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stacks

It’s that game, Janga. The breathless anticipation which surrounds the table. Anxiety etched on all of our faces, ready to burst into a flood of unexpected laughter. Letting go is pleasant. Freedom is luxury.

» Posted By Val On 10.11.2011 @ 3:58 am

suppose

I read a book called ‘Supposing” by Alastor Reid. It was a series of chance situations. The sense was very existentialist and I liked it. I’ve always supposed that if I loved philosophy over faith, I would be an existentialist.

» Posted By Val On 10.04.2011 @ 6:13 am

edge

It’s the place where I’m most afraid. I barely glimpse, the cavernous depths open below me. Waves surge somewhere, making a sound like thunder a thousand miles away.

» Posted By Val On 10.03.2011 @ 6:56 am

convinced

Convincing people is hard to do; however, with practice writing essays, one learns how to use evidence to convince readers to see their point.

» Posted By Val On 09.23.2011 @ 10:07 pm

account

The logos of the thing. We try to call it the “account.” But logos has so many other translations, equally profound. Word, speech, story… the list continues perhaps has long as we hope to understand man and his relation to the gods.

» Posted By Val On 09.15.2011 @ 5:57 am

why is the word always account. i dont have anything to say about this word. except that my parents are accountants and all that jazz. i love them. they’re really cool. and they are awesome. i do enjoy writing just not about this word.

» Posted By val On 09.14.2011 @ 9:21 pm

salt

“You are the salt of the earth.” The believers who go out and preach their joy, their fullness, and conviction.

» Posted By Val On 09.03.2011 @ 6:40 am

sponge

To soak in life, but somehow filter what is ugly, rotten, or excessive. To wipe clean one’s surroundings…

» Posted By Val On 09.01.2011 @ 3:32 pm

force

Mass times acceleration. But we still don’t know what force IS. I’ve tried to describe it in a thousand ways… but in the end I am silent, struck dumb by the phenomenon that allows for motion and life.

» Posted By Val On 08.25.2011 @ 2:31 pm

sinking

siking. oh, how she was sinking. Despair, nothingness, everything. EVERYTHING! Funny how everything turns into nothing and then back on to everything, a little bit, a lot. Sinking. Drowning. Trying to swim when it’s too late to save anything, yet saving it all, all that mattered. Because it can only be beautiful when it’s unfulfilled.

» Posted By Val On 08.22.2011 @ 8:31 pm

I’m going to sink my way off this island. Those were the words Kate said to Jack, was it the second season? It wasn’t clear whether they were in love. I’ve thought about this myself, since. When I’m on the beach, bare toes. The rush of the waves flows in and out, and I sink lower and deeper into the sand. It’s as if the waves are pulling me into the sea, and at some point I’m not sure when, I think that I am no longer on the shore. That I’ve left land behind.

» Posted By Val On 08.22.2011 @ 6:52 pm

missed

i’ve missed you. i’ve missed you more than i thought i did. you’re back; back in my life, whether i want you to be or not. how can it be possible for me to still miss you? even after you killed me, you grabbed my heart and squeezed as much as you could, you left me. i hope it was worth it. and i hope you’re missing me as much as i miss you.

» Posted By val On 08.19.2011 @ 11:14 pm

deer

“As the deer pants for flowing streams, so my soul pants for Thee, oh Lord.” These are the words of the Psalm set to music in Palestrina’s famous “Sicut Cervus.” They sang this day and night, the polyphonic harmonies attuned themselves to the music of their souls.

» Posted By Val On 08.19.2011 @ 4:33 am

in the road
with it’s mother
eating messer’s blue berries
soft fur
scary at night
agile and quick
people eat it but I don’t imagine it being very good
Bambi!

» Posted By val On 08.18.2011 @ 7:58 pm

repeat

The musical phrase repeated. The only way to learn, her teacher said. Like those songs that go on and on, inside your head. The only way to learn music by heart, and perform to perfection the shaping of time.

» Posted By Val On 08.16.2011 @ 8:30 pm

punishment

Spankings, threats, the parent insists in a strained voice, “You have TWO choices. Behave, or sit on the stair.” In a world where there are only two options, isn’t everything a form of punishment?

» Posted By Val On 08.15.2011 @ 6:11 am

level

Your mind often isn’t level. Things can throw your thoughts around, and make you unstable. Often people influence your thoughts, which is also known as peer pressure. Keep your head level and you’ll go far.

» Posted By Val On 08.03.2011 @ 3:17 pm

cast

You’d never allow my love to cast a shadow on your heart; if it’s over it’s been forgotten, hasn’t it?

» Posted By Val On 07.06.2011 @ 2:43 pm

stem

The stem lied barren below the bare branches of the once flourishing plum tree. Winter has plucked the vibrant scarlet petals from its core. The stem softly perished allowing its memories to wither in fresh droplets of snow; such is the beauty of a rose – fleeting in its anticipation to be replanted – much like the months of winter reborn.

» Posted By Val On 07.05.2011 @ 9:30 pm

predict

There are no good predictions. Only God knows what will happen next.

The next second…
The next hour…
The next day…
The next any thing…

God knows. He doesn’t predict. He doesn’t guess. He KNOWS.

» Posted By Val On 06.21.2011 @ 10:23 am

embraced

once
then nothing ever felt like fire again
i motioned and i lept and fell

» Posted By val On 06.13.2011 @ 9:02 pm

corner

corners are corners are corners are corners. blah blah blah..

» Posted By Val On 06.08.2011 @ 4:17 pm

remember

I remembered the day I was on the wooden swing, being gently yet firmly pushed by him. There was a little grunt every time he pushed me higher, nearly into the branches of the tree the swing hung from, but he would insist on continuing to push me. He was fine, he insisted. There was nothing wrong.
Little did I know

» Posted By Val On 05.31.2011 @ 8:58 am

sideburns

trendy boys have them.
“hipsters” they’re called,
i hear.

kinda cute.
in that “hipster” way.

they’re only cute on
already attractive people.
otherwise,
leave them to the professionals.

» Posted By val On 05.29.2011 @ 1:07 pm

despair

sad.
fuck.
depression. i’ve been there.
white walls
cold, salty food.
not like the movies
or TV
shows.

is gross
disturbing

empty.

get a lift.

» Posted By val On 05.28.2011 @ 4:09 pm

canteen

is a green machine.
take it caving.

breathe.

small swarms of tiny spider-cave-bugs.

gulp.
breath.
breathe.

the plastic hits the rocks and dictates how far we’ve
come.

Breathe.

birth canal.
OUT.

» Posted By val On 05.27.2011 @ 9:48 am

school, cooking smell, very dark, but week black tea with lots of sugar. tiny tables, the radio’s playing pop songs.

» Posted By val On 05.27.2011 @ 6:03 am

is something you fill water with.
something carryufing vital liquids
warmth
kindness
need.
necessity.
full
of necessity.
wealth in water.
filling.

full.

what you need is a desert on a long winded day.
comes in all shapes and sizes.
makes me think of granades.

» Posted By val On 05.26.2011 @ 1:30 pm

booth

The booth was small and dark, causing the insecure girl to feel even smaller. Once the pictures were all taken, most looking nearly identical to the one before due to her constant expression and lack of motivation to make any unique, the strip of photos began to eject out the the machine. She glanced to the boy, or perhaps young man, that waited outside for her pictures to come out, as though hoping that he would be satisfied.

» Posted By Val On 05.25.2011 @ 6:19 am

pretzel

I don’t like how dry they are. And bland. Crystals of salt sprinkled over the top does not constitute flavor. Dip the pretzel in cheese, it’s the worst kind of cheese. Marinate it, all you can taste is the sauce.

» Posted By Val On 05.22.2011 @ 12:25 pm

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