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gone

It was here, but now it’s gone. The light inside that led you through the dark. Maybe now you have no hope because you don’t need it anymore. Maybe everything is perfect, even though perfect is fake. It’s impossible to be truly perfect. You can only be your perfect self.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.12.2012 @ 1:42 pm

help

Somebody could help you up when you fall, or help you with your homework. You could also be the help. (p.s. the movie is complete crap compared to the book)

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 09.26.2012 @ 11:21 am

quest

On a quest I can’t complete. There is no hope but to doubt.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.21.2012 @ 6:23 pm

calling

I could hear them calling… Calling my name… Calling me to the place where dreams are shattered; where death swallows you hole. Don’t take one step I warn you inside of that graveyard because once you do you’ll never step out.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.20.2012 @ 6:00 pm

pile

The pile of clothes sat untouched on the floor. His mother couldn’t stand to be near them. His father hadn’t even touched the door. His sister cried ’cause they were they smelled like him. And he, he was laying on the pavement outdoors.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.19.2012 @ 11:15 am

base

I stand at the base of the tower. It collapsed when the world shook. Broken glass lays about, but I really don’t care. Blood has seeped through the backs in the ground, and there are cuts on my feet, but I’m probably already infected like everybody else in the world anyway.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.18.2012 @ 5:58 pm

backspace

How many times can you hit the backspace within your lifetime? A thousand times? A million? More? I just hit it at least 20 times.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.17.2012 @ 2:12 pm

insect

An insect, a parasite, in my mind they aren’t that different. They both bite you, but one clings. They both can be small, but insects can be larger?

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.14.2012 @ 2:34 pm

disregard

I should want to disregard your past like you, but no, I wish for you to tell me more. You promised me today, that someday you’ll tell me everything. Please let that day come soon.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.13.2012 @ 3:40 pm

I disregard many things now at days. I disregard my daily email updates from this website, and I disregard things my friends say. Maybe it’s for the better, but oh I don’t now. When somebody tells you, “I think they’re talking about you.” Shouldn’t you care?

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 05.13.2012 @ 3:37 pm

slouch

She slouched over her laptop writing furiously. Line after line was produced within seconds. Soon she had finished her book and it was to be sent off to several different publishing offices, and then all she would have to do is wait for a reply.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 12.01.2011 @ 2:21 pm

abstract

The abstract shapes jumbled together in my mind. My senses honed in on the figure standing behind me. He is a block I thought. A crude, poorly angled block made of squares and out of wood. Yes, solid wood.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 11.13.2011 @ 3:56 pm

downpour

She sat looking out at the downpour wondering when her brother might come home. Her mother fretted down the the hallway while her father sat downing a beer. He had to come home soon she thought over and over again.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 11.04.2011 @ 4:39 pm

combination

I sighed slamming my head against his locker. If I couldn’t get this combination correct I just might die. I just had to get the pictures back!

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 11.03.2011 @ 4:34 pm

profound

She cried and profoundly thought deeper about what had happened minutes ago. Betrayal.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 11.02.2011 @ 1:52 pm

passionate

“Passionate,” she mumbled to herself, “The characters must be passionate.”

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.31.2011 @ 2:16 pm

husband

Someday I wish to have a husband, but now, who knows. I’m locked in this cell for the crime I’ve committed. I’ve locked myself away inside my mind. Memories caged, and actions limited because of myself. I can’t find the key as I’ve lost it, lost them long ago. It’s not my fault. It’s his.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.30.2011 @ 2:28 pm

riots

The riots have been going on for quite some time now, and I still choose to not participate. Though, because of my decision I must hide from the streets staying cooped inside my apartment; and if I dare go out I must avoid the dark corners and the back streets.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.28.2011 @ 8:18 pm

still

Silently, still she sits thinking. She’s wondering if she’ll ever survive. Her faze follows to the window where the still river lays and above the shining moon.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.28.2011 @ 4:03 am

artistry

Artistry… What does that mean?
Um,
The artisry…
Um, I think I’m going to go to good old dictionary.com… Ciao! (Even though I don’t take italian)

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.26.2011 @ 2:07 pm

shepherd

The shepherd began to cross the plain searching for his lost sheep. Lines etched across his forehead as he was deep 9in thought wondering wherever so could they be?

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.25.2011 @ 12:43 pm

automatic

She’s automatically programmed for this. You can’t stop this chaos. You embedded it into her brain. The world shall die because of you.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.24.2011 @ 1:11 pm

awakening

I took another sig of the foul smelling liquid downing it. My throat stung as I swallowed the horrid liquor, but I had to get used to it because this was my life. This was my awakening to the world I had been forced into.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.23.2011 @ 3:31 pm

My awakening in the morning is everything but pleasant, and is almost impossible to do. If you’d like to though you must know you have to continually follow up about every five seconds, and sometimes you have to literally have to drag me out of bed. Then to get me out of the house quick enough is another challenge you’ll face.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.23.2011 @ 3:27 pm

comfort

It’s so comfortable sitting here having nothing to do. Not a care in the world.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.22.2011 @ 8:19 pm

radical

The radical flow of energy between you and me.
They cross our path and bow,
We smile and wave,
Stumble through the crowd.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.21.2011 @ 4:28 pm

relate

It’s relatable… I guess. No not really, I mean a stalker and a FaceBook page that isn’t yours. Well, the stalker is, almost. It’s almost unreal that it’s happening, but no pinch will wake me up.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.20.2011 @ 12:58 pm

castle

“Help, help!” She called from the castle’s tallest chamber.
The knights below cowered at the roar of the beast, but they knew they must go forth and slay the dragon.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.19.2011 @ 1:05 pm

The castle stood high and mighty above the small tow. It’s spirals were disappearing into the clouds. I slowly watched as the gate lowered inch by inch.

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.19.2011 @ 1:03 pm

mutual

It’s mutual. We hate each other, but maybe, just maybe we have each other for all the fun times we had teasing each other and all. Now it’s gone though, and it’s your fault. So maybe it isn’t mutual. Maybe you love me and I hate you…

» Posted By Erin Jane Moore On 10.18.2011 @ 3:13 pm

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