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aglow with phosphorescence and laden
with time bombs waiting to fall to hardwood
all i smell these days is pine
» Posted By steph On 12.15.2009 @ 3:37 pm
and it was there, amongst the pine forest, that she discovered her inner strength.
» Posted By Steph On 12.15.2009 @ 12:47 pm
we were breaking up into fragments,
particles of emotion crackling and disappearing into
the sky like dust particles in sun rays
and i realized that
i only ever heard your voice through
a broken transmitter
because you never spoke directly to me.
» Posted By steph On 12.14.2009 @ 5:18 pm
you arrived at the right time
with the right words glowing
and shining at the end of your tongue;
they leapt into the air and leaked into my
ears and through every insecure
of a life i
thought i had all figured out
and punctuated in unfortunate existences
and you proved me wrong
(and now, you’ve proved me right again.)
» Posted By steph On 12.12.2009 @ 9:36 pm
there are lots of letter where they are writing themselves acorss the wall in pretty colors and monsters and the alahet is dancing like a jes face that makes no sense and is just really rasict and likes to kill the other letters because he grew up with the idea that some letters are lbetting then other letters. No one likes this letter, thus forth, being as racist as the original letter. This is the world protrayed through letters and racism, people suck.
» Posted By Steph On 03.03.2010 @ 10:49 pm
The flower sprouted from the dark earth, it’s green stalk growing in strength and size within seconds. Finally, petals of pink fluttered from the centre. A flower was born. Rawr? ;)
» Posted By steph On 03.07.2010 @ 3:01 pm
Drops falling all around, the hair covering her face. She feels…clean. For these drops can and will wash every sin that has ever happened away. Drops are a miracle, a miracle that is often searched for. She has found forgiveness. She is clean.
» Posted By Steph On 02.25.2010 @ 6:31 pm
» Posted By steph On 01.31.2010 @ 8:36 am
It was just a myth
ingrained but lost forever
a myth that i loved you
but only that
and nothing more
because it ended
when i really
» Posted By Steph On 01.25.2010 @ 8:09 pm
a myth isn’t anything real- it’s something that doesn’t follow the rules of legend. it’s nto anything to be worried about, just a myth in itself a myth to rule them all a myth that won’t last a myth that can change the world a myth that isn’t in your head but in your mind, in that small little film in between space and time and brain and mind and head
» Posted By steph On 01.25.2010 @ 4:25 pm
Tofu found unsuspectingly in a salad, white
soft, bland, but pallet able. Again i might eat it well see
» Posted By Steph On 01.23.2010 @ 8:46 pm
I can’t help but think of Haiti and the so few options they have right now. They are suffering so greatly while we are stuck trying to decide what to order from the dollar menu. But we have more options than that. We have the option to help. Let’s use that option to the fullest; let’s help Haiti.
» Posted By Steph On 01.21.2010 @ 2:41 pm
I am not pregnant. For I am but fifteen. However, I know of many people who may be with child by sixteen. But it will not include me.
» Posted By Steph On 10.13.2009 @ 3:56 pm
Flour fell in oblique shapes on the floor. I turned my head so it rested on his shoulder and could see the dusting it made on his cheeks, his eyelashes, the bits caked into his forehead. Some of it was swirling in the air still, like impenetrable snowflakes winding their way down from the past.
» Posted By steph On 10.10.2009 @ 9:06 am
The sprinklers are falling
Where to the ground
Where on my head
Where I spin
Like we were six years old
and like we were cupcakes
wrapped up together
like fireflies in the sky
never dying never ending
like those sprinklers
that fall on our heads
» Posted By steph On 10.08.2009 @ 7:15 pm
good times in elementry school jamin out to mary had a little lamb.
» Posted By steph On 10.06.2009 @ 5:00 pm
i cant keep going on like this
it was hard enough the first time
i don’t know if i can deal with it
i pretty sure if i left today
i could never survive on my own
» Posted By Steph On 10.06.2009 @ 12:25 pm
Chase those little words
Burning random holes
that you grasp around your little finger
you wrapped around your words
set in the oven
to make some sense of it all
words to close upon
and to name
» Posted By steph On 10.04.2009 @ 10:01 pm
The apron is small. It doesn’t fit around my waist, and the strings are so loose, but I pull it on anyways. I remember being five, the strings dangling like small lights in Christmas trees, holding the apron steadily, wanting to wear it, to wield it like an arrow. It has power, dignity. Whoever wears this apron holds the magical powers, the keys to the kingdom. And now I can wear it- it is mine now. And now everything has changed
» Posted By steph On 10.03.2009 @ 11:08 pm
we sit back and wait for it to kick in
for that fress strap to just ‘slip’ off
just like the countless times before
they were all the same
just with different faces
» Posted By Steph On 10.02.2009 @ 9:13 pm
My neck is warm. the sweat beads form but are somehow non-existent. suffocating.
maybe that’s what’s happening to me.
the feeling is so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable, and yet i feel like i’ve spent time with it before.
you are suffocating me.
» Posted By steph On 03.20.2010 @ 11:33 am
Is a game that evil people do. I think of Mike tyson. he bit off some dudes ear.. right?? He was in the Hangover, that’s a great movie. So erm boxing…. boxes are fun to play in. You can do anything with them. make a pyramid, maybe be a race car driver. who knows where your imagination will take you. I have no idea.
» Posted By Steph On 03.31.2010 @ 12:39 pm
sheos are the best mmmhhh shoes
» Posted By steph On 10.28.2009 @ 5:32 pm
Ah, I wanted to be a singer when I was growing up. Who didn’t? I would dance around my room, microphone in hand. Holding a microphone always made me feel like I was a somebody. It seemed like it was the perfect thing for me. Then I grew up, and realized it would always be a fantasy.
» Posted By Steph On 10.27.2009 @ 1:03 pm
someone has the superpower of intuition. Basically, she has gut feelings about things that are always right. Never wrong. It doesn’t seem like a very powerful superpower, but it has made her one of the richest people in the world, though she hides her assests really well. She doesn’t want anyone to know.
» Posted By steph On 10.25.2009 @ 10:15 pm
I picked up the phone, hands shaking. Called 999. The line was dead. The phone fell to the ground. I let out a scream, cold and high-pitched, not my own.
» Posted By Steph On 10.22.2009 @ 10:21 am
Shards of glass lay on the floor, I could see them in little patterns. The sun glinted of their edges, reflecting on my face, imbedding in my palms. I shook the morning out of my eyes, and tried to release the shock rippling through my chest. Turned to the left. My sister was okay. Turn to the right. The mirror is not.
» Posted By steph On 10.18.2009 @ 8:53 pm
Caring for someone. A sign of affection. Loving someone.
» Posted By Steph On 10.17.2009 @ 9:25 pm
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tomatoes are kind of cool. i’ve never actually heard anyone SAY that other pronounciation… y’know the one… to-may-to, to-mah-to… Jackwads… I make a mean pasta too so it’s kind of important to me =]
» Posted By Steph On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am