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fumes

thats my opinion

» Posted By aly On 08.24.2015 @ 12:51 pm

i think of a smoke because people tend too blow smoke fumes in my face

» Posted By aly On 08.24.2015 @ 12:50 pm

conviction

ready conviction, freedom from conflcits

» Posted By Aly On 09.28.2014 @ 1:25 pm

brave

She thought she was being stupid. As soon as he pushed her on the floor, she stood up without even thinking of what she was going to do next. Her fist tightened and her lips curled into a smile.She was going to get revenge…. somehow. She was definitely going to stand up for herself. She was brave. She has always been brave.

» Posted By Aly On 08.16.2014 @ 11:34 pm

unknown

the unknow is simply what we are scared of. not only is it just what we don’t know but it’s also what we don’t want to know. we are creatures of habit and we don’t want anything interrupting that. we like the ordinary, even if we say we don’t.

» Posted By Aly On 05.20.2014 @ 8:23 am

trooper

She’s a trooper, they say, a soldier, she’ll make it through this. Somehow, deep inside, she doubts that – doubts herself. Her hands tremble and shake, clenching tightly around the gun she doesn’t have the guts to shoot

» Posted By Aly On 01.12.2014 @ 4:10 pm

creativity

“Creativity?” she sighed. “We get marked based on our creativity?” She sighed again. She’d just gone on a 20km bike ride, then studied for her Physics finals, then cooked dinner for six of her friends. And now her teacher wanted to mark their English assignment based on – not good writing or proper structure – but… Creativity?

At that moment, she had about as much creativity in her as an ordinary slice of wholegrain, thick-sliced piece of toast.

» Posted By Aly On 11.17.2013 @ 1:28 am

decoy

A decoy is something used to distract someone from the real problem or whatever it is. Mostly someone or something that easily draws attention to it. Like a big noisy smelly bomb to distract from a thief.

» Posted By Aly On 06.27.2013 @ 12:49 pm

pixels

The world shattered into a myriad of pixels, covering my mind in preverbal ash. I fell and scream and cried, but no one heard. Because sometimes the world can’t hear what isn’t there.

» Posted By Aly On 06.15.2013 @ 6:30 am

geometric

i’m made of circles
and you’re made of squares
or so society says

princesses are spheres
and han solo’s a triangle
or so fiction dictates

and a star lives in the sky
or the sea
depending on who you ask

and we’re all being forced into molds
that don’t fit

» Posted By Aly On 04.14.2013 @ 10:19 pm

claims

She claims to be hipster, the girl with the red heart shaped sunglasses sitting outside of starbucks right now. She claims to hate her life, and she claims to be an artist. she claims to be different but in reality she lives a nice life probably with her parents in the suburbs of the a good town. just saying.

» Posted By Aly On 02.06.2013 @ 12:10 pm

think

Think
Think about where you have been in life
Think about where you are in life
Think about where you want to be in life, what you want to do, what you want to accomplish. Think about the future and where it could take you, what you could possibly become.

The thoughts are endless.
Think
Think Hard.

» Posted By Aly On 02.05.2013 @ 6:50 pm

experience

life
now
today
things that change your life, make you feel good or worst
life experience!!
changing
nice, or bad, hadone today
daily, occurs and haves a great impact n your life

» Posted By aly On 01.05.2013 @ 9:58 pm

barrel

Her gaze fell on a huge brown barrel, sealed shut. She raised a curious eyebrow.

“Maybe…” she mumbled, taking cautious steps towards the container. “Just maybe…”

She delicately placed one of her manicured hands on top and ghosted the surface. “…he might be here.”

» Posted By Aly On 01.01.2013 @ 9:38 pm

fire

It glows is bright and warm it makes me think of warmth and camping and my old house with a wood stove I like it I can light my hand onfire it looks really Coll it burns you when you’re not carful

» Posted By aly On 12.25.2012 @ 9:51 pm

sate

I they could read my mind, they’d still never be sated, because my thoughts are convoluted.
Maybe I’m just complicated.

» Posted By aly On 12.20.2012 @ 3:59 am

I had never been truly sated.
Never appeased.
Always hungry for more.
Always wanting.
And then I woke up at 11:28, the day before the end of the world.
Even though I know the world isn’t really going to end.
I know the apocalypse is not upon us.
I needed the threat, and a Killers song, and an episode of How I met Your Mother to end my cycle of pain.
I’m through with depression.
Hello love.

» Posted By aly On 12.19.2012 @ 8:37 pm

game

Games should be for little kids on the playground.
For boys and girls in bright colored coats.
They can run and jump and play.
Lose or win.
Regardless
they go home to mom and dad
they go
home
where do we go?
when we have lost our games
lost other things
in other places
to other people
along the way
and why
at 17
am i still playing a game?

» Posted By aly On 12.18.2012 @ 1:22 pm

“Its not a game!”, I screamed at the top of lungs.
But no one was listening, and my lungs had been traversed to such a height so many times before that the shock my heart felt simply sunk like a stone and hit me in the chest along with the rest of your betrayal. Yes, heartache is a heavy hell we must walk through, and with such souls.

» Posted By aly On 12.18.2012 @ 1:12 pm

five

Five was the number of seconds it took me to fall in love with you
one for the freckles that smiled at me from your nose
two for your eyes
three for that laugh, that goddamn gorgeous laugh so sharp it could kill a girl
four for your smile, your smile that haunts me to this day
and five for you, with all your flaws, misconceptions, and faults

» Posted By aly On 12.17.2012 @ 7:01 pm

living

Living is so much harder than I thought it would be. It’s much harsher than the movies, when you meet the right people at the right time, and even if it’s the wrong time, you figure it out anyway and it all works out alright in the end. Living isn’t like that. Living is messy. Living is dropping your favorite earring down the drain. Getting your heart broken. And getting up off the ground and moving on. That’s living.

» Posted By aly On 12.15.2012 @ 10:54 am

under

monster under the bed doll trying to steal souls store little girl under the wooden planks dust bunnies bins of garbage recycle under the bed pillows quilt blanket house scary pictures eerie old fashioned comfortable bed lace place setting lamp

» Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 8:02 pm

local

fast food doctors office cold lettuce get together awkward styrofoam cups biting them dry water cold floor dusty air hitting gross floor dust under fingernails asian lady doctor with cute clothes doing needles arm hurts

» Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 11:06 am

fast food doctors office needles asian lady with cute clothes cold office lettuce low cliffs water dry water styrofoam cup biting holes into it cold get together hard floor awkward

» Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 10:48 am

square

There was a square on her front lawn. A blue, perfect square sitting right on the grass, like a lost lesson from 8th grade geometry. It was just staring at her. Emily, she thought to herself, what is this gorgeous piece of mathematical perfection doing on my lawn?

» Posted By aly On 11.23.2012 @ 7:07 pm

somebody

somebody that I used to know. you hurt me so much. that’s why you’re only a stranger to me now, leaving behind your dust of nasty memories. I would say I regret it, but I’ve grown from you. I’ve become stronger for the next somebody.

» Posted By aly On 11.12.2012 @ 2:02 pm

presence

His presence unnerved her. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t understand it, but the feeling of his hot breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

» Posted By Aly On 11.01.2012 @ 10:48 am

civilize

well, the definition of “civilize” is different for every culture. I’d like to think that I’m a civilized person. Well, except for when I eat. While eating all bets are off and no one is allowed to judge me on whatever may be dribbling down my chin.

» Posted By Aly On 10.16.2012 @ 5:28 pm

help

Sometimes, the hand in the distance seems to be covered in spikes. Sometimes, it’s scary to reach out into the unknown.

But not really. Sometimes, it’s just too hard to grab another hand, and risk pulling them down with you. That’s what it means to be alone.

» Posted By Aly On 09.26.2012 @ 5:47 pm

asthma

Pompeii ash
Clogs my lungs
Fills them with seawater
Hacking up nothing
Asthma of the mind

» Posted By Aly On 09.13.2012 @ 2:54 pm

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