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indistinct

A shape in the distance… familiar, yet not. Am I seeing the ghost of a loved one, or is my mind’s eye making you into something you aren’t? Either way, a moment’s solace.

» Posted By Jesse On 08.28.2010 @ 7:45 pm

moon

You purify and break my heart. A childhood friend that watches from a distance, unapproachable. Your pedestal is too high for my love to reach.

» Posted By Jesse On 08.28.2010 @ 4:57 am

High. The one thing I want that I can never reach, no matter how hard I try. Pearly white, sitting atop the world like you own it.

» Posted By Jesse On 08.27.2010 @ 8:25 pm

mist

There was a thick mist.

It was so thick I could barley breathe.

I could see a figure in the distance.

I knew it was him D:

» Posted By jesse On 08.24.2010 @ 8:42 pm

Can be seen in cold winter days and nights. It can be produced by pollution and also by just really cold days.

It is normally in the early mornings and at late nights, mist also has alot of water substances in it.

» Posted By jesse On 08.24.2010 @ 8:39 pm

understood

It wasn’t that she wasn’t listening. He was being perfectly clear, both verbally and with his exasperated body language. They were over. This relationship was over. Five years of struggle. But still, she couldn’t bring herself to understand.

(Also, registration here doesn’t work for me! Can’t wait until it gets fixed, though. VERY exciting! :D)

» Posted By Jesse On 08.21.2010 @ 3:05 pm

trend

Trend. A trend setter is someone who never acts like the sheep of the flock. The current weather is exhibiting a storm trend. She’s trendy, like a Jorg and Olif bicycle.

» Posted By Jesse On 06.30.2010 @ 11:44 pm

carve

The wood was carved intricately into an angel with roses surrounding it. the color was a light caramel color and she couldn’t help but appreciate the hard work that had gone into the widddling. She ran her pale fingers over the wood and got a small splinter. He apologized,a nd quickly removed her tiny injury. With a smile, she thanked him and placed the carving on her table.

» Posted By Jesse On 06.29.2010 @ 9:47 pm

velvet

Velvet is soft. I’ve never tried it before. I guess it looks pretty. It is also the color of that chocolate cake that tastes like cow dung. I think my dog ate more than I did. Well, crap. I could care less about velvet it makes me angry. Very angry. Like the hulk only I turn red not green like a sissy.

» Posted By Jesse On 06.26.2010 @ 6:24 pm

tide

the tide was washing up on the shore as she stared out towards the ocean. She thought of how things had changed since the last time she had been sitting there on that beach. She could almost feel his arms around her as she watched the sun slowly fade into the distance, and she sighed heavily with as the wave of nostalgia hit her.

» Posted By Jesse On 06.22.2010 @ 6:07 pm

starlight

starbright bitches, in this place on a float. parades are alright sometimes. I want a coke and a pretzel. mabye ill steel a black cadelack and be right back. see ya suckers. hahahahahahaha. in this car striped of motion. my brain dosn’t get it. stop. get out. run. fly. wake up. brush my teeth. take a shower, shit and shave. its time for work its time to quit its time to try. sunny day on the porch with an iced tea and a cigarette.

» Posted By Jesse On 06.03.2010 @ 9:41 pm

detour

I took a detour the other day.. It lead me to a world I never knew existed. It was filled with clean water and rolling, grass covered hills. I could see mountains and forests in the distance. I could smell a stream as it babbled away over pebbles.

» Posted By Jesse On 05.01.2010 @ 6:33 pm

stride

The stride of the man as he walked in the room was purposeful and intent. He is the epitome of advertising. He is the representative of Stride Gum, dancing across the world, people joining in. All because he once walked in with this purposeful stride.

» Posted By Jesse On 05.09.2010 @ 5:34 pm

dislike

what im all about. cant see what makes ppl the way they are. very angry.lol why am i doing this. i dislike this. what is the point…i dont mind it if ppl dislike me.

» Posted By Jesse On 04.29.2009 @ 8:16 pm

balcony

i have actually already written on this topic. but yes. this is just the thing. to write on somethign that one has already written on. is that creative or just obnoxious. I cannot say for sure myself but yes it would be nice to know if the balcony actually existed or not. and if the doors opening up onto it were nice enough to let me out but no they really aren’t…

» Posted By jesse On 05.11.2009 @ 9:17 pm

on the balcony there lay a woman on a white chair. She had blond hair. The balcony was in Paris. It had French doors opening out onto a view of the parisian landscape. It was a beautiful balcony where many memories had been made. So amazing actually that this was no time to be wasting talking about the balcony itself

» Posted By jesse On 05.11.2009 @ 9:15 pm

deny

i want to deny that i am the super human obstacle of my self and spend the days flying through the world not remembering the day before as if it was a backpack. napsack. acrobatic. no.

» Posted By jesse On 11.28.2008 @ 3:12 pm

give

Giving can mean a lot of different things… you can give your time, your soul, your life, your money… I think that I do a lot of giving just in everyday life, on accident. I give myself to a stranger I don’t even know just by catching their eyes for longer than ten seconds. Give is such a soft word. I wish I did more of the good kind of giving than the bad, when you sacrifice yourself on the alter of someone’s problems. Bleh. Merry Christmas. :D

» Posted By Jesse On 12.25.2008 @ 2:03 am

belong

I looked through the drawer. One stupid sock.

Two feet one damn sock, the rest dirty. It was going to be that type of day.

I threw the lone sock in the garbage, and walked barefoot that whole winter day.

» Posted By Jesse On 12.13.2008 @ 11:14 am

remember

Remember what exactly? Childhood? Being a teen? Memories that aren’t mine, that I’ve been told about? It’s an interesting word, an interesting idea. The ability to remember things… it’s something that I think too many people take for granted. Not only do we remember people, places, and ideas, but we store facts. We store habits, and we recall those and remember them when we get stuck in a bind. The same goes for scripts, we all have this idea of what we’re supposed to do when we go some place, and that’s based off of our memory.

» Posted By Jesse On 02.01.2009 @ 2:03 am

lock

When i was a child, my bedroom had a simple little lock on it that was easy enough to pick. I always wanted to purchase a more sophisticated one that no one could break through, but for some reason this mnever happened. I suppose that, to a child, the barrier between his bedroom and the rest of the world is an important one, because the bedroom is the only place the child truly owns, and can retreat to and be pure. I think it is rather important, however, that i never actually bought a more complex and sophisticated lock.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.28.2009 @ 9:14 pm

veins

under the old alder tree in the grove behind the shed where you touched your first boy felt your first pangs of hunger down to the ditch where you played catch me and the policeman found the body

» Posted By Jesse On 01.14.2009 @ 8:09 am

favorite

what’s your favorite day? favorite time of day? mine is just before dawn by the lake with the fog rising and everything is ethereal in the swirling mist and you might be here but where are you really and you might be a person or you might not. nothing is certain before the sun and you can be whatever you want.

» Posted By jesse On 01.13.2009 @ 2:27 pm

carton

milk comes in cartons. all toes of carotns. big. small. i love the cartos that are blue. noody ever wants those cartons but they are pretty. what if thy made lime green cartons. or withe. if they came in white i would make a house out of them and color it beautiful.

» Posted By jesse On 01.07.2009 @ 8:26 pm

fingerprint

there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?

» Posted By Jesse On 04.03.2009 @ 10:09 am

there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?

» Posted By Jesse On 04.03.2009 @ 10:09 am

bracelet

I don’t enjoy to wear bracelets. They cut the circulation off from the rest of my body. I have thin skin. Shallow blood. It isn’t even summer and I’m Lake Eerie. Dizzy Spells. At least I’m not drowning. Although I may be in need of a transfusion.

» Posted By Jesse On 03.30.2009 @ 4:46 pm

beloved

I am beloved to someone, and this fact amazes me daily. To know that I am the first and the last thought that crosses his mind every day is staggering. When he kisses me, it’s obvious that I am his heart’s only desire. It takes my breath away daily. I am beloved, and for this, I know I am truly blessed.

» Posted By Jesse On 03.28.2009 @ 1:17 am

deliberate

I had to try. There was nothing else for me to do. I had to put all that I was outside of myself and use it make something that we all could see, something that would give us a reason to save ourselves. Men like me bleed bricks. We have to try.

» Posted By jesse On 07.14.2008 @ 11:39 am

twig

a branch. It is brown, it is woody. They’re on trees, and I wonder if they taste good, they fall of the trees a lot, they’re actually kind of boring, nothing too special about them.

» Posted By jesse On 09.26.2009 @ 9:54 am

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