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I don’t like it when people call others foreign. I know it’s not a “bad” word, necessarily, but it seems cruel to me, somehow. Objects are foreign. Concepts are foreign. People are not. Just a little different.

» Posted By Cordelia On 08.01.2015 @ 2:40 pm


“Ow!” she hissed, ducking as she narrowly avoided a chunk of falling plaster. The ceiling was collapsing, and she couldn’t see the exit. Little drops of the material were raining down upon her, and every so often a large, jagged section would break off.

» Posted By Cordelia On 07.26.2013 @ 12:01 pm


Soul’s bile bubbling up your throat lips sewn shut hush now be silent no one wants to hear the truth, hard or easy. Rip the thread away–speak.

» Posted By Cordelia On 01.27.2013 @ 9:29 am


Ahhh, hell nah!

» Posted By Cordelia On 01.09.2013 @ 9:39 pm


I have faced so many losses. Losses of so many people that I love, or once loved. Why do they all leave? I’m not sure. I just want to…never mind.

» Posted By Cordelia On 07.30.2012 @ 8:26 pm


She ran her tongue over her lips, the feel of them rough and cracked beneath it weirdly comforting.

» Posted By Cordelia On 04.24.2012 @ 11:13 pm


He wasn’t sure what to think when his boyfriend showed him the glowing jewel in his ear. Beaming, he demanded, “What d’you think!?”

“It’s, uh…” he was careful in choosing his next words. “It’s something.” He knew he hadn’t said the right thing when he watched the face before him fall.

» Posted By Cordelia On 04.16.2012 @ 9:37 pm


If these walls could talk, they’d tell you all my secrets. Oh, how humiliating that would be. Do you know what these walls have seen? I would die of my shame. No, but these walls can’t talk.

» Posted By Cordelia On 02.07.2012 @ 1:14 pm


I miss my dog. My Smokey. He was my friend, my protector. He kept me warm in the forest when I had to hide. He alerted me to dangers. He was my best friend.

» Posted By Cordelia On 01.27.2012 @ 9:10 am


the soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert

chocolate is my favorite

but i prefer frozen fruity ice over ice cream

» Posted By Cordelia On 12.27.2011 @ 5:03 pm


I don’t understand abstract art but I like it. It’s usually fun to look at. Also, you can make abstract art by putting down whatever you want and calling it abstract. I like to do that. Oh yes. I don’t understand pictures of colored squares, though.

» Posted By Cordelia On 11.14.2011 @ 8:40 am


what is that exactly? someone who makes alarm clocks? what an awful job. no seriously, i’m not really sure what an alarmist is. someone who is alarmed at all times? someone who rehearses being alarmed in case of emergencies? to the dictionary!

» Posted By Cordelia On 11.07.2011 @ 8:47 am


“no wait man, wait.” he knew he had something profound to say, but damn if he couldn’t remember it.
“screw it. you’re camping.”
“sorry man.”
inhale. inhale more. mmmm.

» Posted By Cordelia On 11.02.2011 @ 4:18 pm


i had an epiphany once in my life
it wasn’t a big deal really
i just thought, but if
oh wait
i don’t remember
i guess i’m waiting for another

» Posted By Cordelia On 11.02.2011 @ 6:28 am


passionate about life and love and everything. can you be? i do not know. can you be passionate about more than one thing? or does passion consume all of you? and leave nothing else?

» Posted By Cordelia On 11.01.2011 @ 6:33 am


I don’t have a husband. I guess I’d like one someday. They seem to be somewhat useful. Plus I want kids. I don’t NEED a husband for that, but I guess I’d be nice to have one. Share the bills and all.

» Posted By Cordelia On 10.31.2011 @ 7:59 am


I sat so very still in the corner trying not to breathe trying not to cry

» Posted By Cordelia On 10.28.2011 @ 6:14 am


sometimes i feel like an artist. sometimes i don’t. am i creative enough?

» Posted By Cordelia On 10.27.2011 @ 8:43 am


I’m definitely running on automatic today. Ugh no sleep at all. Thank you, creepy aura in my bedroom! Thank you so very much.

» Posted By Cordelia On 10.25.2011 @ 6:08 am


The Awakening by Kate Chopin. I did not like that book. I was expecting it to be like The Storm, but it wasn’t. Why is that all I can think of? Why don’t I think of spiritual awakening, or even root awakening hairspray? Sheesh.

» Posted By Cordelia On 10.24.2011 @ 6:46 am


He looked out over the horizon, the sand squishing between his toes as he moved closer to the crashing waves. Stopping just short of the water, he squinted against the setting sun, and allowed the scent of the ocean to waft over him, intoxicating him and assuring him he was finally home.

» Posted By Cordelia On 09.02.2011 @ 3:09 pm


With no personality of her own, she had no choice but to soak up the aspects of those around her. Other people’s words dripped from her tongue when she opened her mouth, their thoughts finding a new platform within her.

» Posted By Cordelia On 09.01.2011 @ 12:10 pm


I love when people are hysterical. My friend Rachl is hysterical. It’s when you laugh so hard you cry. I love it. It is pure happiness. I wishI would be hysterical so I could make someone laugh and be happy. That would be the best feeling to kow I could make someone elsethat happy. i wish I was with someone hysterica right now so that I coul make them laugh and smile. Haha. I love it. hysterical is a great thing to be. How wonderful.

» Posted By Cordelia On 04.14.2011 @ 6:22 pm


Who wants anything more in this world other than to be wanted? Isn’t that the epitome of happiness? Without being wanted we are barely anything at all.

» Posted By Cordelia On 03.19.2011 @ 7:20 am



» Posted By cordelia On 04.16.2008 @ 2:40 am


he looks upon his people
but from below
there is a different
a seething crowd
reaching for
his crown

» Posted By cordelia On 10.14.2008 @ 6:56 pm


and he’s off
one shadow
cutting throuh the air
and criss-crossing above
awaiting the perfect
spot to land.
a spot he’s destined
ne’r to find

» Posted By cordelia On 10.08.2008 @ 1:41 pm


they roll around,
petite mountains
left among suburbia
breaking the bond between the woods
cement forests

» Posted By cordelia On 10.05.2008 @ 3:24 pm


Trail things around on that given trail and you will have accomplished what ‘they’ want you to. Or venture off the trail without any train of trailing things, be free, and you will know who you are. That’s thinking outside the box.

» Posted By Cordelia On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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