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starlit

empty is the grassy headland, i lie upon the bench. the sky is so clear and dark, starlit with tiny fireballs. i will never know them as they know themselves. they are so beautiful.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 02.05.2014 @ 2:34 pm

tank

when the tanks roll by i feel relaxed in myself and content that i’ve done enough for my death to be worthwhile but then i think of my sisters and think again. unjust! unjust!

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 10.02.2013 @ 3:06 pm

complexity

i think (well) that the human mind is one of huge complexity and infinite depth and variation as every one is different and not physical, i cannot phrase it, its complexity perplexes me.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 09.09.2013 @ 8:32 am

backlit

I thought perhaps the house had a liability of being haunted, one which i did not want to enter, but, of course, being human, my nosiness got the better of me. I tiptoed carefully through the dusty hallway only to be welcomed by a delightful room backlit by a roaring fire and armchair, just as they are in books.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 07.16.2013 @ 12:34 pm

willful

the next time we spoke he was more willful than before. It seemed that his love for me had grown and he supressed it less easily. A feeling of fire and excitement grew inside me but i knew it wouldn’t last as it never had. I was wrong, the next time we spoke the tables had turned. I wanted him more.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 07.02.2013 @ 1:41 pm

the next time we spoke he was more willful than before. It seemed that his love for me had grown and he surpressed it less easily. A feeling of fire and excitement grew inside me

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 07.02.2013 @ 1:39 pm

arthritis

once i was a young boy with a future and a strong body. now i am an old man, who sits, arthritic in a chair gazing at the rain and dreaming about the life i presume i never had. it’s not the arthritis, it’s the rain.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 06.24.2013 @ 3:25 pm

adorned

her love for him adorned him in her eyes. Her eyes were the only ones that mattered. He was confused but disregarded his confusion for her adorning.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 06.21.2013 @ 2:37 am

strung

‘strung’ usually describes stringed instruments in the state of having strings on them. e.g. violin, bass et cetera. strung is the state in which desire is subdued and not allowed to occur as the person involved is already occupied but so yearns for another.
s a v e m e p l e a s e ?

one would say. ukulele. duhnuhuhuh.

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 06.16.2013 @ 2:35 pm

pixels

pixels are very tiny little squares which together to the human eye make full shapes. if something is very pixelated the pixels are visible e.g. on the television. this can be blurry

» Posted By Helena Anderson On 06.14.2013 @ 11:15 am

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