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I scan the room, I scan my brain. Just for anything intelligent tot say. Its been a stagnant time for thinking. The thoughts don’t flow as smooth, the wit, the process, its slower. Its the lack of stimulation. Repetitiveness.. its time to change. To make different.
» Posted By Anya On 01.21.2019 @ 7:31 pm
I have yet to see the mountains, the the sweetness of the sea, the coldest of the icebergs, the falling autumn leaves. There are four walls that I see. And its just so hard to believe, that there is another world, laying just beneath.
» Posted By Anya On 12.02.2018 @ 8:55 am
The altitude was high. the breath short. The clouds passed above our heads. We smiled at each other… this was paradise.
» Posted By Anya On 12.19.2017 @ 10:00 am
a field. of course. there couldn’t be anything else. they’re so pure and white. but that’s racist, right? we can’t just equate white with pure when everything black is bad. blackguard. black cats. darkness.
» Posted By Anya On 08.17.2017 @ 5:37 pm
Theres always just a bunch. Bunch of shit. Bunch of problems. Bunch of issues. If you want to look at it that way…
Because theres also a bunch of love. A bunch of light. A bunch of happiness… everywhere around you. Just depends on the eyes your looking through.
» Posted By Anya On 01.20.2016 @ 11:41 am
Conditions. They are rules set by someone or something. They are restrictions to what one can do. Every action by have a condition, and can prevent one from doing the action. Conditions are like secret setbacks one has to live by.
» Posted By Anya On 05.30.2015 @ 6:43 am
The fish swam happily through the water. All was calm and tranquil. Suddenly a hook popped up infront of it.
“Sweet, food.” The fish thought (if it could think at all.) the fish swam up to it and grabbed it in its mouth. Sharp pain flooded through the dishes mouth. It tried to swim away but it couldn’t. The fish was yanked harshly upwards.
» Posted By Anya On 10.26.2014 @ 10:40 pm
He didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated him. He was good to me, but I was distracted. But then again, I didn’t deserve to be cheated on, and now I’m fucked up for life. None of us deserve any of this, and it’s pretty sad. Why did this happen? I wish I could take back my actions, and his actions.
» Posted By Anya On 08.10.2014 @ 8:10 pm
Sometimes there are silver linings in life. We expect certain things to go a certain way but they don’t always. But occasionally something good will come out of that, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. It’s important that we always see the bright side, because what kind of life would we be living if we never saw the silver linings?
» Posted By Anya On 08.08.2014 @ 8:50 pm
The life of a fisherman is a hard one, sitting on my small boat as I paddle out into the middle of the lake, waiting for hours just for one fish. A fish that sometimes is not a fish. A fisherman’s temper and patience needs to be in check, a fisherman cannot explode when losing a fish as it will sc
» Posted By Anya On 07.06.2014 @ 6:55 am
And it was that one moment in time that it all came together. The realization of what it really was…. what it meant. I had witnessed it long ago, a feeling i had felt before. But now the memories swoop through me and leave me bent. I never knew i could love again.
» Posted By Anya On 03.06.2014 @ 7:27 am
Bullets whizzed. The girl sat in the corner. Hunched, balled into herself, concieling her thoughts from the mass of noise and blood. There was blood on her hands.
Her blood? His blood? The blood of the man with the gun who’d been shot so mercilessly.
» Posted By Anya On 12.29.2013 @ 7:20 pm
It was the toaster that brought me back to that night. The same one that killed him 3 years ago. I couldn’t get rid of it. It was the killer, the only thing I had left of him. The flashback, the way his body just limped there, the grey steel of the toaster reflecting in the light of the bathtub.
» Posted By Anya On 11.14.2013 @ 11:44 am
I rewrite these passages over and over, trying to find the right thing to say. But what if theres nothing left i can say? What if we reached the epitome of our love? The end. Could it be? I sit here and think the world away. It is only you who makes me feel this way.
» Posted By Anya On 10.09.2013 @ 6:03 pm
He crept into the rose garden, his heavy black bag bumping against his thigh. The fence, high black and cold, was now behind him.
» Posted By Anya On 07.19.2013 @ 8:01 am
The casino was extremely noisy. Joe did not feel at all at home there, and shuffled awkwardly to a wall, trying to ignore the cheers and yells and denying any drinks offered to him.
» Posted By Anya On 07.15.2013 @ 2:03 pm
The time rift opened up, millions of floating white creatures spilling from it. Ghosts of another world, Meg thought, strangely calm despite what was happening. The creatures, the spirits, were making a terrible, mangled sound.
» Posted By Anya On 07.13.2013 @ 10:01 pm
I felt submerged in my fears and desires. There was no escape. I ran and hid, and yet there they were, daunting at me. Laughing at me, at my inability to overcome.
» Posted By Anya On 07.12.2013 @ 7:20 pm
He watched as the powder dissolved into the water, and waited for the bubbles to dissapate so he could finally get rid of this headache. Sally had been on him all week, and he was reaching his end point.
» Posted By Anya On 05.01.2013 @ 8:09 pm
what does ensure mean? I dont really know , i cant ensure i wont hurt you or help you i just what to feel safe dont you? well then leave because i can, ensure you im not safe…
» Posted By Anya On 04.30.2013 @ 7:28 pm
She hated waking up at 4 in the morning to harvest the wheat. She hated having to wear overalls and her hair up in a ponytail. She hated living on the farm with her uncle and her cousins. She just wanted to go home.
» Posted By Anya On 03.29.2013 @ 6:27 pm
I was tired.
My heart was racing. I was too exhausted to even think. I could feel my pulse beating against my neck, and the sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. I couldn’t think of anything else put the searing pain in my stomach.
» Posted By Anya On 02.16.2013 @ 12:20 pm
the world didnt end in december 2012 as the Mayans predicted and i am very relived about that because i am only young and dying in 2012 would mean that i would have spent my whole life (bar 3 years of being an infant) in education. that would be a waste of life.
» Posted By Anya On 01.13.2013 @ 3:40 pm
The sky is falling on the outer regions of Kentucky.
They yelled all kinds of violence and insanity.
They have to take themselves away,
before it hits.
» Posted By anya On 11.09.2012 @ 7:18 am
Society has dictated the way the majority of people live their lives. They set certain rules and boundaries for themselves and others that make their true self become incognito, and eventually disappear. Imagine if these “trends” and “courteous manners” never influenced you, never directed your way of being. How would you really be?
» Posted By Anya On 02.12.2013 @ 2:28 pm
I combine the words with my painted fingers and my mind. They seep out of me and into the keyboard, they form themselves into organized squiggles from the dark mass that pools in my mind.
» Posted By anya On 10.02.2012 @ 12:03 pm
We are like fire and ice. Not that cheesy way, not simply opposites. When combined, we become death, we are the end. We are nothing, can you imagine that? We become the absence of light, the absence of dark.
» Posted By anya On 10.02.2012 @ 12:00 pm
What does it matter? But now I know, it does. This effects my country, the place I live in. What have we given to this country? We payed taxes, we donated, we live just like every other citizen. But we can’t vote. We can’t vote for what we think is right, we have to say in our future. I’ve lived here my whole life, what else can you ask of me?
» Posted By anya On 10.01.2012 @ 11:05 am
man army marching towards a castle in the rain, hopeless, but forced to continue, thinking of home and warmth and fires but stuck in the cold, rainy muddy marshes of the south.
When will this war end, the line running through everyones minds, every second of every day.
When will this war end?
» Posted By anya On 09.29.2012 @ 10:15 am
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He was in the side street, overlooking a painting when I saw him years later. He look good. Age had done him wonders. He was a grown man now, I imagined a ring encrusting its place on his finger. Longingly I looked at him and saw the young boy I had first fallen in love with. Bringing back those bitter sweet memories of the man I loved and lost.
» Posted By Anya On 08.24.2012 @ 5:54 pm