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there was a knock at the door, i didn’t know who it could be. maybe someone i know.. maybe a stranger. i look out the window, but see no one. where’d they go? who was it? was i just hearing things again? i look to the back door, full glass. there is a man staring back at me, one i have never seen, nor want to know.
» Posted By des On 02.27.2013 @ 6:18 pm
Legs, don’t fail me now! Is that my head speaking out loud? Are there actual words coming out of my mouth? Go faster. Faster. Breathe. Let it all out. You’ll be OK. This is OK. Fuck. I am so high. Bird. Kite. Plane. I am up there. Legs, don’t fail me now!
» Posted By Des On 02.18.2013 @ 5:33 pm
breathing quickening in my throat. I can’t do this anymore, I am tired. I am done. What am I to do now with this burden on my shoulders? Fatigue. I am mortified, my hands are weak, my knees are shaking. My cheeks are red and pink and I can’t find much else to do. I see a bed, I ponder. I am tired. I fall.
» Posted By Des On 02.17.2013 @ 6:49 pm
Climbing the stairs to my bedroom and suddenly the door rings. Fuck. No. Not him again. I answer it anyway. Descend. The door. Hard. Oak. Dark. It creaks open and there he is. The salesman. He sells vacuum cleaners in a department store. Nothing great about it. Nothing great about him.
» Posted By Des On 02.07.2013 @ 9:54 pm
rise at the top of the mountain with the wind blowing in my face. i dont know how to rise my confidence. maybe just dont care baout what people say…who knows the world may never know. so many definitions for rise the first thing was rise at the top of the mountain.
» Posted By des On 11.30.2012 @ 9:24 am
Unlikely suspects for doing things. No one ever suspect children. They always seem the most innocent, but often times, they’ve seen the worst. No one ever suspects me; everyone thinks I’ve lived a candy coated life.
» Posted By Des On 07.20.2012 @ 3:44 pm
The soups they had back then I believe were the best soups ever. I mean the way janice made them was oh my god, it truly made the world perfect! Until one day when if found hair in my soup, and this weird sort of rubbery substance. It wasn’t until i started stiring around the soup did i find out that the soup was human soup!! From that point on I decided that I would be a cannibal in south africa with the head hunters, but no one in this place will ever make soup like Janice.
» Posted By Des On 06.26.2012 @ 4:14 am
Mary felt the soil sift between her hands, and drop back onto the ground. She reveled in the smell of it. As far as she could tell it was jsut about plating time. Sure other farmers had better more scietific ways to tell, but not Mary, she always decided by the smell of it.
» Posted By Des On 06.25.2012 @ 8:18 am
The thread glides through the needle. It makes a swish noise. It becomes something beautiful. A quilt that a grandmother made. A quilt made for her grandchild.
» Posted By Des On 08.15.2011 @ 9:13 pm
thunder is a crazy, terrible, wonderful, powerful thing. it scares chidren and adults and kills the moment before it, brings out the nature-obsessed homsapien sapien, creates thoughts of bowlers with wings, or a frightening roar from any number of beasts. A fear of lightning and rain and cold tears apart the consciousness and a tight feeling in the stomach brings your eyes to the sky.
» Posted By Des On 07.27.2011 @ 9:37 am
I want to console myself, but I’m too busy for the self-examination this would require. If I knew the truth about myself, faced it the way one faces cancer, I would then be dishonest if I didn’t reveal these truths about me. Pretend kindness when I know I can turn cold and walk away. If I know that to be true, should I not then warn everyone the way one would a disease? I have walk-away, the details are on this card.
» Posted By des On 05.10.2011 @ 4:00 pm
For highlighting ones eyes for visual appeal. Black. Emo kids love it. Blonde people should probably avoid pure black. That word is purple. I really don’t have anything deep to say about “eyeliner”. Oh Stumbleupon, you so random – yet awesome. Hey look, times almost up!
» Posted By Des On 05.05.2011 @ 7:39 pm
I trusted myself. Unfortunately I learned that wasn’t the smartest thing to do. My first instinct was to flee, to untrust myself and go to someone who I could trust.
» Posted By Des On 03.30.2011 @ 4:41 pm
The world is a stage is an expression I have heard many times. I think it means that you have all the opportunities you could possibly want in your lifetime. I don’t like being on a stage.
» Posted By Des On 11.01.2010 @ 7:35 pm
I think of an ambulance or maybe a police car. when i think of them i think of somebodys life. somebody is having the worst day of their life. and im sitting there alive and having fun watching them drive by. and it kind of makes me sad for them. and i wish i could ride along with them and let them know that one day they will hopefully feel like i do now.
» Posted By Des On 10.27.2010 @ 9:10 pm
This is the way the world will end, with neither a fire nor cold a bang nor a whimper and yet we will all take it in stride. And why not? It’s not as if we have any choice in the matter.
» Posted By Des On 05.09.2010 @ 7:09 pm
to what depth will I sink? To which heights will I soar?
how deep is your love, my thoughts, the thickness of my skin.
Swim in the pool of oblivion, and continue–
» Posted By Des On 05.06.2010 @ 4:14 pm
glow, i want to glow, i want you to glow, so we can glow together and brighten the the word with our glow.
» Posted By des On 03.20.2009 @ 7:09 pm
i guided you down the street in the absolute darkness, but how could i guide you when i was even more clueless than you were. Blind, with only the starlights leading the way, into more blackness, but was I worried? No. Because you were there by me side and somehow, that made even the darkest night shine.
» Posted By Des On 09.19.2009 @ 1:47 am
shit stuff, sometimes expensive, forever handy.
» Posted By Des On 12.09.2008 @ 9:57 am
freedom. passing. night. music. laughter. quiet. silence. alone. together. air. fresh air. wind. lights. dark. smiling. content. fulfillment.
» Posted By des On 07.29.2009 @ 1:29 am
the state of the union. Who cares. What really matters is the union of hearts and minds. a Holy union and an unholy union. It’s a bond. It’s what life is all about. It’s an address. It’s me and you.
» Posted By Des On 04.28.2008 @ 2:53 am
there were three of them. Caught in a love triangle, he loved one and they both loved him. His wife, one of the three was left in the cold while he fell more deeply in love with his secretary. typical
» Posted By des On 03.01.2010 @ 10:30 pm
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» Posted By des On 02.21.2010 @ 6:24 am