• What makes a statement a statement?
    Is it the way it’s said? or is it the way it’s stated?
    it is something as simple as punctuation that makes a statement so un-responsible?
    Is it that it ends with a period or […]

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, holder 7 years, 1 month ago

    I am the holder of his hand
    I hold his hand because no one else would
    it gets sweaty when he’s nervous but its the only hand that would hold mine too
    we are two freaks holding hands
    I am the holder of his hand […]

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, temple 7 years, 9 months ago

    My sister got accepted into Temple University
    It’s weird watching the world change around you not realizing you’re changing along with it
    Who’s going to drive me places now?
    Good Luck, sis.

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, gown 7 years, 9 months ago

    I am wearing a gown for the first time
    I don’t like them all too much
    Plus this clashes with my shoes
    I don’t know why I shaved my legs for this gown
    I just want to get out of my drag and smoke a cigar.
    I much prefer my slutty dresses.

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, tires 7 years, 10 months ago

    My room is freezing, I never wanted her to walk foot into my room. I want to just steal a car and just drive away making tire marks on the street and smell the sweet smell of burnt rubber as I drive far away from home.

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, still 7 years, 10 months ago

    I fall stiff as a board on the satin liner. the lid closes on me and the sun will never touch me again. the dirt falls on my coffin like rain and I will be forgotten and still.

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  • I crouch in the corner weeping and shaking
    no one sees me sob all they see is crowds and not people
    when will they see me crouching?

  • CarolineScott commented on the post, trade 8 years ago

    The men walk down the dock with their huge bulky boots clunking over my head
    I hide beneath it as they laugh with foreigners and chew tobacco
    they trade fur for salt and seeds for fabric and laughs for smacks on the backs
    I watch and observe from below this clammy dock observing.