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I clipped the rest of the photo out. The part where there were people smiling, laughing, the fuzzy lights in the background, neon in the dark. I made it a perfect square, shaving off the corners until they were ninety degree angles. Until there was just the center left. The part where you stood with your arms around me.
By cmsiena URL on 09.10.2011
The split ends are becoming ridiculous. I get my hair trimmed, thinking it will help, but all it does it make it shorter, and it promptly proceeds to resplit. So I clip. Clipitclipitclipit… I have special scissors, and everything…
By Kendra on 09.10.2011
The hair pooled on the ground beneath her feet like a golden waterfall. The whirring of the clippers was the sound of liberation. Bald is beautiful, she thought.
By litarvan URL on 09.10.2011
I stood there, feet shifting and my heart thumping. I was about to do something I never have before: Give into per pressure. I had to cut my hair to be col and fit in, so that was what I was going to do.
By o.O on 09.10.2011
the car clipped me
By Abby on 09.10.2011
I saw the crow lying on the payment with its clipped wings. I cried. I cried like a little boy. Like no should ever see me cry. I didn’t care though I was tired. I needed this, like nothing else, I needed this.
By vince URL on 09.10.2011
clip clap, ne znam šta napisati a da je na engleskom… ugl nisam sigurna ni sta znaci clip uslikan?
By Nikolina on 09.10.2011
Clipped, like hair trimmings after a visit to the barber, the bond between is no longer what it once was. We’re shorn, taken apart, in a thoroughly undesirable state. What could have been, is now stopped, cut short, will never grow to lengths that could have been, even would have been? Like hair on the floor of a salon, I sit. Staying put. Still.
By Randy B URL on 09.10.2011
i dint realize they had clipped of the wings of the toy aeroplane i had really saved for a long time to buy during the school holidays. Ohh how painful it was to see the aeroplane without its beautiful wings…. what a waste.
By Onyango R URL on 09.10.2011
The silence was clipped, sliced at the perfect moment. The large figure flew through the trees, consigned to them without proper wings, and as it leaped to take that last climb, the boom reverberated, echoing, and it fell to the bottom of the valley.
By Sophia URL on 09.10.2011
cancelled out my restless speech
clipped my phrases, stopped my breath
made me think that eloquence could roll off my tongue seamlessly
in all the crafted lies you told
By Annie URL on 09.10.2011
it started like it did every night,
She put me in quiet a fright,
it was queit a scary plight,
the difficult of finding a Philippian,
that clipped just right….
By Lord Jim URL on 09.10.2011
She clipped the news article and hung it on her fridge. At least this article was positive. The other five sounded horrible. Like it was her fault.
By 3 berries on 09.10.2011
Clipped like the toesnails of my soil.
I once knew a fellow, (as gross as this may sound) who kept his finger and toenails, in fear of a part of him being gone and stripped away. Sure, they would eventually gather in dust and slowly wither to air, “but at least,” he would say, “they would go in there own time, not because i forced them.” So now as i see my heart being torn away from my body, i realize it was you who clipped its pieces and all this time i should have kept them hidden away in a jar.
By Micaela URL on 09.10.2011
Clipped. They have clipped my wings, preventing me from being who I want to be. I have been forced to be normal. Only true to many that know me. Time. I will have to wait patiently; wait for my wings to re grow. For I can be and do what I wish. But the time it will take, is painful.
By meriselle URL on 09.10.2011
the only thing i can think of is nails,
By lauren on 09.10.2011
i clipped the tree for the limbs fell past the window of my room. i wondered if that could have been the sound i heard last night in the wind.
By cynthia kirk on 09.10.2011
i clipped a bit of my hair off
just to give you the most perfect gift
and you took it and put it in your pocket
but then you washed them shits
and the hair went down the drain
just like my pride
and my heart still hurts a lot
but now it’s all inside
i don’t talk much about what you did
or the way you make me feel
because it’s pointless to express that stuff
when i know how you feel isn’t real
i’ll continue to love where i am
and learn to love myself
and be proud of what i’ve accomplished
even if it’s just me and no one else
i’ve come this far on my own
and i don’t expect help rest the way
except for God, himself
and he’s got my back everyday
By lauren URL on 09.10.2011
She looked hard at the mirror before her, half exhausted and half annoyed. She knew going to a new stylist was a bad idea, but that still didn’t stop as she knew she was saving a bundle.
“They just had to clip down my curls. Now what will I do for my date?”
By brittany URL on 09.10.2011
Teeth clipped my eyes. Fangs clipped my nose. False innocence clipped freedom.
By Lora URL on 09.10.2011
My wings. Without my permission. Fat chance. I will fly, like it or not.
By Jeanie URL on 09.10.2011
i clipped the tree for the limbs fell past the window of my room. i wondered if that could have been the sound i heard last night in the wind. the storm had passed but the gloominess still lingered.
By Cyndi URL on 09.10.2011
I clipped the median at 35 miles per hour. I could have sworn that I had steered just clear of the edge, but I was wrong. As I drove away, I wondered “how much is that going to costs me?” Some days it is better to walk than it is to drive. At least in my world, something always seems to go awry behind the wheel.
By Fender2010 URL on 09.10.2011
How we tend to clip our freadom is our choice. Some like to treat their phones as an appendage while others like to emotionally attach themselves to their social networking sites. Unclip your wings and fly away.
By Good try on 09.10.2011
I didn’t want to be stuck in this, this phase. So I grabbed the scissors and I clipped it all off, I cut my hair so short, I didn’t want to be me anymore, I wanted to be someone else. It had to be better, living as someone else….it had to be.
By Liz on 09.10.2011
Toenails never seem to grow at all. They just stay short for months at a time. Eventually though, they just sprout and get slightly too long every once in a while. Fingernails need to be clipped regularly. They seem to actually grow at a steady rate.
By Derek Straws URL on 09.10.2011
clipped the trees hashish gives me piece.
At least for the time being…
By clif on 09.10.2011
I fell so hard, it was like he ripped out my heart. The one person who made me feel like i was soaring high above the earth had clipped my wings.
By Olive URL on 09.10.2011
He yelled at me to clip my toenails. I must have cut him a thousand times, though the only fault of mine lay in not cutting my nails. I waited a few weeks until I finally took pity on him and clipped them. My fingernails will have to wait another few weeks until he yells at me some more.
By Candace S. URL on 09.10.2011
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