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Pain is our master. I type this with my left hand, as the master of my body controls the use of my right. When will the slave be set free?
» Posted By La On 08.12.2019 @ 7:28 pm
Moosetracks was his favorite ice cream flavor. I knew a lot of little things about him… but none of the big things.
I didn’t know his last name or his hometown. I didn’t know what college he went to or his religion. But I knew that he liked hiking. I knew his salary range and his height. That’s the thing about online dating, I guess. It’s all surface level.
Little did I know, that was all about to change.
» Posted By La On 06.08.2015 @ 12:10 pm
mention her to me some time.
I like to remember
and I am an excellent
especially, things like this–
I forget anything like this
some day I’ll look back
and it’ll seem
everything we did, that is
» Posted By la On 11.18.2012 @ 5:09 pm
thinking is hard
and doing is hard, but
thinking is harder. Don’t you agree?
thinking is hard and
reading is hard
writing is hard
everything I do is really, really hard
there are a lot of reasons for why that’s true, you know
the least of them is my radical irresponsibility!
» Posted By la On 11.17.2012 @ 3:22 pm
she’s spent, and she’s
going, and maybe she’ll go
away soon. Away to
the place where the animals screech in the courtyards
and you and I sing of our
lost dreams, half lost only
because as long as a dream is
can’t you wish
oh god dammit I’ll stop with this dreaming, this dreaming is useless
» Posted By la On 11.10.2012 @ 11:26 am
the banks have power to eat your face, they love the feeling of torturing the youth. banking is fun only when you are old. torture is fun only when you are old. if you have a bank you are old.
» Posted By La On 08.14.2012 @ 10:39 am
thread, thick, thin, corse, silk, cotton, It can be used to sew a hole closed, or make a simple garmet more beautiful by embroidering it. It can be bright and stand out, or it can be the same and blend it, it comes in all textures and colours. Its beautiful, simple and elegent.
» Posted By La On 08.15.2011 @ 7:12 pm
i get so tempted to do things that might not be good for me. eat too much, study too little. i get impulses and i never really act on them because i’m afraid of what people would think. but i think it can be really easy to convince me to do something bad….
» Posted By la On 05.17.2011 @ 12:31 pm
the computer console of the game was os hard to understand that I amost threw it away. I wanted to lay the game but the game wouldnt work and I was getting angry. #Why wasnt it working it was kmew. I had just gotten it for hhg
» Posted By La On 05.10.2011 @ 1:38 pm
example? this is an example…. hmmm well that seems dumb. what does this do.
» Posted By la On 03.05.2011 @ 2:00 pm
it automatically ocurred to me that it was the only way out. i left behind all of my inhibitions and screamed at the top of my lungs, as if giving myself the needed push to rip open the door. the nail of my index finger flew off and splinters of wood scattered.
» Posted By la On 12.04.2010 @ 3:59 pm
What is a remark anyway? A comment? An observation? It can be offhand or very pointed, and can make or break a conversation. I don’t make these often, cause I’m afraid I will be wrong.
» Posted By LA On 06.07.2010 @ 9:28 pm
She touched the glass. She touched the mountains outside with her delicate fingers as they rushed by so quickly. She tried to grasp the passing scenery but she knew that was impossible and soon the train would take her chugging away and everything she had ever known would soon be out of reach.
» Posted By La On 06.01.2010 @ 8:52 am
They stood, glowing a perfect creamy white against the blue sky. The pillars were intricate and seemed out of place with their frilly roman styles in this urban landscape. However, the pillars were a part of the beautifully crafted school and they helped tie together the past, the present, and the future.
» Posted By La On 05.26.2010 @ 11:56 pm
He tied it to her tiny finger. Even at such a young age, he knew that the act was slightly morbid. But he gazed at her tiny pale face contrasting against the dark of the glossy box and he was wise beyond his years. Wiser, in fact than most people would be after a whole lifetime. Overcome with emotions so strong a tiny boy his age should never experience, he tied the final knot tight in the string and finally felt comforted, knowing that wherever she may be, it would let her know there is something she shouldn’t forget.
» Posted By La On 05.25.2010 @ 2:54 pm
Her skin on his. Dark on light. Ebony on ivory.
The hues in their skin clash almost as much as their personalities clash.
And they know they shouldn’t be together, because of this and many other reasons.
But right here, right now it doesn’t matter. And they are lost in love in a world where black no longer clashes with white, but where they melt together and fade into a million beautiful shades of grey.
» Posted By La On 05.24.2010 @ 5:30 pm
They always told him to shoot for the moon. They always told him that if he missed he would land among the stars. But that just didn’t happen. And truthfully, he believed that not even the swiftest, most powerful rocketship could get him out of this mess of a place.
» Posted By La On 05.23.2010 @ 11:53 am
It glowed and lit up the water as if it was trying to show the girl the secrets underneath the still, dark surface of the slowly moving waters.
She loved the shiny glow of the lantern upon glassy darkness, but she knew that not even this brilliant shimmering would show her the way to what was truly beneath.
» Posted By La On 05.22.2010 @ 11:20 am
She yells at me. I listen.
I want her to know.
That I will be the one to be there for her.
And since there is no wind, I run as fast as I can. I just want to pull that kite up from dragging through the dirt and into the sky because it is so beautiful that it deserves to be there.
I tell her this, but I do not tell her that I’m being ambiguous.
» Posted By La On 05.20.2010 @ 2:31 pm
It drifted away from the grasp of her fingers but, carefree, she didn’t mind.
The balloon floated into the heavens, joining the white, puffy cotton candy clouds. And as it soared, she couldn’t help but to tell him that it represented her, floating higher and happier than ever before.
» Posted By La On 05.19.2010 @ 2:53 pm
Kids everywhere delight in the bright colors and fun of playing with balloons. Helium filled and ready to float, these toys attract attention with their temporary color and party tone. Early memories of summer fun always sonsist of a balloon!
» Posted By La On 05.19.2010 @ 1:34 pm
what my sisters spanish teacher called her. beautiful. toni morrison. animals. i love you, you are my life. red hearts. red velvet. you are beautiful. i want to hold you in my arms forever and ever and drink tea with you during a thunderstorm.
» Posted By la On 03.29.2009 @ 5:55 pm
tape is amazing. really. it’s sticky, and it sticks things together. for example: if you had broken a shoelace…just tape it! am i right? tape can also be other things, like police “caution” tape, or a VCR “tape”…but none of them quite compares to adhesive beaitiful sticky clear tape. it solves all of the worlds problems. a crack in world peace? tape it back together!
» Posted By La On 03.24.2009 @ 10:53 pm
the un general. the things that people nit pick about. the difficulties arrise here. we pick things about outselves to change. specific things.. no goals.. with goals the specifics fall into place. attitudes and ideals.
» Posted By la On 03.16.2009 @ 11:32 pm
turning slowly, he saw her, trailing behind along the path they were both walking.
Light was fading from the sky as the sun set into the clouds. Life was fading slowly from them both. Days and days of walking had left them exhausted.
and one look into her eyes told him everything. once blue, now colourless, he gazed into pools of mercury. she was fading fast.
» Posted By la On 09.21.2009 @ 5:46 pm
she yelled loudly, almost a scream. the car was coming straight up them and henry hadn’t seen it until she let out her mighty wail. swerving frantically, he pulled over to the side of the road.
her breathing was heavy. oh she was angry.
» Posted By la On 09.20.2009 @ 4:44 pm
the wax melted slowly, out of the candle, across the table, down the wall. slowly melting. slowly.
the rain poured down hard, over the rooftops, through the gaping holes, across the table, down the wall. pouring heavily
» Posted By la On 09.19.2009 @ 10:08 pm
he held my hand gently
guided me through the fields
past the daisies
under the sun
into a future unknown
but hoped for with great anticipation
yes he held my hand
» Posted By la On 09.19.2009 @ 5:10 am
i hold the paintbrush gently. it is my words, my expression, my story. it speaks for me now. i mean, it always had, my paintings always spoke more than i ever could. but when words no longer form in my mouth, it now has to do all the talking.
and i have so much left to say.
» Posted By la On 09.17.2009 @ 5:53 pm
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I sit in the corner with my robotic friend and ask why I have entered the institution. I turn and see a tear of oil fall from my robot’s eyes and I cry along side my only friend.
» Posted By LA On 09.12.2009 @ 12:45 pm