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She sat in the hospital waiting room. Terrified. What was happening? Why could no one tell her what was happening? She couldnt breath. What if it was happening again? What if it was worse this time? What if they couldn’t fix it? Who would care? She didn’t know anyone here. No one was waiting with her. And no one would know if she didn’t come home.
» Posted By Bo On 02.06.2018 @ 12:40 pm
I feel my walls breaking. They’re breaking down and it terrifies me. Ive built them up for so long, built them so strong, in preparation for something just like this. I dont want to get hurt, Im not willing to try. But my walls are breaking, and now theres not much left to protect me.
» Posted By bo On 09.28.2015 @ 4:23 pm
Will i ever tell him? Tell him what I actually want. Do I even know what I actually want? Will I ever figure it out? All i know is ive never felt like this. Ever. And I dont know whether its real, or whether it will disappear. Am i making it all up? Is it in my head? Cause right now Im so comfortable. But i dont know what he wants. We’re supposed to be having fun, and i am. But is that going to change next year. Will he find someone new to have fun with? Will I be left out in the cold?
» Posted By bo On 04.26.2015 @ 4:45 pm
I gasped in pain as the barbed wire sliced through my skin, like a knife through butter. It was deep, I could feel the blood pouring down my calf, over my ankle and trickling under the arch of my foot. I would need to be sewn up. Sewn up like when I was 5 and i got a tear in my favourite pair of jeans and I cried like a baby until my mother got out her thread and needle, sewn up like my ragdoll when her eyes fell off cause i loved her so much.
» Posted By bo On 10.14.2014 @ 11:32 am
Never in a million years will i change for him. Never in a million years will I change for anyone. I am me, and anyone who cant come to that realization on their own, will never have a chance with me.
» Posted By bo On 09.29.2014 @ 7:21 pm
Im not flexible with what i want. Thats my problem when it comes to relationships. I wont bend for anyone…even if they may be the perfect person for me. I like my life the way it is too much, and am not willing to change in the slightest way for anyone.
» Posted By bo On 09.27.2014 @ 3:52 pm
When you first talked to me I felt graced by your attention. Your eyes, so intense. Then we parted ways and I thought about what a mistake it was to have taken for granted the short time we had together. The short time I had to tell you how ridiculously happy I felt that you had ever looked at me.
» Posted By bo On 09.19.2014 @ 12:31 pm
it all started when i wouldn’t say anything. i didn’t want to speak to anyone. i felt the words rushing up to the top of my throat but soon enough they would go flushing down the other direction, unable to come out. then, a coma.
» Posted By Bo On 12.21.2013 @ 8:47 pm
She was a film major, and she was going to be famous. Her plans were to be the greatest cinema director of her generation, no of all time. She fell asleep dreaming about everythng she would accomplish, all she would do.
» Posted By Bo On 10.30.2013 @ 8:14 pm
Thats me. I have a problem. I cant help it, I try to tell myself its going to be different this time. But whenever I end up with someone who cares about me, all I can think about is whether that guy next to him would be a better match. If that guy next to him, would love me more. And so before I know it, before I can stop myself I turn my back on the boys who actually care.
» Posted By Bo On 10.29.2013 @ 7:26 pm
They kept driving by. One after the other, a somber procession reminding us what was happening elsewhere. Reminding us that forgetting your phone or missing out on last nights party is not really a big deal.
» Posted By Bo On 10.03.2013 @ 9:52 am
The man fell down into the trench. His mind was aghast with the vast destruction around him. Coping was out of the question, for both his soul and body were disheveled amongst the mass destruction and danger around him.
The trench was dank and disgusting, with the smell of rotting flesh and decaying bodies ruminating in the air.
» Posted By Bo On 04.09.2013 @ 5:31 am
it is the end of may and what i came to realize is that all our actions have been leading us to the point of no return.
it was all over on the 24th and now it’s time to step up on the big, cruel stage and figure out all the small things we will surely miss. but not yet.
» Posted By Bo On 05.26.2012 @ 4:04 am
hard metal so strong, has fortitude to last long in the heat of adversity. living in the big city, your will is tried constantly.
» Posted By Bo On 10.10.2011 @ 6:59 am
The cloud was thick, dense, and smelled of ash. I couldn’t see infront of me at all, but I kept walking deeper and deeper into the cloud. I heard footsteps in the distance, walking away from me. I cautiously walked faster to catch up to the unknown sound.
» Posted By Bo On 09.29.2011 @ 5:45 am
I was there as a kid, playing beneath the metal structures and clouded sky. I knew then, even at the age of five, that things were gonna get a bit rocky. Might as well get used to the rain, cause the storm was coming. Coming sooner than I even knew at the time.
» Posted By Bo On 09.27.2011 @ 3:41 pm
I examined him and his room with furrowed brows and a tight jaw. On his table, a toppled pen holder. And notes with those horrid pictures peeking from beneath them. He tried in vain to cover it. But that was evidence enough of how I should never have trusted him.
» Posted By bo On 09.27.2011 @ 9:27 am
wowpeopele show concern in different ways. and are concerned about many different things
i have no concern for this assignment omg jkkomg 60 seconds hurry i want a new word!!! wow cheating muchhh
» Posted By bo On 09.18.2011 @ 12:49 pm
I’ve been held for such along time by my fears that I have lost track of summer, delight, love, happiness, friendship, and everything in the world a pink elephant would love
» Posted By bo On 06.20.2011 @ 1:12 am
The train is a beautiful creature. It is like a dragon in lenght but not in viciousness. Inumerable adventures have ocurred in trains. I dare say, it is possible to live a fulfilling life in a train. Although trains are being phased out, due mainly to the corporate interests of oil and gas companies, I wish it to return to its
» Posted By Bo On 06.15.2011 @ 8:18 pm
rise up to the top… rise all the way to the sky.. ana rising high vueling style.. rise sir… rise to see another day. rise rise nighhaz
» Posted By bo On 06.10.2011 @ 3:51 pm
for several hundreds of years, humans have been trying to domesticate Zebras. But Zebras are way to damn wild to be domestic. I wonder if they have given up, or if someone is still trying…hmmm
» Posted By BO On 05.21.2011 @ 10:05 am
I don’t know much about wastelands, but I guess the birds seem to like them. I mean you always see them there picking through trash. I guess that is also the reason why bums go through them. If you think about it, birds are just little bums with wings and feathers. They are always picking through the trash and begging for food, also possibly pooping themselves where ever they are. Anyway, I guess wastelands could be cool. All depends on your perspective.
» Posted By Bo On 05.14.2011 @ 6:20 am
the reports came to my office wn i was eating cream cheese. deauron walk and tried to knife me, but saedy ledlix efended with her ghost powers i whipped out a katana and defended aganst him, blocking oly for the ke of my reports. oh, jeez, then he started to sing. his voice shattered my blade and my eardrums. zeelic and trenis sang a ballad, trying to cover him up, but they had their eyeballs shattered. it was the worst thirty seconds of my life.
» Posted By bo On 01.27.2011 @ 5:10 pm
Sports are easily one of the greatest gifts to this earth. They make me feel alive I am battling to stay alive. I am fighting for every last second. All you have is your body, no armor, no weapons.
» Posted By Bo On 01.17.2011 @ 8:32 pm
My mind is drained. I feel like a drone. I wake up and go to work. The same songs play. I eat the same foods. I am drained. These days run together. This is uncomfortable. I want to escape. I am drained.
» Posted By Bo On 01.17.2011 @ 9:58 am
The water drips from the drain and thenoise is like a lullaby to my ears. I am drfiting a sleep to a world of a sub conscious and unknown.I am too excited to escape reality. The drain has beceom my drug,I need the lullaby to rock my fast asleep. This world is too much for me. I must escape.
» Posted By Bo On 01.17.2011 @ 9:48 am
Stamps are between a rock and a hard place. Stamps must be used to compensate and provide the budget for the US Postal Service, and as mail is used less and less, stamps must become more expensive to fund the infrastructure, thus making them less attractive as a method of correspondence.
» Posted By Bo On 12.13.2010 @ 4:39 pm
the serpent wrapped its lithe body around the smalll, helpless mouse. its ribs glided around its thin fur and crushed the last ounces of breath out of the mouse’s tiny lungs. there was no sound, no wind, only silence.
» Posted By Bo On 05.30.2010 @ 10:29 am
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Meaning is often misunderstood as purpose. Unfortunately, meaning holds no true substance when relevance is what should be considered. There is no true meaning, or reason; merely order and an understanding of that order to pose relevance to one’s self.
» Posted By bo On 05.15.2010 @ 11:54 pm