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His eyes ran deep
like a river
like a store, so plentiful
so busy
to distribute the love that he
had once had.

And his eyes,
like the store
the store
the store
the store.

It was so busy
He… was so busy
Each woman
each soul
to look upon him.

They died.

Inside of them.

» Posted By Awood On 06.26.2012 @ 4:12 pm


Sometimes I bathe in soup, and it absorbs into my body, and I become the soup.

» Posted By Awood On 06.25.2012 @ 6:14 pm


We plant it
like small little seeds
into the ground

watch it flower
grow taller
inch by inch
centimeter by centimeter

It grows
so tall
From one small seed-
look how life per vales

Life is like a seed
it can go so many directions
and we do not know unless we plant it

And like a flower,
we will
and die.

That is life

» Posted By Awood On 06.24.2012 @ 7:40 pm


She looked at the picture in front of her, dwelling on everything from the past. Everything seemed so distant, yet so close to her, like she could grasp it all. She longed for the time everything was better, a rush of nostalgia cursing her. She wanted to be with him again, but she knew she fucked up… she knew she messed up everything. She put the picture down. She knew what she had to do next. Taking her lighter, she burned the paper, saying goodbye to the life she used to have…

» Posted By Awood On 06.23.2012 @ 8:37 pm

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