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She wrote a letter to her unrequited lover for hours on end. One look at all her feelings finally put into words, and she knew what she had to do. A cigarette lighter nearby helped her keep her love unrequited.

» Posted By Faye On 03.06.2013 @ 2:51 am


l love my leathery purse that belongs to my dead dog’s grandma. I need to vent about it, and for some reason, this website seemed like the place to go, so here I am. Love my life…not. Well, it aint so bad right now. Anyway, back to “leathery”….i dont need this right now. Why am I such a procrastinator?/? my life is cra cra right now. ahh well. lets all just bow down to my laziness. seriously though, i need to get my head outta my ass. REAL QUICK B4 ITS TOO LATE

» Posted By Faye On 02.21.2013 @ 3:29 pm


different from a crate, it rolls, you shoot the fish in it.

» Posted By faye On 01.01.2013 @ 12:06 pm


I love the soil. It is from the ground where plants grow from. It is filled with roots and worms and many kinds of creatures. The soil is usuallydark brown. Ut comes from the Lird. It is a mistakenly forgotten blessing to be thanked for everyday.

» Posted By faye On 12.28.2012 @ 11:29 am



» Posted By faye On 07.21.2012 @ 2:43 pm


the place where it goes, it collects. the things live together under an umbrella. carry the bucket of water, carry the burdens in the bucket. contain, refrain, keep it together. water can spill. fill the bucket too much and it spills over. stay in the bucket

» Posted By Faye On 07.09.2012 @ 8:36 am


a crane – beautifully poised, slender and radiating beauty

» Posted By Faye On 07.04.2011 @ 3:00 am


I wade through the ocean that is my life. And at times, I find myself in the deep end, struggling to swim out of fear of drowning.. and just then I feel hand pulling me back into the safety of the shallowness, allowing me to wade again.

» Posted By Faye On 06.30.2011 @ 2:54 am


i don’t know what a deadbolt should bring to mind. it keeps the creepy monsters and pedophiles out at night. it is made out of metal alloy. it it attached to my peach colored door where the phone book lays propped up against it.

» Posted By Faye On 04.29.2011 @ 11:10 am


crazy mothers and children fleeing from an apocolypse. no one is safe, lives shatter, tears fall…men are no longer men. Laughter is nonexistent. fear loneliness, the world is aflame. no more happiness. your skull is showing, wild animals are like cuddly stuffed toys. run, or not. there is no use, we are all blood stains on this pitful speck. your skeleton litters the gray ash strewn ground. good night world.

» Posted By faye On 04.14.2011 @ 4:31 pm


a statement is something you say that you believe to be true and that other people will believe to be true. It is also a way of expressing yourself, like making a statement.

» Posted By faye On 03.11.2011 @ 9:55 am


i am one. most convincing to myself. also to others. very pathetic and scary habits formed. convince myself so well. build another world that is not my own. live in it. unhappily.

» Posted By Faye On 06.27.2010 @ 3:34 pm


Minerals. What are they? Are they made of matter? Or are they just nutrition — like vitamins or calories? What do they look like? Are they colored? And why is it that when you put them in water, the water’s cost increases threefold? The many mysteries of minerals.

» Posted By faye On 04.23.2010 @ 6:58 pm


money isnt wealth
wealth comes from love
the way you feel when you remember something that is amazing
that is true wealth
you can get rich on experiences.

» Posted By Faye On 05.12.2010 @ 10:01 pm


I don’t know why I decided to do it. The balcony was there. The fall was inevitable. So, I jumped. The air whipped my body in all directions. My arms flew around me aimlessly.

» Posted By Faye On 05.11.2009 @ 7:46 pm


Broken is bad and stuffed animals are usually the thing I imagine when I think of broken because I always see these little stuffed animals with bandages on and stitched mouths. Sometimes their eyes are gone. I also think of other toys that are demented. Like a jack in a box.

» Posted By Faye On 12.20.2008 @ 8:41 am


the cage was filled with smells. distinct smells. stuff that you would recognize all the time. if you recognized pee. i guess most people do. it was horrid but i stayed. it was loved at first sight. that monkey.

» Posted By faye On 08.27.2009 @ 2:05 pm


he crept over to the table and decided that if he did it, he’d definatley not regret it. he grabbed the cd and put it into the computer.
the message popped up and it asked him whether he wanted to open it. he did.
it came up with a folder full of pictures. there were of his mom and what he thought was his dad, but obviously not.

» Posted By Faye On 02.22.2009 @ 4:33 pm


the concept of wanting kills me. you could want somthing forever and still not get anywhere with, lust, trust. no amount of work could let you reach your goal. i WANT a soulmate, someone to care for. i want ray. is that so hard? really. honestly.

» Posted By faye On 08.29.2008 @ 10:54 am


i literally just git this wird so im not going ti write about t, damn i just did.

» Posted By faye On 01.11.2010 @ 8:39 pm


i am always confused, all the time. the littlest things confuse me even though people tell me im smart. im not. smart people arent confused so often. like in math class. i dont get anything, ever. im not sure if its cause its hard or something i dont know. i never know. im just easily confused because i never get things right… yeah.

» Posted By faye On 01.06.2010 @ 4:19 am


wet, smelly dirty, wipe up mess, fluffy, soft, colorful, head band, cotton, dry

» Posted By faye On 11.08.2009 @ 12:48 pm


i always hear you louder when the rains have just stopped pouring. you guys use to welcome me in one big group. while i was still pregnant with maia. now that she’s hear she loves to listen to your croaking.

» Posted By Faye On 11.05.2009 @ 10:15 pm


flavored apple peels and fuzzie peaches. rocky beaches. rough dog paws. sharp fingernails. silky. milky. and wet. sinking into the sand

» Posted By faye On 12.11.2009 @ 12:03 pm


Cranes are tall. Tall as the sky but with no means to reach it. They help us reach, because our arms are too small to. They are like gods, magnificent and huge. Helping us, building our temples.

» Posted By Faye On 12.04.2009 @ 6:56 am


beautiful. indulging. limitless.

you make me crazy sometimes.

makes me lose my insanity.

oh how when will i ever get over you?

» Posted By Faye On 10.28.2009 @ 6:30 pm


how do you feel when i wear you on my wrist?
does it feel good that you are treated differently?

it always feels good to feel important doesn’t it?

» Posted By Faye On 10.26.2009 @ 7:34 pm


I have a brother he is younger but bigger he wanted boys when he married he has girls I have the boys sometimes he says he wants to trade sometimes I think he is serious people say you marry your father I think my husband is more like my brother…although when we were dating I would have told you that was crazy

» Posted By Faye On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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