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Am I eligible? Can I be at least a choice, someone you would consider? It’s funny, a lot of the things I think about go back to you; it’s actually really pathetic. But I’d just like to know if you think of me, even just a little. It’s fine if you don’t! Just wanted to know.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 01.14.2015 @ 4:17 pm


You sit there and wonder how it all started. You don’t remember details anymore, just the sinking feeling in your stomach during the aftermath. They always ask you the same questions, tell you the same things. And you feel like you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, it’s simply a facade. So you nod your head and shake it appropriately, waiting for it all to end.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 09.21.2012 @ 5:16 pm


Fly. Fly far away from here. Don’t come back. There are many flowers, many places, many things you must see first. Don’t stay here too long. Why are you still lingering? Go off. It is free for you. You have no connections, no reason to stay. Why are you here? Leave. Leave as fast as you can. Don’t look back. Go. Go. Go. Do what I can’t.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 02.08.2012 @ 8:55 pm


Shining, glimmering. Stars. All about. Surrounding you. Encompassing you. Enchanting you with their presence. Look how small you are, they say. Even their insults seem beautiful. You are insignificant. You are minuscule. Who will remember you, when no one remembers us?

» Posted By Joanne~ On 01.11.2012 @ 8:10 pm


Once I read a book about savagery. Strike that, two books. Maybe three, actually. Who knows, to be honest. All the books I read, they all point to one enemy, and one alone: the human. His savagery. The evil inside. If only it were that simple.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 01.09.2012 @ 6:19 pm


Aftertaste. Sugar turning into acid. Slipping into the crevices of your gums, your teeth. Decay. Swig of mouthwash. Brush of teeth. But it’s still there. It’s still present.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 12.27.2011 @ 8:05 pm


I was wondering if you were still there. I wasn’t sure anymore. I was wondering if tomorrow, you would still be there. I’m not completely sure. Because part of me believes that in a year, we’ll be strangers. And you won’t be there anymore. And that scares me. Tell me if you are still here. Please answer.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 10.27.2011 @ 5:18 pm


It will take effort. It will not be easy. It will take the willpower of thousands, downsized to the sole power of one. Is the force there? Is the capability there? There is a lack. A lack of though, a lack of being. Being forced. To write, to exist, to breathe, to be. What is voluntary and what is not?

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.25.2011 @ 9:50 pm


I missed you. I missed the sound of your voice, the way your fingers would intertwine with mine. I missed how you made me laugh, I missed how you made me cry. I would yearn for the moments where we would sit in silence, knowingly basking in each other’s presence. I missed you, just by chance of fate.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.19.2011 @ 10:48 pm


Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. The same thing. Same worry. Same dispassion for ambition. Same yearning for ambition. Same lack of it. Again and again and again and again and again. It wasn’t ever going to end, it seemed. Repeat. A broken record, a cliche.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.16.2011 @ 4:58 pm


This was punishment. Trying to figure out where I stood, what I was going to do. I wanted the future, but I didn’t know how to get there. I didn’t know how to explicitly define what I wanted to do, how I was going to do it. I’m afraid of what tomorrow holds, but I eagerly await next year. I don’t want the immediate future. I don’t want the stress, the anxiety. I just want the reward. I don’t want this.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.14.2011 @ 8:29 pm


This was new. She looked at the reflection in the mirror, how it seemed to contort before her eyes. But she was so amazed. How she could see what the world saw, and then see what she saw. And it broke her heart more than most things in the world. It hurt more than being lovelorn, it hurt more than death. Because she still lived through it, every day, and she couldn’t deal with it. It broke her heart.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.12.2011 @ 12:45 pm


She could bounce back from anything awful or dreadful by societal standards. What she went through, others endured with a passion of agony. And she knew not why. She could walk away from a person and never see them again, with no remorse. She could break a heart and not even notice a snap. She was elastic, and that was her only pitfall.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.10.2011 @ 4:31 pm


They swerved down the road and it seemed endless, like a sense of infinity before them, in the form of a road and they had no idea where they were going and they did not care because it wasn’t going to be where they once were and that made them content and feel alive for once in their insignificant lives, where it seemed as though they were just blown dandelions.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.09.2011 @ 9:45 pm


Brick by boring brick. One by one, a wall was built. Between me and you. I didn’t know if we were doing this at the same time, as if we both wanted this, and at the same time, didn’t want this. But soon it was up, and we abandoned it. Just as we had abandoned each other.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.08.2011 @ 3:02 pm


She was blank. New. Where she was, no one knew. The way she walked, the way she spoke, was something no one had ever seen or heard before. And she basked in the glory of being a revolutionary. The way others would look at her, as if to say, “I want to be her someday.”

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.07.2011 @ 5:12 pm


The light went off in his head. The reason, the purpose, the answer, everything. A revelation of sorts. Thus he went his way, enlightened and proud. He kept this as a secret. A very deep secret, as if he was to cherish it and those who cared for it would not receive it. They were not worthy like he was. He was a proud, selfish, foolish man.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.06.2011 @ 5:17 pm


It was locked. The ardent wishes, every single dream. All put away in some safe, somewhere unknown. But it wasn’t that private, for he could see it’s existence in her eyes. And all he wanted to do, was to find the safe. Gain the key. Let her know that he was there. And he understood.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.05.2011 @ 11:57 am


The sun felt hot against her skin. The sweat, seemingly boiling and evaporating into thin air. The wind, warm like a winter heater. The concrete, presenting illusions from distances. This was her home. The desert. And all she wanted, all she really wanted, was to get away from it.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 08.02.2011 @ 9:49 pm


She stifled a laugh. A smirk emitted from her lips. She didn’t know if it was actually a good joke. She wasn’t paying attention to the people around her, who laughed heartily. And she quietly hoped that he wasn’t either. She only wanted to make him smile at her, to know that he was looking back at her too.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.28.2011 @ 11:46 am


“People like us, we stick together.” He gave a solemn look, as if to commemorate the moment. A squint of the eyes. A clench of fists. How easily they could say that. How easily they would shout it aloud. And then when the time came, they broke like a cheap rubber band.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.27.2011 @ 1:17 pm


What was she now, he wondered. The little girl’s feet patted against the hospital floor, her toes rose to see her now pale mother. And she smiled at the little girl she would never see grow up. She patted her “baby tummy,” for the child she would never see alive. And she smiled for them, rather than for her.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.23.2011 @ 11:29 pm


The pain seared through the veins, it pierced every vital organ in the body – it seemed. Nothing was spared, everything seemed to be in the midst of the brutality. Nothing was salvaged. Nothing. And he stood in the middle of it all, wondering where they went wrong. What did they do to endure so much pain.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.20.2011 @ 8:11 pm


He would shout it to the ends of the world. He would make fliers, design web sites, walk door to door. Just to tell them. Maybe they would listen. Maybe they would hear his cries. But they closed their ears. They threw away the fliers. They blocked the web sites. They shut the door in his face.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.19.2011 @ 1:50 pm


The world in his hands. The admiration of millions, billions. He smiled. The world sat in awe. He gave fear into the hearts of his followers. He gave love amongst them. He gave them hope, he gave them reasons to live, he gave them the world.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.18.2011 @ 11:35 am


She looked at how she attached herself to him. How they interpreted their steps. One step forward. Two steps forward. But no matter where they went, it seemed, they stuck together. And that was how she realized. That she needed freedom. That she wanted to step forward. Alone.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.17.2011 @ 8:46 pm


They tied the bow around her gown, and she smiled. This, she thought, is the greatest day of my life. Her inner voice boomed like an announcer, as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Something new. Check. Something old. Check. Something borrowed. Check. Something blue. Check. Time for the first day of the rest of her life.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.14.2011 @ 1:24 pm


She haunted every fiber of his being. He awoke with the smell of the coffee she made. He walked in the city with her right across the street. He worked with her over his shoulder, a faint smile on her face. He went home, with her opening the door. He went to sleep, yearning for her in his arms.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.12.2011 @ 8:54 pm


She told him that this was the last straw. He drank from a small flask, through a straw. He ignored it. He didn’t even have to look at her to know it wasn’t really anymore. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. He couldn’t look at her in the eyes, and know that the one was somewhere else, not next to him, not in love with him.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.11.2011 @ 7:05 pm


He stood there, the words sank in. She walked away. What was there left to say? He tugged at her arm, he pleaded. She tore away from his grasp, her walk faltered.

I didn’t mean it.

Of course.

» Posted By Joanne~ On 07.10.2011 @ 9:31 pm

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