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face turning to me, like a warming to the sun. your eye teeth wedged high in your gums, bright against your lips. your pupils small, your eyes light and pure. your face stays still while the world flashes by.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.01.2009 @ 7:34 pm
floor of my dorm room, knelt over a trash can you dragged in, vomiting the alcohol out of me, half naked, t shirt just skirting my upper thighs, and your hand is somewhere near my neck, my hair wound in a knot through your fingers.
» Posted By charlotte On 07.30.2009 @ 8:36 pm
i thought i tsaid tilled at first. i didn’t know what that meant. i’m a little confused. tiled. means square right? i’m still confused. there’s an l
. and a d. it says tile as well a d. i hope everyone says things as stupid as i am. otherwise it will be embarassing. don’t you think? yeah i think so. who are these people reading anway? i just heard a noise. am i still supposed to be writing about this word?
» Posted By Charlotte On 07.30.2009 @ 8:33 pm
me in the summer. colleen in the summer. the most debilitating feeling after a long night of love and music.
sometimes people are just lazy in general.
» Posted By charlotte On 07.13.2009 @ 9:05 pm
he didn’t look at the army. the men falling behind him.
he preferred to leave it to someone else to clean…
the mess of a battlefield. he was only in charge of them, after all.
» Posted By charlotte On 04.15.2009 @ 6:52 pm
i hate it when people think of things “in general”. there’s some beauty to the abstract, but “in general” is not the abstract. it’s just a vague version of something people could spend hours thinking about.
» Posted By charlotte On 04.15.2009 @ 6:49 pm
in general… i guess people like to think of things in general but i think of specifics. not in a hectic way, or anything, not frantically, or like i’m paranoid, i just like thinking of what makes something special.
» Posted By charlotte On 04.15.2009 @ 6:47 pm
Put them to the limit and see what they can do.
» Posted By Charlotte On 04.11.2009 @ 7:47 am
my car is going flat. I hate it when that happens. Like stars. They go flat too. Sometimes, like in millions of years at a time. A star will just go flat. Like my car and it’s fucking long-life battery. I hate it when that happens.
» Posted By Charlotte On 04.09.2009 @ 5:11 pm
im so misunderstood sometimes i just wish people would try to understand me instead of ingnoring me.
» Posted By charlotte On 04.09.2009 @ 6:52 am
convertibles are cute and have no rooves. i like them. i hate writing this pressured. i wonder how long that green line gets to take up the full thirty seconds? color change =SCARY! red convertible.
» Posted By charlotte On 11.11.2008 @ 9:49 pm
She stood at the beginning of the pathway, the light hit it with a sparkling array of colour and excitement. This was it. This was the start, the first step to pastures new. Flicking her brown hair behind her ears, she whistled lightly and walked foward.
» Posted By Charlotte On 10.24.2008 @ 10:32 am
the light bulb brightens the room. guides my eyes through the page in front of me.
» Posted By charlotte On 10.17.2008 @ 6:08 am
She planted it in the garden the autumn before, hoping that it would make it through the cold, dead earth. Tiny green spears poking through the frost made her smile – taller, taller they grew, and as they grew, so she smiled more and more frequently.
» Posted By charlotte On 10.16.2008 @ 6:52 am
I want you to stop. Just stop, just stop blaming other people on yourself, stop making people feel bad about themselves, just stop. I want to stop when I’m around you. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I used to. I hate it so much.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.26.2008 @ 2:59 pm
people say theres no such thing as a stupid question. the way the world is this isnt always necessarily true. people are judgemental, but still, poke and prod to ask away. in my mind, its worth it.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.18.2008 @ 2:43 pm
“Stop asking me that,”
“I’ll stop asking when you give me an answer.”
She sat down.
Then she left, and that was the last time he saw her. He didn’t ask again.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.17.2008 @ 3:22 pm
the place where people hang out. live. eat sleep. for me… it’s the villager. a bar. where i don’t eat. try not to think. drink. enjoy.
that’s all i have to say about this.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.14.2008 @ 3:52 pm
“Don’t throw it away,” my mother told me, “You might want it some day.”
I never did want it, and it sat at the back of various cupboards gathering dust and mould for thirteen years before I finally gave in and threw it out.
The next day, I suddenly found a use for it.
» Posted By charlotte On 09.02.2008 @ 8:35 am
There’s nothing like your flight being delayed to put you in the mood for a terrible trip.
As it turned out, the trip wasn’t as terrible as the 24 hours spent trying to sleep on those uncomfortable airport chairs (a failure on everyone’s part), but it was still pretty terrible.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.31.2008 @ 5:10 am
sunshine and flowers, maybe light rain.
what a beautiful day this is.
he loves me, he loves me not.
who cares, with this freedom.
i can lie in the grass surrounded by daisies.
relax and breathe in.
then slowly breathe out.
and savour every moment.
» Posted By charlotte On 06.13.2008 @ 12:50 pm
I took a sip from my glass of whiskey, looked at her. We were sitting in my living room.
“So… that’s your side of the story?” I asked her. Stared at her. She wouldn’t look at me.
“It is…” she replied.
I took another sip, swirled the whiskey in my glass.
“I don’t believe you.” I answered coldly.
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.16.2008 @ 5:30 am
Like whipped cream out of a bowl, it rolls into San Francisco, covering the Golden Gate Bridge like a never ending haze. It lifts and we all see the world again.
» Posted By Charlotte On 06.30.2008 @ 10:17 am
the flag fluttered over the awning of the suburban ranch house. Every time he saw it he used to think of how proud he was of his son for serving the U.S. in Iraq. Now, his only thought was how big the flag would be that covered his son’s casket.
» Posted By Charlotte On 06.21.2008 @ 5:53 am
yoyo pulling my string what else is ther
» Posted By Charlotte On 06.18.2008 @ 7:34 am
it was white and snowing, but there wasn’t enough on the ground to do anything with. So we made mini-snowmen and laughed and played Godzilla. I don’t think i like snow, but powder is OK. Maybe next time we’ll make little fishes or whales, and play like we are the kraken.
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.13.2010 @ 9:32 pm
the figure stood in the hall. loney and afriad. it stood there and watched as life itself flew by. wondering my the firgure ahouls exsist, it walked tward the coffin whom his loved one
» Posted By charlotte On 01.06.2010 @ 10:45 pm
i only remember the day my parents shipped me off to boarding school because my older brother died in a car accident that same day.
» Posted By charlotte On 01.04.2010 @ 10:22 am
the ship was sailing into the ocean. the atlantic to be exact. tiny waves shoved the boat north. persuading it to go on an adventure. sailors gather and prepare for the storm thats about to arise. Ship is sailing.
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.04.2010 @ 7:08 am
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I have a boat but i wish i could describe it as a ship because that sounds very classy. a ship is never a powerboat, it is a sailboat. I can imagine sitting on a ship in the summer on the lake and drinking something fruity in the sun — its beautiful.
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.03.2010 @ 10:30 pm