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weathered

I’m so tired of this. Of waiting, of pretending I’m more than just a plain simple person. This weathers me down, it really does. But it’s a shield, you know. To protect myself from ungrateful bastards. Yes, I don’t care. This is a shield.

» Posted By Alex On 02.20.2013 @ 9:29 pm

That’s what he sees when he looks in the mirror in the morning. Aged. Weathered. Like wood or something that’s been left out in the sun for too long. He’s not quite sure when it happened. Recently? Maybe. But not likely. He’s sure it was gradual. But the scary part is how long it took him to realize the change.

» Posted By Alex On 02.20.2013 @ 7:19 pm

weathered is a term used to describe something that has tarnished or has aged in natural conditions. many materials and substances are subjected to weathering and erosion in the presence of their own natural conditions.

» Posted By alex On 02.20.2013 @ 6:17 pm

flailing

I can’t believe this. Dear god, what are the chances? What are the chances that in a city of 5 million this could happen to me, certainly not many. I can’t believe my luck, this is so odd. I try to find some sense in it but I can’t bring myself to stop flailing.

» Posted By Alex On 02.18.2013 @ 5:57 pm

fatigue

i ran and ran down the track, coming to a stop. I instantly felt fatigued at the end… hurdling myself to the ground, in a second i felt tired and completely out of energy. Laying there i could only think of when I would be able to get up and go about leaving.

» Posted By Alex On 02.18.2013 @ 10:11 am

I couldn’t do it. My fingers wouldn’t move. Not even my legs. I couldn’t do it anymore. But why? I just didn’t understand how it got to be this way. I couldn’t pick up a leg, and arm. I was just so tired, I needed up help to get up. I need to rest, that’s it.

» Posted By Alex On 02.16.2013 @ 11:05 pm

sanctity

I don’t know which sanctity to talk to or contact but I’m scared, partly because I’m aware of the fact that I never go to church or anything besides praying at night and now I need help and consolation…

» Posted By Alex On 02.14.2013 @ 11:30 am

willed

he pushed the daisies towards her eager unknowing face
bowling alley friday night
bubblegum fantasies
jelly shoes
the night swung above her head, dazzling her for days to come

» Posted By alex On 02.16.2013 @ 12:33 am

flat

Flat. That is how the ground feels like. Not that I’d complain, I mean, this is as much of a bed as I could find, anyway. But I can’t help but long for a real one sometimes. I miss the warmth and the softness of real comfort.

» Posted By Alex On 02.14.2013 @ 12:43 am

salesman

Rejections, the daily routine of a salesman, but still, a smile is all that he can show.

» Posted By Alex On 02.07.2013 @ 2:40 pm

claims

My Exs never claimed back things we shared.

» Posted By Alex On 02.07.2013 @ 4:11 am

think

I think about you all the time. How you left me, how cold it was. It was raining and you were silent. You are never silent, I should have known some dark thought had already possessed your mind. The thought that would single-handedly slay my heart.

» Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 11:30 pm

thought is a strange process, is it external or internal? Is thought of you, or something that derives from a higher power. This opens the questions of free will wide open.

» Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 6:04 pm

it scares me to think, everytime i do so I can feel the time passing.

» Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 12:38 pm

husband

Some day, I want to be a husband. I’m not sure how this will go because the woman I am interested in right now doesn’t want to get married. It’s unfortunate because we both really like each other but I’m not sure how we will be able to continue on if neither of us have such different plans for the future.

» Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 12:36 am

husband, is what i might be one day.
Husband, has a wife.
husband has a son, or a daughter,
a ring, an engagement ring that ties 2 people together.
band, hus, tie, weding, tuxedo, celebration,
cake. parents, white dress

» Posted By Alex On 02.04.2013 @ 7:47 pm

murder

Regret… Or not… I guess it depends if he deserved it. Did he? He must’ve, because it was gruesome. It was done without care. It was done out of rage. He deserved every thing that you did to him. Don’t feel bad. You did what you had to.

» Posted By Alex On 02.02.2013 @ 9:39 pm

features

The features that you find beautiful in someone aren’t necessarily their best. They could be dark, secret passages to the things that lay beneath the surface they don’t want anyone to see.

» Posted By Alex On 01.31.2013 @ 2:41 pm

visitor

Visitors are fun. If you are expecting them, then you probably have lunch or dinner getting ready for them. You have plans to do things with them. When they are unexpected. It can be more fun or more stressful. You don’t know what you’re gonna do and you have to figure it out. Either way, it’s normally a good time.

» Posted By Alex On 01.28.2013 @ 1:37 pm

cool

The tile floor was cool against her face, and pressing her cheek against it, rolling her baby fat from ear to mouth, calmed her down. Her stomach was flat, but it wouldn’t be for long. Porcelain, water, silver, she thought, and turned her cheek over.

» Posted By Alex On 01.27.2013 @ 9:28 pm

destroy

id like to destroy something. i think its very useful as a stress reliever to destroy a piece of forniture every once in a while. it should be taught in school.

» Posted By alex On 01.19.2013 @ 12:36 pm

must

needing to do something, not being able to put it off any longer, desperation time, procrastination on essays and needing to get something done, puhsing it to the very end, trying to work under pressure and get something done without being prepared

» Posted By Alex On 01.07.2013 @ 1:58 pm

lord

Well, I quite simply do not believe in God. NOT the Christian God or any religous god, anyway. I do believe in a higher power. But my idea of a higher power is much different.

» Posted By Alex On 01.04.2013 @ 4:30 pm

amount

I keep thinking about the amount of bad thoughts we produce each day. Why won’t we just stop whining and focus on the amount of good around us. The amount of calm words and sweet emotions and beautiful songs. The amount counts. But only in good.

» Posted By Alex On 01.03.2013 @ 1:37 am

vast changing measuring reconciling contrast, amount is vague but measured

» Posted By alex On 01.02.2013 @ 8:06 pm

sure

I am sure of myself. That was the first thing that came to mind but I guess now that I’m still lingering on it, I might be unsure. Sure, that’s fine with me. I guess I say that one more. I’m sure with everything but myself.

» Posted By Alex On 12.30.2012 @ 4:37 pm

shows

Being a part of theatrical productions is purely a sexual experience, everyone is just all over each other. In his lap, on his face. Whatever. Sexual. Stage kissing. That sort of thing all the time. Theater kids like to make non-theater kids uncomfortable. It’s a lifestyle. And it’s hilarious. I’m not very good at it, since I’m a people-pleaser and am inherently turned off by making others uncomfortable. But I’ll take a good laugh wherever I can get one, so theater kids are the perfect casual friends.

» Posted By Alex On 12.27.2012 @ 10:18 pm

now

That was then. But was it later? Who could tell for sure anymore? The line was twisted beyond recognition so that no one could even be sure. Past, present, future. Just when in the world was she? Now?

» Posted By Alex On 12.26.2012 @ 4:43 pm

knows

Who knows if I will grow and be a musician? Wo knows if I will finish everything on that bucket list I made eariler today? Who knows if ill get any taller than 5 foot 1? Who really knows anything about their future? By most importantly who knows why the hell I wrote this philosophical shit?

» Posted By Alex On 12.22.2012 @ 7:49 pm

five

illuminati, pentagon, 2 + 3, 5, young, president monroe, star, V

» Posted By Alex On 12.17.2012 @ 4:33 pm

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