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they ran around inside my head knocking on the walls of my mind like nails knocked in with a hammer. they were entirely ingrained there and their chatter or their whispers never left, even in the dead of night. i was unsure whether it was a good or bad thing to always be in company for sometimes the weight of silence had become too much but other times it was the unbearable din i yearned for.

» Posted By sophie On 06.20.2012 @ 1:22 pm


Pits, arm pits and sand pits. The sand pits are my favourite pits. When you roll around in them at the tender age of 6 and create storming castles that even you are scared. That’s when you know you miss your childhood.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.20.2012 @ 6:16 am


Milk streaming down from the clouds, clouds ripping apart, clouds torn at the seams as liquid falls falls falls down into the streets, gathering in gutters, pooling in the cracks of the sidewalk, drizzling down through the alleys where you always used to sit, head bowed, toque out, waiting for money that never came.

» Posted By sophie On 06.17.2012 @ 12:24 am


I’m convinced Italy has more cathedrals than people. Or at least more churches. It seems almost every city we’ve visited on our vacation has what they call a duomo. Don’t get me wrong. They’re all freaking gorgeous. Nothing in the U.S. comes to mind that compares. Seriously.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.14.2012 @ 12:36 pm


It was a brief affair. They didn’t really love each other, but they did leave scars. He cared more about her than she did about him, and she would carry the guilt for a long time. She would never be sure whether he knew that he cared more. Years later she would get back in touch with him, flirt with him, feel guilty all over again. But she just couldn’t stop.

He knew, of course. But part of him didn’t mind being used. And, deep down, he wasn’t actually in love with her. He wished he was somehow able to tell her.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.12.2012 @ 11:45 pm

Its a word that can be used for a summary. Its a adjective that discribe nouns.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:29 pm

ita a word that has a bri for brienna. its a great discribing word that you can use

» Posted By Sophie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:22 pm


Switching places. Switchum partnersum. Turning, turning, turning through the years. Snow White stitching up the circuit board, synapse slipping through the open doors. Switch it.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.11.2012 @ 7:52 pm


Birds live in nests. Nests are made of straw,. Mother birds make these nests, and keeps her eggs warm in these nests until they hatch, then she has to go look for food. Nests are usually in trees. They can be big or small. Also with dirt

» Posted By Sophie On 06.10.2012 @ 10:53 am


She chatted her way through life. Never letting anyone else get a word in. It was dreadful. One day, people finally just stopped listening. That was that. She continued to chat to an empty audience. It went on like this for the rest of her life.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.09.2012 @ 10:23 am


Grind. What is grind? My mother says it’s an infection of the mind, but I think it’s rather pretty. Grind is the sort of thing that I don’t often get to see, but when I do, my mother snatches it off me and say ‘You’ll never do well with that in your hand’. But she’s wrong. In fact I plan to make a FORTUNE out of grind. If I don’t, well, I’ll move back in with her.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.08.2012 @ 8:56 am

everything in the soup made me feel sick when i imagined the abatoir the bones had come from, the freezing rooms where carcasses were kept rolling across an expanse of desolate land where nothing grew because it was too frightened. i imagined the drilling sound of grinding to powder using an electric whisk and my mother thinking nothing of it.

» Posted By sophie On 06.08.2012 @ 3:56 am


and i am the colour of a raspberry jelly from embarrassment looking you in the eye across the room because you make me sick and i am unsure how i did it without closing my eyes and wincing as i relive the smell of your pungent breath similar to brighton beach or fish guts sometimes on a bad day rotting in the sun with my feelings.

» Posted By sophie On 06.06.2012 @ 3:28 pm


I was emptying my case when i got back from my holiday. I had been to somewhere and there was no one there but me. I didn’t really know what I was doing there. I couldn’t feel my heart, soul or stomach. Everything was empty, The hotel, the beach, the bar, the sea. Me. And now my case. And my apartment. I’m single, too. Empty, Alone.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.04.2012 @ 2:58 pm


David hasselhoff? JK So, when I hear hassle it’s definitely about my brother. He hassles me all the time! And I mean it!

» Posted By Sophie On 06.01.2012 @ 9:12 am


The reporter turned the corner, clutching her notebook and pencil. The back entrance was the only way to get in without having to shove through the mob of people trying to catch a glimpse of the hottest new boy band, one direction…

» Posted By sophie On 05.30.2012 @ 5:49 pm

Reporters are some of the most biased people you will ever meet. The liberal media cannot seem to write one story that does not slam conservatives in one way or another. I wish that we could have just one unbiased story.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.30.2012 @ 2:34 pm


something i aspired to study years ago before i decided i wanted to become a shepherdess. i still have a fascination for it and wish i’d pursued it occasionally. and then i see a sheep and realize where my heart lies!

» Posted By Sophie On 05.29.2012 @ 2:37 pm


this reminds me of what im supposed to do but cant. i keep making bad decisions and i keep messing up but i dont know what to do to change this. theres so much stuff i want to get done, shit i still have to do, but where to i get the determination to do it? will i go to college? i dont know the answers yet.

» Posted By sophie On 05.27.2012 @ 9:35 pm

it was a sunny day running away like a stallion and i decided that it was time to step into the time capsule i had created for myself a number of years ago mostly for emergency international crises such as nuclear explosions. however the heat got under my collar and made me angry so i decided this was a crisis and time to get away. i stepped inside and switched on the buttons and connected the last wires and nothing really happened after that.

» Posted By sophie On 05.27.2012 @ 12:50 pm

I’d don’t like to transform anything – it’s perfect how it is. – i’ve got fear- because everything will change.. the in january – i will be gone.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.27.2012 @ 12:44 pm


and there i was walking through the forest of lost pennies which over time had become fastened between the floorboards until they were a member of the copper nails the copper pennies i turned into a copper girl i could smell the richness of myself and the darkness encasing me as i rotted in the sink and glowed slightly green but the sink was the floorboard and was never really there.

» Posted By sophie On 05.23.2012 @ 2:16 pm


i am warm and i cannot find anything anywhere but today it does not matter because the sun is shining in slats through my ribcage and it beams from my heart and i am a weather system with trees growing in my guts and ivy snaking around my internal organs my kidneys are little flowers my ovaries the bigger and that is all there is to say

» Posted By sophie On 05.22.2012 @ 10:35 am


or somewhere in the middle
there is nowhere
with you
inside me
on me
outside me
there is no home for you here
no hope here for me or you

» Posted By sophie On 05.19.2012 @ 3:05 am


I disregard your feelings whenever I flirt with you, whenever I think of you as back-up plan, whenever I consider you just one of my guy friends, when I tell him I love him, when I put up photos from my holiday with him. And I’m sorry for it.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.13.2012 @ 5:52 pm


the sounds in my mind made my ears ring and my eyes water and the sounds in my mind make my nails run along chalkboards and my teeth grind together. there is an orchestra outside of the wind and the ocean clashing together and the sky meets them in the middle in a horribly lovely horribly natural melody.

» Posted By sophie On 05.07.2012 @ 4:04 am


this is a meaningless word in a desolate wasteland where nothing exists and the concept of democracy is locked in our televisions and oil spurting from the wastelands of texas into the wasteland of my mouth and my car engine is crying for it.

» Posted By sophie On 05.05.2012 @ 12:18 pm


there was a void missing from my life. being sixteen was supposed to be good but instead it was as if the strings inside me broke or the seas parted. something happened with detached myself from all that was around me and meant i was never going to get it back. i wasted precious time with an ache in my heart i couldn’t understand and tears in my eyes for someone who was nothing in the atomic expanse of the universe.

» Posted By sophie On 05.01.2012 @ 2:01 pm


and i couldn’t find anything interesting to say one day when i laid backward staring at the glass ceiling when the rain came down like pins. they made little noises which made the skin on my back prickle and you were there too, but i think that is what made my skin prickle more when i think about it. it was a day for rain but it wasn’t a sad rainy day.

» Posted By sophie On 04.10.2012 @ 3:47 am


pain of the heart if your hurt from love and all dat shite. it could be broken if someone you love has hurt you. you will feel heartache and it willl hurt you very much…
maybe they have cheated or left you and if you truly love them i guarantee you will feel the hearthache.

» Posted By sophie On 04.09.2012 @ 10:26 am

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