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While in-route to the west, I think I’ll feel an enormous sense of relief. It’s not everyday you get to press the reset button, but that will be my day…when I move to Colorado. Yay me!
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.01.2011 @ 11:46 am
Mythology is an amazing thing, simply fantastic, oh the things you can write about, Mythology, Greek, Japanese, Spanish, it is amazing, fantastic, Man I love Mythology, Mostly Greek Mythology.
» Posted By Charlotte On 12.26.2010 @ 2:47 pm
this was all wrong. it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. dalia was supposed to come in through the door, see the cake, jump in shock when everyone surprised her and screamed “happy birthday.” she wasn’t supposed to trip on the corner of the rug. she wasn’t supposed to hit her head on the corner of the table. the sirens weren’t supposed to screech down the street and the rug wasn’t supposed to be that color red.
» Posted By Charlotte On 12.15.2010 @ 3:43 pm
She ran hurriedly from one room to the other with her toddler attached to her hip. He was whimpering and repeating “jews…jews…” urgently. Finally, she understood…Juice.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.24.2010 @ 2:36 pm
She stood motionless beside the railroad. A suitcase in one hand and a battered traveling hat in the other. She blew out a deep breath, the warmth of it mixing with the frigid air. Snow began to fall silently, tickling her nose as she waited for the train. Her departure was eminent, and she was ready.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.23.2010 @ 2:10 pm
Friends can be flakes. Not the good kind either. Not the snowy kind that tickles your nose as you hide your face in a scarf on Christmas Eve. Or the kind that warms your mouth as you bite into a pastry. No, the bad kind. The kind that leave you alone when you need them most. Most of the time though, friends are better than biscuits or snow.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.22.2010 @ 8:15 pm
don’t worry, be happy now
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.07.2010 @ 8:21 am
Weeks had gone by since I saw you last. It seemed like days, as my time left on earth seems to speed up the closer I get to the end.
» Posted By Charlotte On 10.24.2010 @ 6:01 pm
watch the moon with the man watching me over the hill and into the trees for the harvest is soon to be here.
» Posted By charlotte On 09.22.2010 @ 11:38 pm
i sat in the loft. a cold damp night. alone as usual. i could smell the fire back-drafting into the living room but chose not to tend to it. it was a numb night. a projecting night. all i wanted was to breathe deep and fly high. to find him.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.30.2010 @ 10:48 am
The feeling of happiness that ebbs and flows over the washed up shore of life. Sometimes the tides out and hopelessness will play a greater part. But the times when there are tsunamis of joy are the times when you have to rig up your sail and ride the wave.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.27.2010 @ 4:18 am
angels have fallen which then they become devils. Devils tempt so therefore temptation has to be bad, but why is it that temptation leads to things that are so good? Shouldn’t temptation be good then?
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.18.2010 @ 6:20 pm
things that never existed with you.
what i try for.
how it worked for us, i don’t know.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.12.2010 @ 10:48 pm
She absorbed all of it- all of the hate, all of the sadness. She simply watched and drew it all in. It became too much pain one day.
She stopped taking things in- all things.
She stopped breathing.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.11.2010 @ 10:19 pm
Everything is what you made it out to be. Everything is opinionated, everything is your choice. One day you’ll be gone from the face of this earth, and you think what? What did I do? Did I make it? And for all we know, maybe you didn’t, but at least you can say you cared.
» Posted By charlotte On 07.29.2010 @ 7:23 am
The girl was standing at the roadside – limp blonde plaits, filled eyes, pouted lip and soaked stockings. Her gingham was patched and stained by the swirling dust as she knelt by the puddle soaking silently into the sandy path, her tin pail lying balefully nearby – twas the milk maid crying over spilt milk
» Posted By charlotte On 07.28.2010 @ 6:43 am
The maid was pale, wearing a faded sprigged apron and a tight grey bun. Her hand quivered on the door handle. She looked as if she had never seen the autumn. Her face was drawn as she saw me at the door, and she said quietly “The master isn’t home.” I peered into the house and it seemed she was right. I thanked her and left, the lonely maid who shut the door with a muffled “click”.
» Posted By charlotte On 07.28.2010 @ 6:25 am
The waves beat around me, sucking me in, deeper, deeper. I float, is it floating though? Is it really floating or am I just sinking farther into the abyss above, but not below me now?
» Posted By charlotte On 06.24.2010 @ 8:17 pm
sand-swipe crab claws attack my salty toes, wave breaks.
» Posted By charlotte On 06.23.2010 @ 9:38 pm
sand scrub rash-like irritation you bring,
but saltwater taffy-sweet love in addition.
you are the moon and tide.
» Posted By Charlotte On 06.23.2010 @ 9:20 pm
White. Pure white. The whitest white you can possibly imagine. Also chemicals. Chemicals that can destroy the environment, harm your skin, harm your health. It’s getting rid of something, actually almost everything.
» Posted By Charlotte On 06.22.2010 @ 5:45 am
I was walking thru the forest and I came across this pillar. It didn’t seem to be in place, and yet had oviously been there for hundreds of years. It was about 20 feet tall in a dark marble, etchings of wiccan gods and goddeses dorn it. trees were surrounding them. the vines and wildlife had begun to climb over it over the years. It had an aura of wonderment. It seemed to shine in the glinting sun that broke thru the surounding trees that towered over all around, the top half of it lay on the ground twenty feet away, covered by years of growth it was barely regognizable.
» Posted By charlotte On 05.26.2010 @ 10:00 pm
it’s long and thing and never ends, you think you find the end but in continues until you hang yourself from the end of it, hang me now, string my laces, suck the laces of my converses, there’s no string in my mind, only edging threads, if you see my string in the air, kill me
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.26.2010 @ 9:47 am
Get away to somewhere new; take a trip on a hot air ballon and see the world from a different viewpoint. Float, fly, be free. No one knows where the wind will blow you, but the balloon follows the path.
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.19.2010 @ 6:01 pm
My children used to play with blocks. Anna was the builder, Jon the destroyer. She called him Hurricane Jon and was not fond of the weather. Whe he got older, he got better at playing “make” as they used to call it, rather than just delighting in the destruction.
I miss the days of making breakfast to such art.
» Posted By Charlotte On 04.27.2010 @ 8:02 am
blocking my mind road blocks to jump over and jump to the next building roof don’t crash into the wall blocks can be used to build, not well, block
» Posted By charlotte On 04.26.2010 @ 11:26 pm
castaway. stranded on a beach in the middle of nowhere. no food, no water, little chance of survival. and no way of escape. you just have to stick it out and hope someone finds you.
» Posted By charlotte On 04.19.2010 @ 1:51 pm
the potatoe farm was in dought this year. the people were starving as the government did nothing for them. outrage spilled out with the tears of teh dying mothers and childern. outrage. passion for a new life emergered within society. The end
» Posted By Charlotte On 04.16.2010 @ 1:07 pm
The smell of dusty, musky living things pervades my senses until all I can think about is living, growing, proliferation. Trees in the dusk are haunting, and their personalities come out in the limited light. It is the time between night and day.
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.09.2009 @ 9:26 pm
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i dropped a vase
i burst into flames
» Posted By charlotte On 05.07.2009 @ 6:59 pm