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confident in her confidant, she spilled the ink from her lips and painted the other in chaotic tar. She so dearly wanted to purge herself from this vile past, that she poured it onto the other.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 01.14.2016 @ 9:10 am


pulling me out of the cravass
clawing hand over hand to get out of the shadows from bellow
willpower is what fuels me to dribble myself out of the doldrums
and make something in the sunlight
I can’t photosynthesize
make my own life
in darkness

» Posted By Bobbi B On 10.06.2015 @ 11:16 pm


It was not a sunny day today, it rained and thundered and grumbled. Which was a pleasant shift from the horribly humid sticky soup sort of days we’ve been meddling through, and I enjoyed watching the waves crash and smash into the cliffs like angry slow motion movies.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 09.03.2015 @ 10:10 pm


He took my arm and pulled me into a world of crystals, of ruin and lost things. I didn’t know why he took me to this magical and dilapidated place, but i felt like I didn’t belong in this whirlwind. It was too starch and unnatural, to romantic to be real.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 08.09.2015 @ 9:02 pm


Forefront of despair, waiting as i approach
Waiting like a wall
across a barren tundra

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.17.2014 @ 8:53 pm


it curved out of the sky
Like a clipped fingernail
Or the crescent moon
Slipping though the clouds
And piercing the beating
Flesh heart
With a pop

» Posted By Bobbi B On 02.18.2014 @ 9:58 pm


I can’t believe I’ve been chosen by him. Me, of all people, how did I get so incredibly lucky and to deserve his attention? Let alone devotion.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 12.07.2013 @ 12:53 pm


people too often sell their souls to people unwilling to take care of them. They just sell them for too cheap, and be on their way. But I think those are happier than those who never give up their soul for anything, even perfection.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 11.23.2013 @ 11:49 pm


I live on an island. There’s sand everywhere. I often try my best to make a cliché sand castle, those things you see in movies. But from what i’ve learned, those rarely happen, and our lumpy concoction is always far superior.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 11.19.2013 @ 9:12 am


perhaps I should flee. It seems sometimes that everyone is running away from me. Maybe I should join them. Maybe they’re going somewhere spectacular.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 10.21.2013 @ 6:31 pm


everyone is a song writer, going through life stopping on notes and tones and vowels and words that string together to become what is known as life. Sometimes ugly in parts, but sometimes beautiful.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 10.19.2013 @ 12:29 am


I don’t like this word. It drips with childish capturing things. “MTV Cribs” is no more mature than a baby’s cradle.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 09.28.2013 @ 10:17 pm


he slinks away from the crowd, like a tree’s shadow moving across the sidewalk. He Scowls and he slinks backwards. They lied about their solidarity. Now he swore he’d prefer to be solitary.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 08.19.2013 @ 10:41 pm


Ah chivalry…girls often complain that boys aren’t chivalrous anymore, which I agree with, but its a unfair statement. Some boys are. And they’re lovely. And anyways, the only thing constant is change. Especially for people.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 08.14.2013 @ 6:28 pm


pitter patter the sound of pepper is nice. Like puppets and porcupines, and parsnips and prancing little porcelain dancers. The crisp sound of a pepper hits your ears like a pebble skipping across the polished water.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 08.01.2013 @ 10:50 pm


I want to captivate him. I want to pull him close and keep him with me. And our eyes will reflect smiles. But I haven’t captivated him. He’s captivated me. And I’m struggling to catch up.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 07.31.2013 @ 12:29 pm


the slippery soap slipped from her supple hands and splashed into the sink.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 05.10.2013 @ 9:39 am


He looked into my eyes. His iris’s dripping with pleading tears. I looked down on him, with a sharp tilted chin. My eyes shook their heads, a firm “No.” He had lost his credibility.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 05.04.2013 @ 1:39 pm


enemies are part of life, things you must deal with. Sometimes you have to deal with them the wrong way in order to know what the right way is. And sometimes enemies turn into friends, or friends into enemies, and I’ve never had one but apparently there are these things called “frenemies”

» Posted By Bobbi B On 04.30.2013 @ 9:26 am


Mumble something unimportant, possibly about peas. When the person asks what you said, shrug and brush them off saying “oh nothing it’s not important…” they’ll be livid. If you want them to get angry in an argument so you can win by staying calm, i suggest this mumble technique. However be careful…it’s not often wise to push someone into lividness…

» Posted By Bobbi B On 04.17.2013 @ 12:17 am

mumbling mumbled words of mumbling groggy students with mumbling drooping faces with mumbling muddied eyes looking at mumbling teachers cheeks that have been so exposed to mumbling that they mumble and sag. “JUST STOP MUMBLING!” they scream silently.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 04.17.2013 @ 12:14 am


leverage is a good and bad thing, depending on how you use it. But one you think about it..isn’t everything the same? Anything can be good or bad, depending on how you use it. So dose that mean that nothing is either good or bad? Are our actions like that too..? Or am i just digging too deep into this leverage thing…?

» Posted By Bobbi B On 04.15.2013 @ 10:32 pm


Fabricated lies are evil things, but fabricated beauty is wonderful. I often think of fabricated as an evil words, because of the context it is usually wrapped in. But come to think of it, all it means is to manufacture or create something. Put it together. Which is actually quite a lovely thing, depending on how it’s used…

» Posted By Bobbi B On 04.01.2013 @ 9:24 pm


plagues can be ravenous, like a wolverines teeth, or creep up on you like a spider’s leg across your spine. They can fester and rot you, or simply chop of your head with a swift blow. Either way there’s no getting away from it’s talons.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.31.2013 @ 11:40 pm


wheat grows and used to fuel america. now it’s been usurped by corn. We make way too much corn. so we feed it to the cows. instead of grass. So they get ecoli. Then they stand in their muddy grassless pens full of muck. and it gets in them. and we get ill. Seriously. Just use wheat.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.30.2013 @ 2:17 am


bricks come from people you meet. they are mortared with your emotions, and are made up of the things that those people do to you. sometimes the bricks are light anf fluffy, others are dense and dark. Some have very little mortar so they crumble off, others have so much of it that no matter how hard you want to get rid of that dense evil brick it won’t ever let go of you.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.22.2013 @ 11:21 pm


beware of the teeth waiting in the shadows, willing to bite down on your toes. But be warned of those hiding in the sunlight, under the guise of a flower with nectar dripping in poison.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.20.2013 @ 6:10 pm


Covert operations under a covert black sky in covert sharp boots in covert faces with covert eyes that look like statues in mist.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.16.2013 @ 12:22 pm


She was blasted from a cannon into the air and swirled in the stars, she looked through looking glasses and twirled in nebulas. She clung to a comet streaking across the cosmos, just before she opened her eyes and was blasted back to earth.

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.14.2013 @ 9:34 pm


Nothing is eternal, except maybe love. I haven’t gotten that far though so i’m not sure yet. I suppose rocks are eternal, they just turn to dust. But they are still rocks. But then before they where rocks they where magma..or sediment….

» Posted By Bobbi B On 03.14.2013 @ 8:49 am

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