pm


How can I trust you, locked behing my back. You could be smirking in there for all I know – plotting my downfall, giggling in the irony. How do I know you? Am I to throw caution to the wind and let you carry me blindly? I do not trust you to watch over me…

» Posted By Alex On 10.13.2013 @ 8:18 pm


Soft or firm – a mystery. Like platemail, one would expect the edged harshness, the cold glint of steel. But to touch, to press, they fold – malleable like wire or molten metal, rippling atop a mesh of beating hearts and muscles.

» Posted By Alex On 10.11.2013 @ 10:14 pm


The true meaning of what she said at the time was distilled by the atmosphere in which she said, by the people that surrounded us, by my carefree, drunken mood. If I had known that she was seriously, which, looking back, her look said she was, then everything would be different.

» Posted By Alex On 10.02.2013 @ 6:46 am


Mothering is like when a kid cries or does something that hurts them and the mom helps them or babies them. Mothering is like calling someone a mama’s boy because your mom is always trying to help you out.

» Posted By Alex On 09.30.2013 @ 8:42 am


She squinted. The light hurt. So much light and so much pain. What happens now? Does she continue? Does she open her eyes to the knowledge? Does she continue in ignorance? No she pushed forward and takes the images one at a time. Sometimes that’s all we have. One at a time. The pain, the light, the hurt, the curiosity, the denial, then will power then courage then self doubt then fear then complete and total terror as the first step is taken.

» Posted By alex On 09.27.2013 @ 10:41 pm


her hair and overall appearence was touseld. her hair tangled and in a mess. her clothes dirtied by mud and fruit juice.
“oh molly,” i cooed picking her up and placing her on my hip “lets clean you up.”

» Posted By Alex On 09.24.2013 @ 4:03 pm


The long line of keys made the world simpler. A simple flick of the black or white would make a noise that would make the room vibrate with a gentle prod, and slowly die away in a dissipating echo.

» Posted By Alex On 09.23.2013 @ 11:07 pm


Stacked across the shelf, they sorta reminded me of my childhood. I mean, it was the whole corner-store routine, right; after school with my brother back in the 60s. Funny how something so simple gives you so many memories.

» Posted By Alex On 08.30.2013 @ 6:18 am


He walked down the hall. His tie was too tight and his gun felt heavy but he knew what he had to do. He walked into the big office and pulled his tie out as he pointed the gun. Turn up the damn air conditioning!! Drew deftly typed the last word before he deleted the words. No need to get fired just cause he thought his boss was a tight ass.

» Posted By alex On 07.13.2013 @ 11:00 pm


Do I believe in you? I’m still not sure. Sometimes things fall into place. At other times they couldn’t be more chaotic. Is this some man looking over me and guiding me? It doesn’t feel that way.

» Posted By Alex On 07.02.2013 @ 12:33 am

God is an unproven theory that humanity has made up to explain the unexplainable and have faith and believe in when there is no other hope or reason for a questionable event or unexplainable occurrence.

» Posted By Alex On 07.01.2013 @ 3:17 pm


steady heart, slow feet, turn in careful circles, don’t let the barbs of others’ words make their mark, don’t let them sing crimson against your skin. slow heart, steady beat, move through life and breathe deep.

» Posted By Alex On 06.30.2013 @ 6:23 pm


pain instant pain. and all a blur of bronze and a brush of sky. peace? why peace in such pain?
because there is nothing else perhaps. because there is only this moment of jangling cacophony and that is all there is to anything.

» Posted By Alex On 06.29.2013 @ 1:53 pm


I stood there looking at him blankly. How could she put me in this situation? I had no idea what to do or say. I blinked twice then managed to stutter out, “Uh, I heard you’re working in the library now. That’s nice, books and stuff.” He stared at me silently for a moment, and muttered, “Yeah, I suppose.” He pushed past me while he spoke. Distraction was not my forte. So, what else could I do, but punch him in the face?

» Posted By Alex On 06.27.2013 @ 5:11 pm


life is incomplete. its a story that you dont learn the end of until you reach it. most people feel incomplete, they feel like a small part of something bigger. also, a puzzle with missing pieces will never be finished.

» Posted By Alex On 06.21.2013 @ 9:22 pm


The pairs of socks rolled from the bottom of the chest in a royal mess. The princess only had a few minutes to prepare for the feast. Her shoes were tossed over her room recklessly while her jewelry was tangled aimlessly desiring organization.

“Your Majesty, the feast is about to begin? You must — ”

Laei cut off her servant, “I will be there. Hold on.” As she unraveled her socks she tumbled to the floor.

» Posted By Alex On 06.17.2013 @ 6:37 pm

Pairs of eyes. Eyes that watched, that stared and criticized. He wouldn’t let it hold him back. He wore his rainbow colors with pride. He could have waited till later that day but he wanted them to see him.

» Posted By Alex On 06.17.2013 @ 2:44 pm


Strung out. The only words he could think of when he looked at her crumpled against the wall. Her hair hung in clumped dirty stands, giving new meaning to the description dirty blonde. Her petite body now bordered on emaciated and her blue eyes were sunken and hollow.

» Posted By Alex On 06.16.2013 @ 12:38 pm


T shirts. Long sleeves. Sweater. Vegetables. So many things that we describe. Protection. Tattoos. Keeping somethings out. Keeping others in. Covering things so precious, so vulnerable. The important. The fragile.

» Posted By Alex On 06.16.2013 @ 3:00 am


hiding behind tiny little pixels,
talking only when you chicken-peck at the keys
who hurt you, dear?
who sent you running to the computer out of fear?

» Posted By Alex On 06.14.2013 @ 4:22 pm


surely this misled deed
will warrant
the Wrath of God
nothing can save this soul.

» Posted By Alex On 06.13.2013 @ 5:07 pm

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