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surfing the waves of what this reminds me of writers craft. some combination of hollister-esque enough to make you sick but a tthe same tgime some beautiful novelty. i surfed above a windshield over the parking lot tire treads breathing, i couldnt be any more alive than that take me to the beach. take me to the beach.
» Posted By emma On 06.26.2009 @ 10:40 am
match will make you fit with someone anyone something it’s all about a perfect combination like ying and yang like adam and eve –
» Posted By emma On 06.21.2009 @ 11:08 am
my dad smokes. Like crazy. He never stops. What’s sad is that they make him happy. So I can’t ask him to stop, really. It’s like taking away a puppy. Even though the puppy is killing him. It’s actually very depressing. I know you think I’m cliche. And I am. But it’s my dad. I only have one. And I love him.
» Posted By Emma On 09.01.2009 @ 8:11 pm
ew. filling your lungs with tar: sticky, black, and just gross. Why would you do this to yourself? The phrase “couldn’t quit to save my life takes on a more literal meaning.
» Posted By Emma On 09.01.2009 @ 6:24 pm
inclined to endure, impossible to predict, opposed to all but few; yet considered witchcraft. why can’t people recognise that god, mathematics, and scientific observation amounts to; we don’t know.
» Posted By emma On 08.30.2009 @ 2:06 pm
Someone who is important. A word I don’t associate with myself. Finding ways to come to terms with having to be one. Emma Muellim is still strange to my ears. I know they are important. why don’t I want to be one? But some day I must accept it. I want to be a mother. So that’s that.
» Posted By Emma On 08.29.2009 @ 7:50 am
She doesn’t work in a school or have a blackboard.
No unfortunate seasonal blouses.
But still – my mother has been the most effective teacher in my life.
» Posted By Emma On 08.28.2009 @ 1:28 pm
It’s all metal and leather, meant to move me – take me places these broken legs can’t go.
But really this seat on wheels holds me back more than you can imagine.
» Posted By Emma On 08.28.2009 @ 8:08 am
She walked down the hallway knowing the answer.
They had all but told her the outcome. She knew. She had always known somehow. Here she was at the door. Ready to enter. She assumed he would be there.
» Posted By emma On 08.27.2009 @ 10:50 am
Don’t assume you know me. Fat, skinny, pretty or pretty ugly, I’m a person. Don’t judge me, don’t judge anyyone. No one is ever exactly how they seem.
» Posted By Emma On 08.26.2009 @ 8:34 pm
Chocolate bars. creamy and smooth, tasty and oh-so-good. Why can’t a candy bar be all good? Like everything, it has a bad side. Like me, like you.
» Posted By Emma On 08.23.2009 @ 3:01 pm
The wheels flash in the striking sun of a brittle winter, his car shines like his boots and his teeth and his hair and his slick pride. The men from the city are made out of chrome.
» Posted By Emma On 08.20.2009 @ 11:44 am
These walls are –
The smell in the air is of old coffee and sweat.
And yet all I can see is a looming enclosure of pine – and all I can taste are bloody clods of dirt in my mouth.
As I work my way into my coffin.
» Posted By Emma On 08.19.2009 @ 1:26 pm
His cheeks are old, weathered to human leather from the gusty storm of other people’s unchecked words. His face may be old and tough but it is not wrinkled – his skin is draw tight across his strong cheekbones.
But as he hold the the cold hand of his now deceased partner in this long life. A new course is carved down his face.
» Posted By Emma On 08.16.2009 @ 12:43 pm
Around her heart there is an … irritation. Julian is the cause, she knows that. But as for what while stop the constant palpitations of her heart?
This itch may not have a cure.
» Posted By Emma On 08.15.2009 @ 3:41 pm
His hand’s are the part of him that most shows his age, the skin white and paper thin showing the blood barely pulsing through aging veins. Those hands spend all day adjusting dials on a radio that no longer works, adjusting music long past but still heard in his mind.
» Posted By Emma On 08.11.2009 @ 11:34 am
To cleanse can mean one of many things. It can mean to clean yourself in terms of having a bath or shower. It can mean to cleanse ones soul, as in purifying their soul of all bad things. The basic concept of cleansing is to remove the bad.
» Posted By emma On 08.11.2009 @ 9:16 am
cleanse me of my sins… is thought a sin? to think, is it the same as to act? Blurred lines work on my conscience like a blacksmith on metal, moulding, melting… shaping… Should I, would I? Who knows?
» Posted By Emma On 08.11.2009 @ 6:16 am
Thirteen geese floated in the pond but the soon to be mother goose watched jealously because she could not leave her nest.
» Posted By Emma On 08.08.2009 @ 12:50 pm
a flock of geese flying overhead, where do they go, nobody knows, really. I don’t have much to say on geese actually… Seriously 60 seconds turns out to be a long long time!
» Posted By Emma On 08.08.2009 @ 10:09 am
He brushed his arm against mine and while he blushed and looked away I had the urge to throw a punch or two.
» Posted By Emma On 08.07.2009 @ 10:02 pm
Her long brown hair lay in my hands, stretched out in the space between us like a silky bridge of truce. This is the only time we don’t fight – when her hair streams down under my careful brushing.
» Posted By Emma On 08.07.2009 @ 12:57 pm
She doesn’t look up to the poster on the wall or the shimmying hips on television. Her idol is simple and near; found in every action of her older sister.
» Posted By Emma On 08.06.2009 @ 8:41 am
His fingers had always been lively, illustrating his tales by dancing in the air, attached to warm hands and firm arms; a passionate and live body always movingdoingthinkingbeing.
But now on the edge of the wooden casket they remained still and gray. Proof that he had become victim to the ultimate form of idleness.
» Posted By Emma On 08.05.2009 @ 9:26 am
Her face dropped in on itself. A proud brow and defined mouth which had born years of sorrow; men without respect and children without abandon. But that strong face folded in, became dead and unfamiliar at his one phrase;
“I’m not coming back.”
» Posted By Emma On 08.04.2009 @ 4:08 pm
It just happened, there was nothing i could do, i panicked. There he was just lying in front of me, all that i knew flew out the window and i stood there as useless as everyone else. Time stopped, i couldn’t breathe , this couldn’t be happening to me, not here not now……oh no
» Posted By emma On 08.04.2009 @ 3:01 pm
The air between us has become humid as if the tension that’s formed could condense.
As if your hatred
or my love
could physically float
in the air
» Posted By Emma On 08.03.2009 @ 4:03 pm
Staring at the ceiling I see the constellations and worlds outlined in glowing paint, artwork created by factories; the only thing that makes moguls similar to gods.
There ability to reform the universe and create planets.
» Posted By Emma On 08.02.2009 @ 2:30 pm
His eyes ask the question, the one that I have worked hard to trample; shoved into the dark hidden parts of my mind so that it will never surface. But still these eyes ask the forbidden question – ‘do you love me?’
But there is no way I can respond.
» Posted By Emma On 08.02.2009 @ 6:55 am
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Respond? What do you mean respond? No, I’ll just smile, I’ll just wave and silently flip you off because you’re a sadistic asshole with no soul.
» Posted By Emma On 08.02.2009 @ 3:27 am