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sage

He was a wise man. A learned man. A cautious man.

Would he be heeded?

Or would the hotheads win the day?

“SAGE!!!” yelled the /b/tard

» Posted By Jesse On 12.19.2009 @ 5:33 pm

lantern

A lantern lights the way.

Old fashioned.

Swinging there at the end of the dimly lit corridor.

On a ship.

In a cave.

Do we lead the lantern? Or does the lantern lead us?

» Posted By Jesse On 12.16.2009 @ 6:43 am

arrived

As usual, he arrived late. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try to get there on time, but he never seemed to be able to get his alarm to work. And, if he were to be on time once, then they would expect it of him everyday!

» Posted By Jesse On 12.12.2009 @ 11:37 pm

He glanced at his watch once again, having to shield it with his hand to keep the rain from totally drenching it. He’d been standing on the corner for nearly ten minutes, and no matter how many times he tried, none of the taxis would stop for him. Yet another cab whizzed by, and it took all of his self control to not chase it down like a lunatic. As though the driver sensed his thinking, he pulled over to the side of the street.

“Want to share one?” A voice from behind him asked. He turned to see a woman sheilding herself from the rain with a bag, with he hand still in the air from hailing the cab. She looked as though she had just arrived, because she wasn’t completely drenched. He smiled gratfully and the two headed toward the cap.

» Posted By Jesse On 12.12.2009 @ 3:48 pm

triangle

I had done this topic before. Looking at the word Triangle, fearing that writing something significant wouldnt be possible. Is it fear of not being able to perform that drives us?

» Posted By Jesse On 03.02.2010 @ 9:53 am

The Triangle was big. I had never seen anything like it. I wanted to run, but was too afraid.

» Posted By Jesse On 03.02.2010 @ 9:50 am

bundle

Sticks bound up in tight bundles. She carries them on her head with ease, a babe looped lazily in her left arm, sucking a breast as she walks.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.30.2010 @ 5:43 pm

storage

Where to keep the mental storage, the locked away hard mind mined for memories with faded patches and rips of hoar.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.28.2010 @ 8:32 pm

A photo album all taped up with cardboard cut outs and shiny labels used to be the way I stored memories. Or perhaps it was also the giant white box of elementary school notes. Whispers of best friends, lost friends, boy friends. A pink diary. But these tangible records of memory have fallen out of favor now. Check that old disc of images shoved behind the book on Plato. That’s where you’ll find my college memories now. Or perhaps if you use facefinder, you’ll uncover the deliciously untagged on facebook.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.28.2010 @ 4:37 pm

yoga

I don’t think that it’s possible to actually change your mood and stress level with yoga even though I like to believe in that stuff. What the fuck am I doing. Why do I lie to myself like that? This is probably why I’m so fucking depressed all the time. I wish I could really believe in spiritual healing.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.24.2010 @ 7:34 pm

pour

I love to pour water into a pitcher when I make Kool-Aide. I’m not black, by the way. I just love how refreshing and tasty the water looks, then after you pour it in, you mix in the drink mix & sugar and then you get to enjoy your “hard work” that you put into making that drink.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.18.2010 @ 1:23 am

trot

Gallop, canter, stride, gait, roll, swagger, walk, jog.

To trot is to walk with style. To strut your stuff, to show them what you’ve got.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.15.2009 @ 11:08 pm

pie

i was walking through the halls at my school and i decided my candy shoppe group needed pies and cakes. so i told my friends the cakes in the fish bowls needed to include us. our candy melted. sad day.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.12.2009 @ 10:00 pm

apron

I’m a chef. An apron is a very import garment for us. It helps to hide messes, and to prevent them from going on our uniform, so that we may look presentable if have to go out into the dining to meet with customers, or go to meetings with the higher ups of our employment facility.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.03.2009 @ 7:54 pm

wine

i love wine. wine is amazing. Do you want some wine with that cheese? w to the i to the n the the e that is how we rhyme really dumb words. I like hamsters you drink wine. red wine white whine this is how i wine.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.03.2009 @ 4:45 am

balm

got blamed on by a pack of rabid dogs and it smelled terrible. the stench rose and made my eyes water.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.01.2009 @ 7:44 pm

boxing

Boxing invloves beating the hell out of someone. I mean… Why exactly would someone want to put on a pair of hard ass gloves and beat the shit out of another person right across from you? I mean.. I would like to take my anger out on a lot of people by boxing with them but I’m pretty sure I would much rather kill them.

» Posted By Jesse On 03.30.2010 @ 8:40 pm

scissors

The scissors snipped at the hair, cutting off her locks that she had spent so many years growing. She loved her hair- it was soft, brown and long. It was longer than Rapunzel’s, she was sure. But as her mom took the scissors to her hair, and it all fell to the floor before her eyes, she

» Posted By Jesse On 10.30.2009 @ 10:21 am

dial

one time I dialed the wrong phone number. I picked up the phone and they asked who I was. Of course, they had no idea. I don’t even know who I sometimes so how in the world could I expect a complete stranger to know.

» Posted By Jesse On 10.21.2009 @ 10:53 pm

glance

At second glance she was something new. Not the same eyes, the same hair, the same little girl laugh.

» Posted By Jesse On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

timing

it all takes time,timing is every thing.

» Posted By jesse On 02.02.2010 @ 7:25 am

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