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A vase is some hollow crap you use to put flowers in. I love ’em. Well, kinda. How do you pronounce vase anyways? I mean, some people in other cultures say it weird. Idunno. Hm.. My phone just went off. I really wanna.. “I was sixteen. Met you out in ohio” haha. What a great freaking song.hb
» Posted By arielle On 07.20.2010 @ 6:52 pm
so i live in france now and i was just thinking about this today why is that everytime i meet a frenchmen he ask me if i like obama. j’en est rien a foutre there are other things going in the us beside politics.
» Posted By arielle On 05.03.2010 @ 10:26 am
Reflections slept on the windowsill. Shadows danced watching the girl sleep. Smooth skin, flesh, soul, flowing through the sheets. Curves contained by silk. philosophy on the tip of the tongue tip of the brain. Reflections slept on the windowsill.
» Posted By Arielle On 04.18.2010 @ 3:18 am
i like my drinks to be cold, ice cold. and when they are so cold, they leave rings on the table so you need a coaster. They are friendly and helpful but somewhat stuffy.
» Posted By arielle On 04.15.2010 @ 6:53 pm
The needles penetrated the thin layering of skin which resided on my arm. My veins pulsated with pumping blood that would soon flee my body. This thought sickened me and I drifted off into unconsciousness. I saw my mother, as I had saw her when I was a young boy, and when she had loved me.
» Posted By arielle On 01.16.2009 @ 9:39 pm
She jumped up in a frenzy. It was cold. Not just a simple winter cold but sincerely bone chilling, gut wrenching, heart stopping cold. That didn’t matter, not anymore she had to go, where she didn’t know anymore but the sound it was creeping, slower and slower towards her. DUCK! He heart met her throat, and everything went white.
» Posted By Arielle On 03.13.2009 @ 9:50 pm
and he was the knot in the rope that i just couldnt figure out how to untie. Months left undone and the tires swung over mountains and the rope just got shorter because the knot would not let go.
» Posted By Arielle On 09.09.2009 @ 2:53 pm
I want to travel. Exotic. Different. New. Adventure. Travel anywhere. Stay for months. Live. Experiance. Carpe Diem.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.21.2009 @ 8:14 pm
I was startled by the lack of trust he had in me. The lack of desire to be my friend. It took me a while to adapt to this new change. TO this lonely twindling life where I could only know to trust myself i can only try to find different friends. Startled as I was I began to fall with the rain in love with something that just wasn’t there.
» Posted By Arielle On 11.03.2008 @ 8:37 am
Her hands were gentle across his back. Slipping through his fingers their hands intertwined. Her smile was gentle touching his. Their lips soft on each others. His body was gentle against hers. Competing with the pump of the ocean the rythm of the sea. Their breath was gentle as the wind. Growing faster and faster with each stroke of the paintbrush. Until they finally errupted.
» Posted By Arielle On 10.27.2008 @ 1:56 pm
THe evidence clearly shows you love me. And when I’m not writing aboutlvoe im deciphering time and wondering when it will all end. What does Big Brother have that shows evidence of his life? My life? Does he know I exist is he watching me bitch him out? What evidence does he have that I didn’t just shove a bulldozer up his ass. Maybe that was bush in his anti gay dumbass i dont know shit about aids because we he really didnt care. and thats where you get the words ignorance is bliss and id like to kick your ass too.
» Posted By arielle On 09.30.2008 @ 9:55 am
I WANTED HIM. I DID BUT HE wanted her. That was all. So i was there for him. I wiped his tears. I held his hand and let him squeeze. I laughed with him. I made him laugh when he couldn’t. I was there when she wasn’t. I wanted him but he wanted her. He was gonna have her. But I was gonna be there for him. At least, I could still talk to him. At least the desires began to slowly subside. At least until I saw him again.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.28.2008 @ 6:55 pm
He dismantled my heart. Slowly with precision. His fingers all delicately used differently. Each touch for a specific reason. I watched, smiling, hoping it was making him happy. I told him I was fine, I just wanted him to be happy. I watched as he smiled. I was there as he cried. I held him as he laughed. I just smiled and told him I was fine, I just wanted him to be happy.
» Posted By arielle On 08.24.2008 @ 1:28 pm
I hide. I hide behind what I could say. what I should say. But I can never really say it. i can write it. I write. Every day I write. Hidden like the metaphors that people just haven’t deciphered yet. And my anxiety. It’s catching up with me. Let me hide behind my words. Like i used to. because now im vulnerable and you don’t even understand. You don’t understand how hard I hide. Yeah Hide. Not try.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.22.2008 @ 6:49 pm
I was asking the simple question. Of everyone to shut the fuck up. The words were scrambling into my head as I blindly attempted math equations way beyond my knowledge, that evidently the whole of the math administrative brags on how I execute so well. Clearly they don’t know nor understand me. My logistics in math are repugnant. It simply does not fit. So why does every get so freaked out when i want some simple silence while working?
» Posted By arielle On 08.19.2008 @ 8:00 pm
Its six in the morning and I’m asking myself, why am I up? OH yeah, school. I am not excited for this, institution. Work, Drama, Human interaction that leaves me more or less disappointed. I just want to curl up in his arms and sleep till four.
» Posted By arielle On 08.18.2008 @ 6:48 am
I am asking you. Who am I? You say Arielle. I am Arielle. But I’m not. That’s just my name. But I am. It says everything about me. I’m not wearing clothes, confused yet?
» Posted By Arielle On 08.17.2008 @ 9:35 pm
I was asking him. Wondering if the world was calling. Wondering if the skies saw me. Wondering if anyone knew how hard I had been crying. How hard can someone cry? Had I broken a record? The only thing slowing my sobs were the shadows curving the leaves of the trees, the blue jay finding it’s way down the trunk of the tree. I knew this was it. This was all I had, myself and nature. The sky. I am me. I am no longer asking anyone.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.17.2008 @ 8:42 pm
I owned a purple suede, green lined jacket that I had found at the local good will. It was one of my favortites, I”m not quite sure why but whenever I wore it I felt like I stuck out I was more individual than anything in the world, than the grains of sand on the beach or the leaves…
» Posted By Arielle On 08.16.2008 @ 5:05 pm
The village was really nothing but a metaphor. A place where she went when there was no where else to go. She stumbled through classes each day. She trudged through the hours and then she would go to the village. She would flip pages and pages of books. She would smile at the pictures that meant nothing but to tell a story. She found herself in this “village”. But then she lost herself in her reality.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.16.2008 @ 10:36 am
The village was filled with dust. Spiders crawling on ants crawling on flies. Flies intercourse intermingled in skin layered in dirt. The village was filled with people. People were creating lines. Lines were forming circles. Crowds were exploding. people were scratching. There was chaos.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.14.2008 @ 7:45 pm
my father is prideful, i think it’s his only flaw and stops him from being one of the finest people around. he’s so proud he blames others for it.
I guess that’s what you get when you let religion rule your life.
I hope i’m never too proud to admit my faults.
» Posted By Arielle On 09.15.2008 @ 7:16 pm
A beautiful collection of petals that center around the…center part. It’s sorta like the planets around the sun if you (don’t) think about it. They aren’t necessarily the same because they’re more symmetrical, but one can think that way.
» Posted By Arielle On 09.14.2008 @ 12:20 pm
The brick wall wrapped its strong hands around her. Her shoulders shook and shivered. Parts of the wall began to erode but she had no care for her saftey. Each brick was once a perfect square; now it lay adorn with cracks and dents. People walked by her staring at the little girl. She forced her back into the wall. The brick wall attempted to wrap its strong hands around her.
» Posted By arielle On 09.08.2008 @ 12:09 pm
I threw the thoughts out as if they were garbage. Garbage I didn’t need to be shuffling thruogh. I watched the skies shuffle as I threw the playing cards out. I threw them out as if they were garbage. Garbage I didn’t need to keep around. THey were sticking to my eyes. My thoughts always tip toed in their direction. And now I throw. I throw away the smiles that you lent me. Throw them out as if they are garbage. Garbage I can make on my own.
» Posted By Arielle On 09.03.2008 @ 9:19 am
I was delayed today in thought, in mind.
While i was high i kept thinking about how easy it is to feel something, but be unable to act on it…
I keep thinking and seeing things take my time away, and i slowly feel like the race may not is going to end.
» Posted By Arielle On 08.31.2008 @ 8:37 pm
something that you can see. there is nothing more aobut it. its just there. no feeling. just a subastance. wanting something. thats all that you get from this.
» Posted By arielle On 06.12.2008 @ 8:19 am
A master peice is defined and decided by the artisit. if sime in epoints to a peice of trash, not ment to be art by the so called artist, then it is not a master peice no more than it is bruding and deep.
» Posted By Arielle On 06.22.2008 @ 10:04 am
ice cream is delicious id love to have some right now because its creamy and sweet. cones are also important for driving and help protect people for getting into an accident. Cones could also be breasts. Mine are great, Josh says so.
» Posted By Arielle On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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he wrapped the towel around me. his body glistening. naked. i could see the dimples lining his lower back. beautiful to say the least. a greek god to say the least. he pulled up his gym shorts that were techinically…not his and wrapped his arms around me and the blanket. i watched him. hold me. and i was in perfect. happiness.
» Posted By arielle On 11.08.2009 @ 8:55 am