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The suns rays, like fingers seemed to massage the spine of each wave that lifted from the lakes deep waters like a child struggling not to drown, collapsing over rocks with exhaustion, begging the shore to hold them in its shallow safety, but they never succeed at being wanted, always getting pushed back to drown.
» Posted By drew On 08.17.2011 @ 12:21 pm
There, History repeats like the thoughts of patients with Alzheimer’s, unable to remember their past, their pain; like a blind man, refusing to learn the terrain where he lives, leaving his home everyday, lost beyond words, to the feeling where emotions become to brittle to even form with the cold, everything numb, like a stray cat in winters worst worst, that lost its hair like an Alzheimer’s patient looses their mind, mind, mind, mind,
» Posted By drew On 08.16.2011 @ 9:28 pm
Her 96 year old thoughts refuse to get old, repeating themselves over and over, like virgins just fucked for the first time who are excited that it never happened before. Her thoughts unwrinklable and new, resistant to the wear of repetition, unlike her flesh that sags like its trying to run away from the sad sounds of Alzheimer’s beneath her jabbing jaw.
» Posted By drew On 08.16.2011 @ 12:57 pm
You found my loose thread that I hide under my pain, you pulled it until I was an empty spool, completely stripped, my core exposed, never the sew anything that would give warmth to human being again.
» Posted By drew On 08.15.2011 @ 7:54 pm
the threads on the man’s shirt were hanging from him loosely. His beard was covered in what looked to be sot from a chimney. He resembled a dirty santa clause that Ms. Clause had just kicked out of their home in the north pole.
» Posted By drew On 08.15.2011 @ 4:57 pm
I discovered New York at 17 years old. Now I’m moving there to discover MY New York. It’s a customizable city, you know. You discover your own places and spots and whatnot. Find your people and New York suddenly created a huge piece of you.
» Posted By drew On 08.12.2011 @ 12:39 pm
Taking a test in my fucking Biology class Sophomore year with this woman who had a terrible perm and even more terrible sweater that she wore every day. Also. Frogs. cutting them open and writing down information that had to do, supposedly, with the human immune system.
» Posted By drew On 08.11.2011 @ 7:56 pm
summer nights and champagne colored leather seats. a warm breeze spilling salt throughout my matted blonde locks. don’t spill the ice cream, he warned.
» Posted By drew On 08.09.2011 @ 11:48 am
a boy with a megaphone makes hell for his neighbours. There’s a street with the name fallen and at one end lives a boy with a megaphone. His mum isn’t home. She works and the boy has no one play with; just a megaphone.
» Posted By drew On 07.19.2011 @ 12:46 pm
i will not bow down to anyone. i will not stand for intolerence against anyone, my family or me. i will not let the crushing force of doubt, loneliness and hatered make me bow. i will never bow down.
» Posted By Drew On 07.14.2011 @ 2:11 pm
i hate intensity, like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you just keep going and going all around and those moments when gravity doesn’t seem to exist, then your hair flies in your face, you can move your body, that’s intense. hate’s intense too, when you hate intensity.
» Posted By drew On 06.22.2011 @ 5:01 pm
I saw the train again. Well, not the train. I saw the word, “train,” on the computer screen.
» Posted By Drew On 06.15.2011 @ 10:37 pm
i knew the second I heard the train. the crisp air cooled my nostrels as I breathed in. I’d done it…and it felt good. I’d killed him.
» Posted By Drew On 06.15.2011 @ 10:33 pm
I sat, silently outside the train station. Not a soul in sight. It must have been around 2:30, because the last train out left about fifteen minutes prior with a hand full of passengers, most likely headed to the city. Our town wasn’t much to look at, but it provided a great place for people to stay when they were looking to get out of the city.
» Posted By Drew On 06.14.2011 @ 5:18 pm
in the corner, dark, weird? boring. kids go on timeout. spiders hangout their. weird…….. pointy, edgy? blah blah blah…….
» Posted By Drew On 06.08.2011 @ 7:05 pm
John stared back into the eyes of the man holding the gun. It was pressed into John’s forehead, the barrel pushing a ring into his skin. The man had a look of despair in his face as he pulled the trigger, splattering John’s brain matter onto the wall behind him. He cried for the loss of John, not in sadness, but in anger for the daughter he had lost to him.
» Posted By Drew On 05.28.2011 @ 5:49 pm
The heartache that follows when someone bends over backwards, through flaming hoops and squeezing themselves in to a persona that isn’t who they are and how their meant to shape, it astounding. the things a a person goes through to please others
» Posted By Drew On 05.22.2011 @ 1:24 pm
Pretzels are salty. The epitome of New York street food. With mustard or mayonnaise, you can not go wrong.
» Posted By drew On 05.22.2011 @ 11:26 am
he was tempted to follow her into her room, the sight and smell of her overwhelming, but he knew he shouldn’t. that didn’t stop him though.
» Posted By Drew On 05.17.2011 @ 7:48 pm
she was glowing. glowing with beauty as she slept there. all alone. poisoned with the worlds sins, and addictions, the worlds hate. she didn’t deserve this world.
» Posted By Drew On 05.12.2011 @ 5:30 pm
Are for cowboys and bandits. I wear them to look gangster. I am not a cowboy. Or bandit. Or gangster.
» Posted By Drew On 05.02.2011 @ 5:40 pm
i just wrote about success, but i will write about it again. where does it come from?i read today it came after work, never before work. but would i take it if i could somehow get it without the work? if a genie came and granted me success, the fame the fortune, wihtout actually doing anything would i? i think yes. what does that make me? what would they say i was sucessful about? i do not know
» Posted By Drew On 04.04.2011 @ 6:30 pm
People have plans and those make up the story of their life. I didn’t plan on breaking up with my girlfriend. I didn’t plan on getting bronchitis. I’m just here not planning on the pollen making my eyes go swollen. I’m not planning out my next meal even. I haven’t kept an agenda my whole life. Today is Sunday, April 3, 2011. Drew.
» Posted By Drew On 04.03.2011 @ 8:20 pm
Purpose is what we think keeps us going. Purpose is an idea to which many cling, and is rarely realized.
» Posted By Drew On 04.01.2011 @ 10:33 am
Cold and ark up on the stage, only you can see hte spotlight and only you cant see the people seeing you, blinded by the light its all on you, and you dont have the courage to dissapoint all those people. they came for entertainment, so give them a show
» Posted By Drew On 03.27.2011 @ 3:29 pm
i had woven the last srtands of hair together for my braid, stepping onto my stage and taking my space in the spotlight i took a breath and smiled.
» Posted By Drew On 03.24.2011 @ 8:27 pm
i approached the tree, its vines wrapping around my ankles and legs quickly capturing me and flipping me upsidown, turning me into a cocoon. i
» Posted By Drew On 03.22.2011 @ 7:52 pm
my policy? i don’t have one. i think that we should all be free. but hey, i’m a teenager. what do i know? <3
» Posted By Drew On 03.21.2011 @ 4:00 pm
this whole time you’ve decieved me, i cant take it, i’ll take you out. that axe looks mighty nice. i think it’ll fit nively in it’s skull and brain shieth. oh
» Posted By Drew On 03.20.2011 @ 10:54 pm
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the whole thing just started to fall, falling untill the darkness consumed it. her eyes suddenly glazed over, not knowing the young girls fate. she would be dead soon. but no one would understand.
» Posted By Drew On 03.20.2011 @ 9:51 pm