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I’ve never set a bonfire, but after I decided I didn’t want you I feel like there has been one inside of me

» Posted By celia On 05.30.2014 @ 5:22 am

i dont even know what it means I’m not really good at english it sounds like Bon Iver I think but I don’t even know and I have no time to look for it

» Posted By celia On 05.30.2014 @ 5:05 am


There was a glimmer as she turned
I couldn’t see past the shine that engulfed her neck.
She hid behind it,
like it meant something to someone.

» Posted By Celia On 03.26.2014 @ 3:07 pm


I don’t know what wreaths are for and I don’t understand the meaning but when I see them I get this happy festive feeling. It doesn’t last very long. It’s only a decoration. I’m sorry, I kind of thought of you like that. You gave me this brief, happy feeling, but it didn’t last very long. I looked at you like you were a decoration. I still do. I’m sorry for that.

» Posted By celia On 12.16.2013 @ 10:17 am


quite nearly synonymous
in fact almost exactly the same
(or maybe not /almost exactly
probably possibly exactly
but perhaps I should not put probably and possibly together
though I kind of like the sound of it
even though it’s kind of awkward
I kind of think I like awkward)

» Posted By celia On 08.17.2013 @ 8:59 pm


The people who are steady are usually mentally healthy. I am not steady. Tables are steady. The way I want a man. Someone I can depend on. Steady. People used to say “going steady” back then when that’s what da

» Posted By Celia On 06.30.2013 @ 10:04 pm


Quiet, cold. Sometimes hot though. Dry. All empty. What’s left after anger. Sometimes nice, though sometimes sad when a person is actually barren. Jesus, that’s sad. Blank, though not like untouched. Like touched-too-much, then had enough.

» Posted By Celia On 05.31.2013 @ 7:36 pm


i cant explain how it feels,
transcendent and concrete,
listening to your breath,
in vacancy,

» Posted By celia On 04.26.2013 @ 9:47 pm


she’s a beautiful thing
with sea green eyes and golden hair
but she’s quite the lonely creature

» Posted By celia On 04.17.2013 @ 4:53 pm


There are no bars on his prison, and somehow, that’s worse. They know that he won’t go anywhere, because they know that he knows he deserves his punishment. Self-loathing binds him there, which he decides is the worst kind of punishment of all.

» Posted By celia On 04.07.2013 @ 9:05 pm


The water shines like crystal
The cavern is so cold
so old
but the vines are so new
so green
and lush
and strong
but they are so sinister
Peeking out from cracks
Holding the structure together

» Posted By celia On 04.04.2013 @ 7:56 pm


The smell hits her before anything else. The atmosphere is so calming, so comfortable, that all the stress from the day immediately leaves her body. She loves the cafe. It isn’t well known, but it makes do with locals and she loves it that way. She loves the smell of her desired coffee already brewing, the view of pastries on the counter.

» Posted By celia On 04.03.2013 @ 6:12 pm


The brown looks more vibrant than it should be on her pale face. He can’t find it in him to wipe it off, the evidence of childhood work on mud-homes outdoors.

» Posted By celia On 04.02.2013 @ 3:42 pm


People always talk about destiny. I don’t believe in it though. You can make your own life and choices and there is no road leading you through life. You get to do what you want or sometimes what you’re forced to do but whatever happens it doesn’t necessarily happen for a reason. That thinking gets you nowhere because you believe whatever is going to appen is already set in stone.

» Posted By celia On 03.26.2013 @ 8:29 pm


i already wrote about listening and now I am frustrated. But right now I am listening to Chad Sugg and I love him. He’s or .gov maybe .edu I really want to read his book Monsters Under My Head but I have to buy it first

» Posted By celia On 03.24.2013 @ 9:23 pm

i don’t like to listen but I should. I kinda just like to sit in the corner and stare into space. i like to imagine a lot more than I like to do. But imagining is addictive. It’s so much fun!

» Posted By celia On 03.24.2013 @ 9:22 pm


Somebody actually handed in my lost earring. I couldn’t believe it. I knew one had slipped out somewhere in Stage J at the Harry Potter studio visit, but I never expected somebody would be honest enough, or CARE enough to hand it in. They were special earrings. Are special earrings. I bought them in Carcassonne and they have the Languedoc cross in coral and silver. They’re even more special now that somebody returned the lost one. Now, THAT’S magic!

» Posted By Celia On 03.08.2013 @ 5:20 am


When they’ve finished dancing, beautiful, hypnotic, mesmerizing, all that’s left is ash.

» Posted By Celia On 03.06.2013 @ 1:28 am


Two hours on a low light. With mint and new potatoes. What else is there to say?

» Posted By Celia On 03.05.2013 @ 12:41 am


It took her a long time to discover what her own weakness was: her strength. He’d been attracted to this strong woman, this female who promised to put everything right for him, but in the end she’d emasculated him and he didn’t want her any more. What a weakling!

» Posted By Celia On 03.03.2013 @ 10:58 pm


You have to get it into your head, this word. There’s no point in messing about. If you want to get the real meaning out of it you have to give it your full concentration, feel it in your bones like, well, like bones. Where would you be without THEM, huh? You’d be in a bucket and somebody would be carrying you home in it. Instill this, folks. Concentrate, people! Instill. It becomes part of you, then. I am instilled with instill. I can write no more.

» Posted By Celia On 03.03.2013 @ 12:06 am


“I knows you is hiding in there, and Imma get ya!” screamed the farmer with red bloody eyes.

» Posted By Celia On 12.22.2012 @ 4:19 pm


i am patient. the patterns that i walk on are misleading. patience can derail you, but resilience is what stands your worth. i am a patient in this universe.

» Posted By Celia On 12.13.2012 @ 6:40 pm


I crashed to the floor. The pain in my side was sucking the life out at me. Why? Why me?

» Posted By Celia On 08.23.2012 @ 1:57 pm


dirty rivers in an elevator going into the matrix where everything is green and keanu reeves wears horrible sunglasses that make him look like a techno freak. there are also trees and squirrels. with fur. horses sweat is white.

» Posted By Celia On 03.04.2012 @ 10:24 am


maze, im lost.
life, i’m amazed.
never know where its gonna take me,
scared as all hell, but ready because it is all just a maze.
give me glory, for i am a maze

» Posted By Celia On 02.12.2012 @ 6:14 pm


below i see a blank space.
below i see a bed.
below i see my fear of movement,
below i see the inevitable change,
below i see decisions i have to make,
and this is all just below me.
it is nothing but the simplest of things that i can no longer give up on

» Posted By Celia On 01.17.2012 @ 6:22 pm


The paint splattered across the canvas. Yellow, blue, black, orange. Abstract. She didn’t understand abstract. The concrete quality of the canvas with splattered paint was all that she saw. She could not see beneath the paint into the chaotic world that it embodied. She could not see beyond, nor did she wish to see.

» Posted By Celia On 11.13.2011 @ 6:54 pm


I saw the icicle hanging from the roof above the garage. Sinister in its crystal glory, threatening to fall at a moment’s notice from its precarious perch. The snow below was pocketed with the aftermath of drops of water that had seeped down the icicle’s side and landed on the unsuspecting snow.

» Posted By Celia On 11.13.2011 @ 2:28 pm


go patent, see the world, find me and and make this reality, above all me and my dogs will share the simplicity to be single.

» Posted By celia On 11.08.2011 @ 1:25 pm

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