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seaside

She look at him. The sea? We are going to Brighton? I’ve always wanted to spend the holidays seaside. I feared I would never be able to do that at my age. She rose from her chair, with great difficulty, and walked over to him and gave him a kiss.

» Posted By Leslie On 03.14.2019 @ 2:26 pm

invest

I have nothing to invest . Certainly nothing to invest in this hair-brained, get rich quick scheme. Why do people fall for these things? Is that difficult to sniff out a scam? It seems pretty obvious to me that a Nigerian prince isn’t going to contact you.

» Posted By Leslie On 03.12.2019 @ 1:52 pm

I’ve put so much into this relationship. Invested time. Money. Love. Tears. But I still feel empty. Is it me? Did I invest too much? How could I have done anything else?

» Posted By Leslie On 03.11.2019 @ 8:11 am

birth

Birth. Death. In between. The raw numbers of our lives are meaningless. What happens between the two dates is all that matters. When will people finally get that?

» Posted By Leslie On 03.08.2019 @ 9:08 am

jumping

I’ve been jumping around from task to task, not ever concentrating on what really needs to happen. It’s almost like the act of focusing will tear me to pieces. So I jump. I flit. I get no thrill.

» Posted By Leslie On 03.05.2019 @ 7:47 am

grim

The GRIM! He stands behind Harry. Ron’s eyes widen. Little did they know that, rather than being something horrible, the Grim was actually Sirius. A bit flea-bitten, but still loveable.

» Posted By Leslie On 03.04.2019 @ 11:30 am

dryer

Where do the socks go? The german shepherd sock is now lost amongst the lint in the dryer, I think. Is there an alternative dimension, perhaps a worm hole, in the center of the dryer that takes them? I wish I could find the sock. I love that sock. Just like I love the shepherd.

» Posted By leslie On 02.28.2019 @ 1:08 pm

scooter

scooter, move over. I wanna be a kid again. But then I don’t. because kids don’t really know the real world. Maybe that’s a good thing. To be cluless, have everything be new. To have so much hope inside. Old or young, you’re still you.

» Posted By leslie On 05.06.2016 @ 2:17 am

forest

A little boy was lost in the forest
No where to go and no where to hide
Climbing through the trees
He never found his way back home

» Posted By Leslie On 11.01.2015 @ 9:33 pm

rifle

Does rifle mean gun?
Hurting someone?
What is this word?
Can it be violence or something else
What is the meaning of this
Something that means problem

» Posted By Leslie On 10.30.2015 @ 8:08 pm

prefer

I prefer being alone. I prefer happiness over sadness. I prefer passion over ambivalence. I prefer understanding over anger. I prefer to be heard.

» Posted By Leslie On 10.26.2015 @ 8:31 am

proof

It’s a sad thing when your own identity is like a stranger to you
It’s puzzling when your own existence puzzles you more than your mother
It’s strange that I need proof of my own existence in order to be able to function like everyone else

» Posted By Leslie On 07.29.2015 @ 12:15 am

Proof. That was all that mattered anymore. Not real, human emotions. Just statistical facts that are sent through file reports and emails. Nothing really matters anymore, or even exists, really. The truth is out there, and proof is the only thing that’ll get us there

» Posted By Leslie On 07.29.2015 @ 12:13 am

weather

Cold and drizzly, the rain poured outside of the house, creating a pounding noise like a heartbeat on the window. The thunder accented it perfectly, making the girl jump out of bed and jolt awake. She didn’t want to listen to the thunderstorm, but she had no choice, for Zeus had woken up, and was not happy.

» Posted By Leslie On 05.25.2015 @ 7:32 pm

elevator

As soon as the elevator began to move, she slumped back into the corner of the wall, hands clasping the wall as she sighed in relief. Her troubles were falling 2, 3, 4 floors beneath her and she wished fro them to stay there.

» Posted By Leslie On 12.30.2013 @ 7:05 pm

sundried

Tomatoes in the pasta in spooning into flat platters, open mouths and wriggling tongues jumping to catch every last oily drop that sits on their teeth and spins out rainbows like raindrops on blades of grass, just before they suck them down and gulp happily, gaping their mouths for more.

» Posted By Leslie On 08.09.2013 @ 7:41 am

worthwhile

I just wanted to be worthwhile. I wanted to feel like you cared about me genuinely, unadultured love. And I couldn’t even get a second glance from you. And I was supposed to be your fiance.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t.

» Posted By Leslie On 08.07.2013 @ 3:23 pm

polite

On the outside, she had always been polite, decent, modest, well-dressed, so damn nice. And it was eating her up from the inside out.
She wanted to listen to horrible music, pierce somethign other than her ears and date the perpetually stoned boy that was in her music appreciation class. She was tired of ballet, she was tired of school, and she was tired of everyone.
God, she needed a cigarette.

» Posted By Leslie On 07.19.2013 @ 6:21 pm

balloon

Balloons. Wow aren’t they grand? and so versatile. You can have one giant one that take you into the air or a million strapped to a lawn chair or to the top of an animated house to launch you into the sky.

» Posted By Leslie On 06.28.2013 @ 7:39 pm

barren

The barren womb is often considered a type of curse. The barren desert breeds no life.

» Posted By Leslie On 05.31.2013 @ 10:06 pm

flour

flour fun
sex in the kitchen
leaving evidence
allover the counters
taste testing your sweet pie
taking my time
sipping on your sweet sticky
syrupy goodness
hoping i have room left
for seconds

» Posted By leslie On 04.06.2013 @ 4:30 pm

leathery

The leathery skinned iguana slid into the crawlspace at the end of the tunnel, narrowly escaping the screeching tourist children. They know not what they do, but the iguana knows.

» Posted By Leslie On 02.21.2013 @ 2:53 pm

soil

Death and life are in the soil. You plant and you bury. Flowers and weeds are in the soil. You prune, uproot, and harvest. The soil is but an oxymoron. Its significance for one, differs in its significance for another. It is fickle. Soil can be fertile or futile. It holds no prejudice.

» Posted By Leslie On 12.28.2012 @ 1:58 pm

fresh

thats how i want to feel. there is so much animosity in my life and one of these days i just want to wake up feeling reFRESHed, content and ready to take on anything life has to offer. Don’t get me wrong, I have life pretty good. I’m just waiting for that spark and freshness to happen for me.

» Posted By Leslie On 10.10.2012 @ 5:23 pm

signs

There were a million of them when I looked into your eyes… all the signs… and the truths I couldn’t ignore when you were there and I was there and I couldn’t stop looking. So, I ran away. I ran far away, because it’s what I was used to doing… I wish you knew me when it wasn’t just this I was comfortable with, but much worse.

» Posted By Leslie On 10.01.2012 @ 10:16 pm

miracle

Life itself. A splash of bonding and connectivity between humans and/or oneself involved in the universe spiritually,physically,emotionally,mentally.

» Posted By Leslie On 09.03.2012 @ 9:39 pm

texture

Texture is the most amazing dance company run by the most amazing man. I want to be in Texture when I grow up. It’s all I want, ever. Like actually though. If there’s one thing that will fulfill my needs in life it will be getting a job with Texture.

» Posted By Leslie On 09.01.2012 @ 10:08 pm

darlings

My darlings are little angels
though they are not mine
they hold a precious spot in my heart
not many have been there or even seen it
but there they reside forever glowing pieces
of my existence
forever mine in heart and mind

» Posted By Leslie On 08.30.2012 @ 4:00 pm

banks

well something to do with money. where people to go deposite and withdrawl. its not all that great really. i feel like its a scam to get in my pants…. pockets that is.

» Posted By Leslie On 08.13.2012 @ 7:06 pm

principal

She sits in her office. Pompous and proud. Snooty and strong. Who knows her worries, really? Walk around the office and smell her old woman smell. Mystery life she lives.

» Posted By Leslie On 07.29.2012 @ 6:22 pm

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