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artistry

she spends her life chasing paintings and sculptures and whoever is the next big thing on the market, but in all the years, she never touches a brush herself, never dips her fingers into paint and drags them across worn canvas, never finds specs of clay dust on her clothes even weeks later. hands-on in all other aspects of life, this is the one thing she can’t seem to try out.

» Posted By Halima On 10.26.2011 @ 2:05 pm

she spends her life chasing paintings and sculptures and whoever is the next big thing on the market, but in all the years, she never touches a brush herself, never dips her fingers into paint and drags them across worn canvas. there’s something about art that makes her shy away from trying it herself.

» Posted By Halima On 10.26.2011 @ 1:53 pm

pills

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small; and the one that, your mother gives you, don’t do anything at all. Go ask Alice; when she’s ten feet tall.

» Posted By Halima On 02.06.2011 @ 2:51 pm

endless

Some people exchange “I love you’s” days after being together. Heck it takes me close to a year before I make such a stupid promise to someone. It really should be “I love you… now.” Romantic. We’re not made monogamously and it’s hard to believe that “being in love” will last forever. Cynic.

» Posted By Halima On 01.20.2011 @ 3:22 pm

obvious

I would like to be able to tell you that Miss Scarlett, the pyro, candlesticked Mr Black to his demise; in the dining room no less. But that would be too obvious.

» Posted By Halima On 12.25.2010 @ 7:59 pm

altar

Jilted and saved. “Better sooner than later” they keep saying. That’s their consolation. Truth is, I knew he’d bolt; but it didn’t matter to me, I was bored, I just didn’t know how to get rid of him.

» Posted By Halima On 12.24.2010 @ 12:25 pm

paperclips

If safety pins are non too strong to hold my life together, paperclips are none the better.

» Posted By Halima On 12.22.2010 @ 1:01 pm

rejection

The root of all my fears; the thing that debilitates me like nothing else, my life is forming around it, I’m accepting a subpar version of myself, don’t bother applying to that job, they won’t accept you, don’t ask that girl out, she’s far more attractive than you, don’t tell your father you love him; he probably doesn’t give a fuck.

» Posted By Halima On 12.21.2010 @ 1:06 pm

optimism

I’ve never seen a silver lining, the glass is always half empty and the grass is actually greener on the other side. Take today; I dropped £20 somewhere in the white blanket that has covered my town. I wasn’t the lucky sod who found it, was I? No, that guy is probably my counter. Optimistic bastard.

» Posted By Halima On 12.20.2010 @ 4:54 pm

typewriter

If I had one, I’d want it to be antiquated; because I think I’m cool and because the unobtainable or less readily available draw me in. Plus, I like aesthetically pleasing objects. But because I’m such a ridiculous, I want to punch you in the fucking face, kind of perfectionist, the poor bastard wouldn’t get used very much at all. Just sit there all purty like a trophy wife.

» Posted By Halima On 12.18.2010 @ 1:02 pm

boa

I always had a reputation as being a good girl, maybe people even thought I was a prude, but if you knew me behind closed doors, if you saw the kind of things that I let happen, a fist closing around my thorax, crushing it like a predatory snake; constrictor, asphyxiation. Hypoxia.

» Posted By Halima On 12.17.2010 @ 12:49 pm

stick

This is the moment, everything slows down; //your moment//; this is what all your training was for. Now, is the time to prove your worth; in these seconds, you realise you will go down as a legend, as a hero , but then, the moment has passed, to the guy next to you, he takes it and all because the trigger decided to stick or you choked.

» Posted By Halima On 12.16.2010 @ 5:25 pm

stamps

When I tell people I’m a collector, naturally they ask me what my speciality is. They conclude that my bookish attire, ineptitude at maintaining relationships and obscure taste in music, all point to a cliche collector niche; like stamps. I am not a stamps man, but it’s easier tell them that I am.

» Posted By Halima On 12.13.2010 @ 3:53 pm

temper

You lost your cool; throwing the inanimate in my direction. Your wick burns quickly and I am wax, diminished by your flare. I don’t want to be like you, but when I, too, spill, I blister.

» Posted By Halima On 12.12.2010 @ 4:14 pm

wag

i feel like waging my tail as i see you walking by. you have that callous look on your face. i feel yor tortured soul braking through. but do you see me? i am loyal to you. trust me, take me with you. share your heart, your distresses with me. its ok, take your time- i’ll be here for ever.

» Posted By Halima On 10.11.2009 @ 3:23 am

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