Comments Posted By Blanche
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Emotions escape before they form into words. I stare as they fall through my fingers.
» Posted By Blanche On 07.08.2014 @ 9:06 am
you’re finally at the end of the maze. this is all there is.
» Posted By blanche On 06.17.2014 @ 12:55 am
It’s something you feel when you don’t find yourself anywhere familiar. It’s a place you know but don’t love, a place that you dread when you feel like the world is caving in on you. Everywhere there is no life, no sound, no way of slipping out.
» Posted By Blanche On 06.17.2014 @ 12:46 am
i’ve realized every time i tell someone i’m not broken, i become more shattered. I try to weld the cracks of guilt with tobacco, but i just end up getting cut with broken glass and burned with ashes of small words
» Posted By Blanche On 05.26.2013 @ 11:50 pm
it’s your mind. your mind most of all. the old dusty pages of memory, and the wildflowers and dirty weeds that grow through the cracks of cement twisting around your brain soaking up sun through your open veins.
but also your long fingers that crawl up my ribs. the way you look at me. the way you look at me but you don’t care. behind my eyelids you burn- behind your’s she dances
» Posted By Blanche On 04.13.2013 @ 11:46 pm
she cooked under the lights, under her clothes… he was looking at her, more than she wanted, and she basked in the heat, trying to hide from his burning gaze.
» Posted By Blanche On 12.01.2012 @ 5:01 pm
she sat screaming under the bed, she didn’t want to speak to anyone or thing. she just wanted to be left alone, under the bed was safe, comforting in a way…
» Posted By blanche On 11.27.2012 @ 4:21 pm
i’ve already written about this word, why do i have to write about it twice? what is this? eeehhh
» Posted By Blanche On 11.08.2012 @ 9:09 pm
they think to themselves wading and sinking in their own thoughts.
» Posted By Blanche On 11.08.2012 @ 8:49 pm
I am so tempted just to quit my job and live my dream . i am so bored at this place I swear my mind is rotting away inside of me.
» Posted By Blanche On 05.17.2011 @ 2:20 pm
playing cards and writing cards, cardboard, making things out of cardboard, debit cards equal shopping. paper crafts, silhouettes with cards
» Posted By Blanche On 02.19.2011 @ 3:02 pm
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her name was sugar and that was it she told me. I loved the way she smelt like it and smiled a smile of sugar to me she was my sugar!
» Posted By blanche On 11.14.2009 @ 11:11 pm