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to be honest i never really did like you. you were convenient; easily manipulated, and i was able to put you back on the shelf when i was done with you. you were like a toy, played with and then forgotten, but what i never realized was how much you were going to stick with me.

» Posted By devin On 06.30.2011 @ 10:17 pm


Antlers are horrible decorations. It reminds me of dead rudolphs hanging on the walls. They’re interesting in that they’re all different, and none of them grow the same way. They belong on deer, and not in someone’s home.

» Posted By Devin On 06.25.2011 @ 8:03 pm


there were many failed attempts — it was like pulling a stubborn horse into a raging river, a newborn from its mother’s warm, safe arms — but we finally formed into one solid unit, one person united and loving; together, perhaps for eternity and perhaps not.

» Posted By devin On 06.24.2011 @ 11:41 pm


mr strassburg (civics), mr wilkinson, sometimes boring, interesting, i like movies about it, it starts with an h, the civil war, cuban missile crisis, obama first black president, jfk shot, john wilkes boothe, mussolini, adolf hitler, holocaust, concentration camps, nazis, government, politics, current events, wars, battles, history in the makiing, technology, ipad, ipods, computes, electronics, god evolution, homo sapiens, we originated from africa and then went everywhere else, deer? can’t

» Posted By Devin On 06.23.2011 @ 7:46 pm

history repeats itself, they say, but i don’t see how anyone could recreate the feather-soft touches that you laid across my body, swift and sure and sweet and everything that i had ever wished for.

» Posted By devin On 06.23.2011 @ 12:30 pm


the cells of my body realign for you – bursting and bubbling against my boiling skin, craving the feel of your fingertips against my flesh, waiting for the moment where bare stomachs clap together in rhythm, when i becomes you and you become me.

» Posted By devin On 06.22.2011 @ 9:44 am


The yellow train set off to it’s unknown destination. The conducted waved goodbye to his family, goodbye to his friends. Goodbye to his everyday life. He was setting off. No destination, just going. As the train pulled out of the station a single tear fell down the conductor’s wrinkled face.

» Posted By devin On 06.15.2011 @ 8:30 pm


I was embraced that night. He was tall dark and handsome. Not that I’m in to guys, but I would be lying if he wasn’t attractive. We met out in the club and he told me about his group.

» Posted By devin On 06.13.2011 @ 7:43 pm


The Fall of Rise was a book my brother read when I was younger. I always thought the title was funny, but I suppose that was the intention. Rise reminds me of raise which is the opposite of raze. Al Silverman is an amazing human being. He is the funniest man alive and he loves Bob Dylan.

» Posted By Devin On 06.10.2011 @ 2:14 pm


I painted a picture today. It was a picture of a frog dancing ballet to the sweet flow of jazz music. The thing that was unique about this painting was that I had never painted before. Writing about this painting that doesn’t exist was interesting , considering I only had a minute to write about it.

» Posted By Devin On 06.07.2011 @ 3:33 am


they don’t use chalkboards in schools any more — just the whiteboards, the squeak-squeak of an expo marker pressed into the white cork, leaving green and red streaks across its shining surface, easily swiped away, sometimes leaving behind a faint reminder of the letters and numbers and words that were once there, overlapping each other in a jungle-mass of knowledge.

» Posted By devin On 06.04.2011 @ 7:31 pm

The teacher stood at the chalkboard, her hands shaking just a little. It was her first day in a brand new school and the class was about to walk through that door. She took a deep breath and steadied the piece of chalk.

“Here goes nothing…” She said as she began to write her name in her crisp cursive

» Posted By Devin On 06.04.2011 @ 5:59 pm


the radio buzzed on, droning words that didn’t make much sense. under an opium blanket, the mind really does filter out the unimportant things, focusing instead on the soft touch of a lover – an intimate moment of shared vulnerability, tucking his girl into a warm bed while her eyelids fluttered with doped dreams.

» Posted By Devin On 06.03.2011 @ 8:08 pm


the memories are crusted over like diseased eyes sealed shut; if i try to remember, to dig through the hard dirt – no good for planting, no nourishment – of my mind there is nothing but dust.

» Posted By Devin On 05.30.2011 @ 6:38 pm


he had sideburns. this was the only thing i could think throughout the entire blind date. of all the physical impairments that he COULD have had, it had to be big bushy SIDEBURNS. and they say candlelight brings out a person’s best features; all i could think was that somehow, the flames would cause those god-awful strips of fur to explode on the sides of his face and the smell of singed hair would fill the restaurant and ruin my appetite.

» Posted By Devin On 05.29.2011 @ 9:51 pm


looking at the blank screen, the words vibrating at her fingertips, there is only one emotion that floods her mind, a hungry deluge that washes over everything: despair. the words are drowned, the ideas sopping with the desperation that scrapes at her insides, wishing and hoping only to pour outwards but trapped, contained within a watery grave.

» Posted By Devin On 05.28.2011 @ 9:05 pm


she had mint green toenails – a new favorite nail polish – and underneath the teal of the ocean water, it seemed like a color from another dimension; one of those shiny, ethereal hues that transcended crayola, the aurora borealis, and even the rainbow. unearthly, really. but the most unreal thing about her was the spark in her eyes, the smile that creased their corners, the smell of saltwater in her brown yarn hair…

» Posted By Devin On 05.27.2011 @ 10:05 pm


the canteen smelled like mold now — old and musty; just another thing falling apart. another old war memory that his wife would resent. he was stuck in the jungles; the screaming of bombs slicing through the humid air, steaming rain saturating his singed skin.

» Posted By Devin On 05.26.2011 @ 8:37 pm


and she sat there in her booth, waiting for the next eager customer. a simple kiss, given for a dollar but it meant the world to a few lucky men. waiting for their turn to touch her lips, for just a second to feel utterly sublime, for just a moment. perfection. they don’t tell her, but they would’ve paid far more for something like that.

» Posted By Devin On 05.25.2011 @ 8:44 am


and in that moment, i did not waver. I stood my ground, i looked to you and you looked back. we stood there staring but there was a lack of communication there. I could see it in your eyes. Somehow, slowly all of this dies and eventually, thatll be enough but for now i stand here. unwavering

» Posted By Devin On 05.08.2011 @ 8:01 am


a move my pokemon needs to move rocks
the trait of a gunslinger and a leader
a goal and a characteristic

» Posted By devin On 04.05.2011 @ 2:48 pm


Is such a vague concept when it comes to what you see success as. Success could be something as simple as accomplishing a simple task, or going above and beyond that task and accomplishing something greater than you think you are capable of accomplishing. Success is something I crave, yearn for. In my relationships, job, education, love, social life. Everything.

» Posted By Devin On 04.05.2011 @ 11:11 am


I thought I could have trusted you, you gave me all of this hope, all of these false pretenses. Trust is such a valued word that no body seems to take with the seriousness that comes along with it. I can not believe that so many people don’t think that I trusted. I did. You destroyed that :trust: that we had. It was there, you were responsible I am not faulty in

» Posted By Devin On 03.31.2011 @ 10:17 am


together we are like two shapes, put together to make something new and beautiful — like puzzle pieces, adhering to rules and outlines that were pre-determined; the decision was not ours, to fit together like lock and key, but still we appreciate and love that which has been given to us.

» Posted By Devin On 03.19.2011 @ 8:00 pm


scarves warm necks. mine is red and from a sweet sixteen from 4 years ago. it is the best scarf i have ever owned. they can also be used as shawls. you can wrap yourself and someone else into it.

» Posted By Devin On 03.11.2011 @ 6:32 pm


The man wondered what lie ahead of him in his journey. The streets were desolate and no movement occured. what would he do next? the first step will determine the rest of his life.

» Posted By devin On 03.09.2011 @ 12:20 pm


The wind swept back the blonde hair off the girls perspiring neck. Sitting on the old tree stump, with her black sunglasses on, the breeze was welcomed. A bird chirped in the distance, and the sun began to set. Finally, she was happy.

» Posted By Devin On 03.06.2011 @ 12:31 pm


coffee mug, apples, fruit bowl, still life painting, awkward family dinners, wood, chairs, place-mats, grandmas, cookies, cooking, tortillas, table cloths, wood.

» Posted By devin On 02.25.2011 @ 9:40 pm


Flare guns shoot flares and fires stuff… yea. What about those lights, signaling help and stuff and that we’ve taken over the planet (that was from Star Wars The Old Republic trailer). So yea, flares are cool, but what about donuts? Donuts don’t get their fair share of flares. I think we all deserve a little flair sometimes. Yea.

» Posted By Devin On 02.16.2011 @ 11:33 am


The needle in the haystack. No one could find it except for Tim. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but when he found it, he knew he had stumbled upon something rare. It glowed with the light of a thousand suns, yet only he could see its light.

» Posted By Devin On 02.11.2011 @ 11:16 am

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