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Once I was good at parallel parking. Everyone else sucked at it. Something so little like that made me feel special.

It was bullshit. Nobody cares if you can parallel park.

» Posted By :) On 09.18.2016 @ 12:49 pm


to a certain point

» Posted By :) On 05.27.2015 @ 3:07 am


“Get up, you useless sack!” the landlord screamed at my daughter. All i could do was watch. What else could I do? She stumbled hesitantly to the door, she knew she couldn’t make it. He smirked and grabbed her ankles, dragging her back to his malicious presence, he unzipped her pants. We have nowhere else to go, I feel a scorching tear tumble down my cheek, not an unfamiliar feeling. I see him have his way with her, this may be my chance. Do I go and save myself or do we both die in here? If i go, i could help her. Or, she could die in here and i wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I took a step towards the door and then bolted through it; during the rush, I caught his eye, it gleamed with a familiar greed, one that I have known my whole life. My father was kind enough to rent his house out to us, this is the price we are having to pay. I am done paying.

» Posted By :) On 01.05.2015 @ 4:40 pm


I was at level 1 of the new arcade game in our local arcade. Suddenly, the arcade machine started emitting insanely bright lights. In all the confusion, I had found that I was sucked into the game. I picked up a nearby sword and went off.

» Posted By :) On 04.14.2014 @ 4:57 pm


Life was beautiful when you were three.

» Posted By :) On 02.15.2014 @ 7:31 pm


Her hands were withered, frail and often shaking. They hurt, but she didn’t like to complain. No, she took pride in being the strongest, even now, even here. Her eyes, which were once a bright blue, seemed to be fading, but her spirit was not.

» Posted By :) On 03.10.2013 @ 4:50 pm


a stunt.
People talk about a snowball effect. But what they don’t know is that they know less than they think.
Because a stunt, a simple stunt, is perhaps more effective than anyone would have thought.
You can easily distinguish those type of men (or women – let’s not be sexist here) down on the street. Walking — or more rather, driving or roaring down the street in an out-spoken attitude, ripped jeans and a teared jacket thinking they look cool, one of those kind of teenagers always up for the next prank. Bandages running to and fro from every available surface, perhaps.
Or maybe a stunt person just doesn’t HAVE to have tattoos or be real sassy. It could really just be a stupid boy. Everybody can be stupid. The valedictorians, the honor department. Everybody.
In that case, I’d be the stuntiest stunt person ever, because nobody would be stupid to write THAT.

» Posted By :) On 05.26.2012 @ 4:48 pm


She had a celestial look about her – pale skin, and starlight eyes. Her light hair seemed to shimmer and float about her thin frame. Looking at her was like staring into the sun. She was pure; she was hallowed.

» Posted By :) On 04.30.2012 @ 1:42 pm


The butterfly was beautiful. The colours glistened as it flew by the flowers.

» Posted By :) On 02.09.2012 @ 5:11 am


The first night we met, you smiled at me and took my number. I fell for you that night. Never met anyone that could make me feel so safe. After that fall, I knew you were going to be that special person we all wish to meet. I was 17, you stole my heart. You left me and things started to fall apart. You came back and we grew in our summer under the palm trees, dancing and living in a world that was all our own. You kept my heart.
Now you have left again.You say such sweet things and make me think we will get back together, am I believing in a silly dream that everyone lives happily ever after? Am I foolish to think that we will ever be together, you my husband and I your wife? I am young and naive yes. But I’m also am wiser than I think I am, sure of how I feel about you and am determined.
How can love do this to me? Slash all logic. Cut all sense of right and wrong. I am lost and you are not here. Someone tell me I’m not crazy. Someone tell me that it’ll all work out.

» Posted By :) On 10.31.2011 @ 1:53 am


Lie awake with your headphones on. You don’t care, you don’t care. You just need the music to drown out the noise, the cacophony of city noise. Be still, be quiet. Sleep, and leave reality. When you wake up, you can face the music.

Or not.

» Posted By :) On 10.28.2011 @ 4:16 am

Dark blue, ripples aren’t there.
Darkness covers the sky, the light only revealed by the glow of the silent moon.
Your hair is curly and dark, your eyes are deep and speak, your smile catches me off balance. I am still here in your embrace.
Thinking how did we get here, get so lucky. As you grasp onto my arms gently I can only appreciate how I long to be here with you.
We are still, we do not speak, but we are not silent.

Two months later and you’re gone. I am still, I do not speak, I am silent.

» Posted By :) On 10.28.2011 @ 12:39 am

self expression? wrapped up in a fancy word.
im liking self expression better… the way you are.. why you are that way… live it… do it… create.
confusion and then i look at the piece of paper and it all spills out.
releasing it, is much better then keeping everything locked up inside.

you’ll like it.

» Posted By :) On 10.26.2011 @ 9:25 pm


The shepherd collects the sheep, says grace and thanks for everything he’s done. Living a wonderful life of bliss and ignorance. Never questioning, only doing.
The shepherd lives under the sun, yet the light has never shown on him.
What is better?
To live the simple but ignorant life of the shepherd?
Or the aware but doubtful and at time miserable life for the questions they ask?

I cannot decide.
Lost, the shepherd does not save me.

» Posted By :) On 10.25.2011 @ 6:01 pm


I look at the room, bright shining lights cause my eyes to squint. Flicker and become lost.
My heart is pounding. Raising. Faster, Faster. FASTER.
I can’t stop it.
My ears hurt, and pain floods my system.
I’m gonna die I think.

» Posted By :) On 10.24.2011 @ 2:35 pm


I am awakened to my room mate talking.
Why does she do this?
So much rubbish spills out of her mouth, whining and blubbering.
She does not silence herself.
Mouth will keep running.
Please just put a sock in it.
You make me want to scream.
Is this a phase of me disliking you or will it continue for the next 8 months I am forced to room with you.
Room mates are the disease of the world, the disease!
Someone save me, I may leave my room and go to the nearest public room just to escape her non stop voice.

» Posted By :) On 10.23.2011 @ 11:52 pm


Pressed for time, how silly that this was just on my mind.
We start off so curious, endless options and opportunities.
Some get lazy, others are in unfortunate situations, others will waste it away on facebook and twitter.
Who are we to waste our time, our society is enraged at the thought of getting older when there are those that weren’t blessed to reach old age.
So.. wander, question and don’t accept anything unless it feels right to you.
Pressed for time, then use it. no squandering of time allowed, please.

» Posted By :) On 09.25.2011 @ 9:34 pm


You are in a distant land, oceans and waves between.
Experiencing the new and the unplanned, crouching beneath the pier and washing your hands after a hard night drinking with your friends.
Never occurring to you where I am in life, you don’t plan, plan, plan or look back, back, back because all you do is live, live, live… always in the present never in the future or the past.
However lovely this may seem, you are selfish don’t you see.
Maybe this worked when you were young,
but don’t you see that were in love.
Look into my tearing eyes, cracking voice and anxious heart.
You are a fool.
Falling in love with you, how much more can I bare?

» Posted By :) On 09.21.2011 @ 2:07 am


you are gone. buried me beneath the soil and left me for the dogs to have their way.
Maybe you once fooled me into celebrating life but that was too long ago.
I hate what you’ve done, you runaway so not even my words of rage can reach you.
I will grow, grow, grow.
You will fall, fall, fall.

» Posted By :) On 09.19.2011 @ 11:42 pm


It was that moment. The moment when everything was a blur, all of his emotions rampagaing and rioting in his heart. In the spotlight, with the burning heat of the stage lights and makeup bleeding on their faces. It was their chance.

» Posted By :) On 08.28.2011 @ 8:58 pm


Will predicting ever end? I predict not.
Once a prediction comes true, is it still a prediction?
I predict that answers can’t be answered.
Then what is the use of predictions or the comfort of one?
For we should at least try to feel the moment,
But what of those who can only live in the future?

» Posted By :) On 06.21.2011 @ 12:43 am


I wondered today if it is a coincedence that GRAPE and GREAT share 4/5 of their letters.

Of course this was after I stepped on one, after I wondered how it got there, after I checked the fridge, and after I complained that noone told me about the great grapes. :)

» Posted By :) On 03.09.2011 @ 10:48 pm


basic. simple. basically nothing that life is right now. calculus? not basic. choosing a school? not basic. i just want to get get back to basics for a little bit…basically.

» Posted By :) On 03.01.2011 @ 7:31 pm


tangled, in a mess that couldn’t be repaired. the knots and strands entrapped and binded together their apparent love. but she was lying. she couldn’t tell the truth or look at him in the same way. he was free and loose, but she was dead in the water.

» Posted By :) On 02.18.2011 @ 11:08 am


He looked down at the bottle with a timid gaze, hazel flickering against the crackling fire he had started a few minutes ago. Should he? That was the question he had been asking himself for nearly a year. It had eaten at his very being until he couldn’t take it anymore, and this is how he got to this very moment, holding this little orange prescription bottle in scarred up hands.

» Posted By :) On 02.06.2011 @ 9:54 pm


The wrench crooked around the screw, and I wondered if it’d pull because they were both sturdy, metal things, and I thought people thought too much about dreams and wondering if simple things would work, but generally, they did, so I couldn’t fix that. I thought of dreams as the wrench twisted and pulled the thing, and I closed my eyes as

» Posted By :) On 02.03.2011 @ 4:03 pm


edition needs to have a creation. creation needs an inspiration. and inspiration,it needs miracle.

» Posted By :) On 01.16.2011 @ 10:14 am


wake up,and see what is around you! how happy you are to be alive,breathing,sensing and loving.

» Posted By :) On 01.12.2011 @ 2:38 pm


so a bee crawls up your collar bone and your neck and trys to crawl onto your face and then you freak out and you crush it but it stings you right on your jaw bone you brother tells you rub a penny on a bee sting and it wont swell or hurt. it works

» Posted By :) On 11.30.2010 @ 7:03 am


they just gave me the word common and now here it is again. common. comfort. safety and usual. sometimes inspiring, but only when you take the time to look at it and realize that it’s actually simply beautiful.

common.. sometimes not being ambitious or believing in yourself to take that step and be extraordinary. I want to be extraordinary one day.

» Posted By :) On 07.02.2010 @ 4:06 pm

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