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It starts in the right hand,
moving through the air
in quick strokes –
beats tapped out on imaginary clouds

and they watch and listen, their heart
beats matching up to the rhythm
of her hand and
soon the room fills with music,
sound and substance
from a simple, silent
flick of the wrist.

» Posted By Quinn On 11.01.2018 @ 10:31 pm

It starts in the right hand,
moving through the air
in quick strokes
beats tapped out on imaginary clouds

and they watch and listen, their heart
beats matching up to the rhythm
of her hand and
soon the room fills with music,
sound and substance
from nothing.

» Posted By Quinn On 11.01.2018 @ 10:30 pm


“It’s not true, I don’t believe it.” cried my younger brother.
“It is, the pool is closed” this was a lie.

» Posted By Quinn On 02.19.2017 @ 2:35 pm


I came out of my shell like it was the most natural thing in the world. And there I was, awake, alive, naked and exposed to the entirety of creation.

It was inspiring.

I was awestruck.

But also, I was dying. Something had struck me in the thigh, in the meat of it in a vein and I was bleeding out.

» Posted By Quinn On 07.29.2016 @ 12:14 pm


It thrives in the deepest pits of the earth. Man craves this tiny piece of metal as if it were love. As if to fill the greed inside them . But alas a rock does not keep you warm, a rock does not love you, a rock is a simple shiny thing in the earth. Why we value it so much is beyond me

» Posted By quinn On 03.26.2014 @ 10:12 pm


lofty pines and scabbed knees
scattered things
clinging to everything
falling short
in a blue blazer

» Posted By quinn On 10.09.2013 @ 11:04 am


in equal measures we give ourselves monopoly over self and
not-self. i lied about it being equal in fact our measures are
broken or rather, each of us has a different one calibrated
right-wrongly for ourselves, right for others – who knows? but we
cannot measure against others and so we float on.

» Posted By Quinn On 09.20.2013 @ 10:09 am


Delight was the simple taste of happiness in her eyes, in her features, on her tongue. It was hidden in the crinkles on the edges of her eyes. It was traced into her skin near her kind, warming smile. Delight had known this woman well. It had been good fri

» Posted By Quinn On 07.08.2013 @ 10:11 pm


oh the dashboard melted but we still have the radio. that is a modet mouse song that my older brother introduced to me. he and i have a strained relationship because of how distant he has always been because of his depression. recently we have somewhat connected because I told him that I smoked weed and now we sometimes smoke together. I wish he liked me for other things though.

» Posted By Quinn On 04.09.2013 @ 7:17 pm


The musicality of his tone when he skrieked in her face was very commenable. He spat words and sentences of pure musical genius. I couldn’t have do it better myself.

» Posted By Quinn On 01.23.2013 @ 2:25 pm


Another horridly unwanted visit from my brother. No matter how many times my wife and I tell him he needs to get his life together and get a hold of himself before he can come back he manages to wander into my house every couple of months.

» Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:13 am


When applied, these skills can exponentially increase your social activity. You’ll be rolling in new friends. And don’t even get e started on relationships. Just think of it as a cheat code for life.

» Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:10 am

I applied myself at the stressful job interview. Constant questioning ade for a stressful situation where my self control skill that I read about would come in handy. Not to mention all the practicing in the mirror I had done.

» Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 11:06 am

i applied this concept to the game. i wanted so desperately to be loved, for you to think of me as valuable and precious. i did what i thought i was supposed to, but i rushed the process and that’s why it ended differently than it could’ve.

» Posted By Quinn On 01.21.2013 @ 7:48 am


stir stir stir the pot. Watch it bubble and pop.Can you hear the children in the next room? The house is warm and the air thick with love. The close memories of winter.

» Posted By Quinn On 12.15.2012 @ 12:56 pm


It could mean that you want to get higher if you like doing drugs. Lots of people do drugs. Caffiene and alcohol are considered drugs so pretty much everyone does them. My aunt though doesn’t drink alcohol or coffee but she drinks coke so that counts i guess.

» Posted By Quinn On 12.04.2012 @ 1:27 pm


I want you to die. That is what would satisfy me. While, that, and turkey. But turkey is harder to come by, so I’ll stick with death. Yeah, death sounds nice. I’m going to take a knife, carve the turkey, and then kill someone. How does this equal satisfaction? I’m not really sure. It sounds like it could be fun though. I’ll have to find someone to help me though, these kinds of things are no fun when you are doing them alone. Maybe that guy sitting on the opposite side of the street? Yeah, that could work.

» Posted By Quinn On 11.19.2012 @ 7:20 pm


I took another step forward. The feeling of insecurity was slowly fading away but my heart was still unsure. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was conflicted. On one side, maybe this could help me. Maybe this was in my favor. But on the other hand, what if it was my ruin, my destruction? What if it destroyed everything I had worked for? Was it a risk I could take? Was it a risk I was brave enough to take? Or was I just going to take one step forward and then two steps back again?

» Posted By Quinn On 11.01.2012 @ 1:02 pm


cursed with school, cursed with being white, cursed with being rich. brought to tears by the power going out because of the snow storm. roads are out, stuck in the house, stuck with books.

» Posted By Quinn On 02.12.2013 @ 9:32 am


I never thought I would feel like this. It was almost like every single piece of me had faded away into nothingness. My heart was dead. Though it continued to beat and blood continued to pump through veins, I still wasn’t alive. What’s alive anyway?

» Posted By Quinn On 09.16.2012 @ 2:06 pm


Whether I want to or not, whether I feel or do not, whether she will love me or not, whether I will get married to her or not, whether she cares for me at all or not, whether she actually loves me back to or not, whether I will find another girl or not, I think i will end up happy.

» Posted By Quinn On 09.05.2012 @ 11:05 pm


link link link slow link link link . . . . . . .dropped link . . . . . . . . . redialing ………….. link link link …..burp ^^^^^ Ooops! …… redialing!

» Posted By Quinn On 07.04.2012 @ 3:13 pm


Bam the gun has sounded the race is on they are curving round corner one corner two it looks like james lead has been a brief one because now lachlan has taking first and won the race.

» Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:29 pm

These are synonyms for brief.

small amount
less time

» Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:26 pm

the quiet in here is very brief almost as brief as a lightning strike or very quick thunder. the race car took a brief second to finish the track.

» Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:20 pm

this is a very brief amount of time to type im trying my hardest to think of something briefly.

» Posted By quinn On 06.12.2012 @ 4:19 pm


wtf, the last word I was given was grind too. I dislike this word. It can be sexy ala the bump and grind or it can immidiately make your brain go “nose against the grind’ which is where I am now. Grr. Want a new word. Do not like this one. It makes me stressed and I have enough of that in my life right w/out having to write about the word “grind” thankyouverymuch.

» Posted By Quinn On 06.07.2012 @ 12:13 pm


I listen for the gong. I hear it ring through the air and sprint in the direction of the Cornucopia, closer, closer. I grab a backpack and a crossbow before running off into the woods, getting far away from the bloodbath taking place at the Cornucopia. Then night comes and the Capitol’s anthem plays. Twelve dead. I survived the first night of The Hunger Games.

» Posted By Quinn On 04.21.2012 @ 5:57 pm


i once crapped on a desk. although it was really sad because i realized i was crapping on a woman’s breasts, but then i was like “hey this is awesome” and we did it. that was a good desk-y experience. i like desks more now. :)

» Posted By Quinn On 04.15.2012 @ 11:09 pm


as i stare at the branches on the trees outside, i realize that they’re just a part of the tree. and in those parts are smaller parts and smaller parts. and i come to see it as a mechanism. little parts made up of littler parts make the tree what it is. but, i catch myself. it’s more than little parts. instead, i look at the big part. i appreciate the life and the beauty of the tree as a whole.

» Posted By Quinn On 04.07.2012 @ 11:44 am

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