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There are pretty little girls playing in sandcastles, and they taste salt air like it’s candy, and mold with their hands like they tiny Michelangelos sitting in the breeze.
» Posted By Sophia On 11.18.2013 @ 9:18 pm
He painted the abyss in the night sky with his hands. With shaky fingers, he slashed galaxies, and with his toes, he dotted millions of stars. And with edged fingernails, he depicted burning meteors.
» Posted By Sophia On 11.16.2013 @ 12:51 pm
There was nothing antagonistic about him. He was not the killer everyone thought him to be, could never be the one who slashed children’s bodies and the wives of old men. Could never touch someone without invitation.
They didn’t know it, but he was their hero.
» Posted By Sophia On 11.15.2013 @ 7:48 pm
If auto-barricade were a word, it would be a noun meaning “to barricade oneself.” Which is what I do. I barricade myself into a box without choices, barricade myself into a corner where I must dance to entertain the masses, barricade myself into my bed where I hope the monsters will not touch me.
» Posted By Sophia On 11.11.2013 @ 4:35 pm
The bastards of hell are all around us. They creep behind you and breathe empty promises into your ear. At night you feel their feathers touch you gently, like you are a child to them, precious, and when you close your eyes to sleep, their fangs pierce your throat as if it were butter.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.22.2013 @ 6:01 pm
How do you measure the divine spark? Does it light your body electric, or are you Adam in the Michelangelo painting just before you wake?
» Posted By Sophia On 09.19.2013 @ 5:15 pm
Cross woven in a loom and stupidity with flicks of bewilderment but mostly just ignorance. Her mind, like a bee hive, thousands of little wings floating around driving everyone, including herself, simply mad.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.08.2013 @ 3:39 pm
The sky shined despite the lack of sun. Starts light up the earth from above. They remain a single light source in this small town she calls home.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.06.2013 @ 4:59 pm
So I stand there, holding the fridge door open with one hand and exploring the context of it with the other, wondering about an infinity of issues. One: What do I want to eat. Two: Why am I here. Three: How do I get away from this all.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.03.2013 @ 12:37 pm
Wilting from the lack of hope. Without the gleaming hope of the future nothing can be accomplished. Nothing can be done to change what it has done. Nothing can be how it was before. Too much stress overpowers the little optimism that what is soon to come will be any better than what has recently passed
» Posted By Sophia On 08.31.2013 @ 5:54 pm
Washed onto the shore slivers of bottles wash up. They remain from the past. Past parties, past binges, past emotions.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.29.2013 @ 4:49 pm
She was strung.
Her dreams and aspirations were hung.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.28.2013 @ 2:40 pm
Her body was now lifeless. The regiments of her hung from the rope. That rope took on the role of letting her free in that old abandon building. Her lifeless arms hung and still legs dangled. She strung herself from the ceiling. In that building was something she adored when she was young, it was her escape from the world. The skeleton made up the majority of the structure as of then, the fat of it peeled away. No longer with paint or any sign that it one inhabited people, only some walls remained.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.28.2013 @ 2:37 pm
She was strung, the life drained from her body and her soul was set free.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.28.2013 @ 2:26 pm
Once upon a time, two families lived side by side in the barren mountains. One family was very rich, and had an abundance of food while the other had just barely enough to live by.
One day, the poorer family ran out of apples to eat. And so, they sent their young daughter to go to their neighbor and ask for some. She went over, but alas! They refused and yelled at her to go away. She ran home in tears, and her mother said, “Hush. Don’t worry. Everything will go fine. It is only an apple after all, my dear. Not worth fighting for.”
The next day, they found out that they ran out of butter. Her family, this time, sent her brother — who was slightly older than her — to ask their neighbor for some butter. When he went over however, they refused and shouted at him to leave. He walked home, angered, and told his parents what happened.
Everything went fine for another week. The family managed to get some apples and butter from a farmer who happened to be just passing by. No disputes were needed.
Soon however, on a very dreary rainy day, the river running near their houses flooded, and everything was destroyed in its path. The poorer family was lucky; they managed to get up on higher ground when they saw the river flooding while hunting higher in the mountains. They thanked the deities that they were safe, even though their houses were destroyed.
A few hours later, when the waters had sunk down, they were alerted by cries for help. Rushing to the site where the river had flooded, they saw several bodies near the wreckage of their houses and quickly pulled them out. The neighbors saw their saviors and burst into tears, apologizing over and over again for their rudeness. They promised to be much nicer people from now on.
And to this day, the two families are happily helping each other and making sure that everyone had enough to get by, and the river never flooded again.
» Posted By Sophia On 07.19.2013 @ 3:47 pm
I wish I didnt let it go for so long
Full of regret
Dont want to let it go but I gotta believe
That something better will arise
And not allow my mind to wallow on it
Need no attachment but my mind wont let me leave
I hope your doing well somewhere out there
» Posted By Sophia On 07.07.2013 @ 6:41 pm
i blamed for her everything she did to me i cant understand what made her want to hurt me. i blamed her for all my pain and suffering. i blamed her for my father hurting me. but what does it really mean to blame someone. i cant undersatnd how i was so wrong. i thought she caused everything and i trusted her. she trusted me. i dont undersatnd what could have lead to this and a misunderstanding where someone was blamed for something they didn’t do.
» Posted By Sophia On 06.25.2013 @ 2:29 pm
Frenzy. Like crazy things happening all over the place and lots of chaos and people doing things in a hurry and not thinking about consequences. Just going a million miles an hour and getting crazy and going as far and fast as you can. Doing things in a frenzy is an ultimate time of stress. Where you can’t think you just do as much as you can. It’s crazy and chaotic and stressful.
» Posted By Sophia On 06.22.2013 @ 10:55 pm
I actually was just dealing with pixel problems a moment ago. I just started a new album on Facebook, all of photos I took with my mom’s phone at different moments in which I didn’t have mine. Some of them are much less attractive than others because of how pixel-y they are, and I can’t figure out why!
» Posted By Sophia On 06.14.2013 @ 5:59 pm
The wrath of Poseidon was matched only by one thing: the wrath of his brother Zeus. The surface of Poseidon’s sea mirrored the blue of Zeus’ sky, the space between them a limbo between which only gods could move.
» Posted By Sophia On 06.13.2013 @ 7:15 pm
I think of a train, which is great, because I love trains in every way. They symbolize freedom for me in many ways, in the most basic way because they take me to New York City. In the most romantic, important way though…they bring Alastair. and take him :( that is the badness
» Posted By Sophia On 06.10.2013 @ 12:39 pm
this colur is colourful and bright, bright yellow, hot bright pink all these colours sometimes sluts wear these colours and lipstick they look horrib;e i mean who would wear bright yellow shit on your lips well obviously sluts
» Posted By Sophia On 05.29.2013 @ 11:48 pm
i have no idea what that word is but i think it is about a circle well a 3d cirlce since it has the word sphere in it sphere also sounds like the word sophia which by the way is my name, im called sophia i remember in year 1 we were learning about 3d shapes and my tea
» Posted By Sophia On 05.25.2013 @ 3:00 am
important controlling nice controlled collected in charge caring meticulous daring brave tired
» Posted By sophia On 03.12.2013 @ 9:19 pm
Leathery is what i think of when i see a picture of an old woman. Her skin, especially on her forehead, filled with wrinkles makes it seem to have a leathery feel. I wonder what she would’ve looked like 20 years ago, what she has done since then and whether she’s happy
» Posted By Sophia On 02.22.2013 @ 7:27 am
And though he claims you as his, I see your longing from across the room. I see the want in your eyes, that you’re unhappy with Marius, that you want to be with me. Grantaire and Enjolras, today and forever more. I just want to make you happy.
» Posted By Sophia On 02.06.2013 @ 5:12 pm
feeling great, i feel really great. its been quiet a long time since i’ve felt ‘swell’. I cant help but remember your lips and the way they looked so delicious to me. I cant help but feel sad sometimes but then i go through this momentary happiness spurt, and feel like this is what it was meant to be.
» Posted By sophia On 01.30.2013 @ 11:16 pm
I love how water can be so musical. People take that for granted. Whether it’s the percussion of a waterfall pounding on the rocks, or the symphony of raindrops in a forest, water has a lot of potential. I often find when I’m doing the dishes, the sound of the faucet is therapeutic.
» Posted By Sophia On 01.24.2013 @ 12:27 am
the sound of winter breezes fill the air. the sound of birds chirping in the summer mornings alert many. sounds fill the air and fill our minds. the sounds around us distract us. they alert us.
» Posted By Sophia On 01.18.2013 @ 8:04 pm
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its all a game to many. and thn theres some to take it too seriously. i’d like to find myself somewhere i the between, i think being able to laugh at yourself is important
» Posted By sophia On 12.18.2012 @ 2:54 pm