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pointed

I pointed at the ski and realized i was an infinite part of the universe, but my mother yelled at me and said it was impolite to point. So i pointed at myself realizing I was also an important part of the universe too

» Posted By mb On 09.05.2016 @ 11:02 am

dissolve

Her fear did not dissolve. It was there like a stone intruding her airways, shaking her from the ground up to her five foot frame. If I run he’ll follow, if I stay he’ll kill me. She didn’t run, not at first. She looked to Wendy to her drawn face. Their history was not a happy one. She turned toward the crowd, gather like ducks around a pond, hard to slice through, harder to kill.

» Posted By MB On 05.08.2015 @ 4:43 pm

eleven

When I was eleven everything was so simple. I had her in my life. She made every harsh word that a bully said or every cut that I got from falling disappear, because she was there. She healed every wound, every heart break, and every disappointment just by smiling. Man her smile. Her side smirk flipped my bad day into a great day. Don’t even get me started about her hugs, her hugs had this magical power that can make every bad thing go away. I would do anything to hear her voice again. Just to hear a simple “It’s gonna be okay dear”. I’d give anything to go back to being eleven. I miss you Nana.

» Posted By MB On 11.19.2014 @ 12:11 am

single

moving target down the way
who knew that there would be only one of them.
not two.
just one.
sluicing down the dogrun, snow stinging my eyes.
saw it all.
didn’t see any of it.
leaving out the crowd, there was only me.
and them.
i didn’t know it would be like this.
but here it was.
never before, never since.

» Posted By MB On 04.06.2014 @ 4:23 pm

now

i am sitting in my bedroom on stumble upon.com it is 11:28pm right now. now is ranslated to ahora in spanish. I really should be asleep now but I am not. Now is this singular moment, and every millisecond there is a new now. Now is an illusion of time.

» Posted By mb On 12.26.2012 @ 8:31 pm

hearing

You start to hear the nuances of the language after a few months. The tones and lilts hat previously evaded you come to light and you are entered into a new realm of comprehension. All you have to do is listen and what didn’t appeal becomes familiar.

» Posted By MB On 05.03.2012 @ 8:11 pm

separate

Separate people, separate lives bought together under a rice coloured sky in a heat and humidity where things ferment faster than elsewhere. No expectations, no promise but the potential for two tracks to merge invites fanciful thoughts.
Separate personalities, a Gemini, inner and outer self, social and a loner, a God and a Devil. Who’ve I got today?

» Posted By MB On 05.02.2012 @ 9:42 pm

maze

I walked through the maze. It was dark, confusing, and disorienting. Walls were mirrors, corners were inevitable. Damn you maze. I’m so lost.

» Posted By MB On 02.13.2012 @ 10:57 am

plans

Plans – everyone has them, but no one does. I sometimes plan, not enought actually. I’ve had really good plans and I’ve had not so good plans. I’ve wondered why I don’t like planning – I like executing a plan and concluding a plan, but maybe I don’t plan because i don’t like where its going? You can plan too much just as easy as not planning enough.

» Posted By MB On 01.25.2012 @ 9:52 am

stem

things come from this like the water based therum of flowers. Don’t you think that the sticky liquid from a plant is similar to that of cum? therefore do plants love getting broken? its an interesting thought thats no doubt wrong but this is a really

» Posted By mb On 07.05.2011 @ 3:43 pm

painted

The painted kitchen floor was peeling from years of little feet running in circles around the island. Mom often thought of refinishing the floor, but what would be the point now?

» Posted By mb On 06.07.2011 @ 6:23 am

plaid

Plaid is fun and wild on the Scottish moors. Bagpipes playing and kilts blowing in the winds. Simmer picnics with fresh fruit and ants marching across the blanket. It is colorful and wild, crazy and fun.

» Posted By MB On 06.06.2011 @ 9:21 am

tempted

temped is not true in the valley
where it lays
at your feet
nibbled at

» Posted By MB On 05.17.2011 @ 1:15 pm

bones

Make no bones about it, they say. What does that even mean? Maybe it’s silly to always question what it is that we’re saying when we say something, but how many times have I let words slip out of my mouth before realizing exactly what they might mean to the other person. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounds,” people say. Well, how did you mean it? And why didn’t it sound that way? Because people fail to consider just what the words they’re saying might mean.

» Posted By MB On 05.11.2011 @ 11:58 am

console

She wanted to console her friend, but she didn’t know how to go about it. She knew that Sarah had gone through so much, so where to begin? Should she hug her? let her cry? talk to her. revealing such a big secret was hard for Sarah.

» Posted By MB On 05.10.2011 @ 10:49 pm

endless

endless gone I’ve
gone let go
less dawn
than less days done

» Posted By mb On 01.21.2011 @ 1:49 am

boa

the boa constrictor became bloated. that mouse was just too big. his stomach hurt. how would he be able to survive if he couldn’t move? this was going to be bad, he just knew it. he shouldn’t have eaten that last mouse. oh no..

» Posted By mb On 12.18.2010 @ 8:03 am

made

Hmmm. I feel made tonight. What should we use as the meaning for the word made? As in, tired? Sexy? Fucked up? Well, more like, drunk? Nah, that wouldn’t be a good one. How about, “Dude, I totally made tonight.” That would mean getting some booty.

» Posted By MB On 07.28.2010 @ 1:48 pm

maid

So the maid is buffing the tables. Then in walks her master. He walks right up to her and slaps her in the face. She curtsies nicely and says, “Thank you sir,” and then leaves. His wife walks in, and asks to see his palm. She sees the red mark, kisses him, packs her bags, and leaves.

» Posted By MB On 07.27.2010 @ 8:08 pm

strung

I’m strung up on ambition Bill Hader Saturday Night Live, all of these things. What am I really going after? Do I want to write for a living? Of course. Do I want to do it for the right reasons? Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?

» Posted By MB On 07.26.2010 @ 6:50 pm

half

Half a dozen eggs is half a dozen too many for me. I don’t eat eggs. I find them difficult to make and even more difficult to keep. Also, getting things ready to make eggs to time consuming. I had a dream last night that I was writing a sketch about eggs. It was this woman from Brooklyn. She told her daughter that they didn’t eat eggs in her house because they were vegetarians. Even the cat couldn’t drink cow’s milk.

» Posted By MB On 07.25.2010 @ 5:48 pm

complete

I feel complete every time I write something amazing. It’s kind of incredible, really, to think about the power of writing. This will be my first time doing this WebSite. I want to be funny, I want to be witty. I feel the most complete when I can write things that make people laugh. I want to laugh.

» Posted By MB On 07.24.2010 @ 3:05 pm

fireflies

fireflies and cigarette smoke are the only memories I have of my father. now that we live in florida, we don’t even get the fireflies. I’ve been thinking about quitting smoking.

» Posted By MB On 04.30.2010 @ 8:57 pm

balcony

fall beam me up and ride into the clouds i love a free ride birds of paradise swoop romeo oh romeo wherefore art thou romeo sudden impact freedom

» Posted By MB On 05.11.2009 @ 7:22 am

sombre

serious and quite. a serious mood with facial expressions or little color, body language

» Posted By mb On 07.17.2008 @ 7:56 am

gallery

galeria, rustic, ancient, gothic, modern, engineerind, dimensions in which we get lost, the art in which we discover, the life that we seek, but cannot have, only in art is it possible.

» Posted By MB On 08.09.2009 @ 11:38 pm

tiled

as she kneels down
clutching her stomach in agony
she lays her cheeck down
upon the cool, tiled floor
as everything fades to black

» Posted By mb On 07.31.2009 @ 9:15 am

drive

what drives him to do this?
to hide the emotions so evident

waves of melancholy lap up
from him onto my small island of bliss

soon to be obliterated by the heart
stopping
for lonely desire

» Posted By mb On 07.29.2009 @ 11:24 am

i walked on the dusty gravel
crunching underneath my feet
i go and pick it out
it’s perfect and it’s mine
and the first time i drive
in my car
i ride with only him
holding my hand

» Posted By mb On 07.28.2009 @ 5:50 am

infant

he clutched my hand
with his wrinkled one
he weezed his last wish
into my ear
so open to anything he asked
all he wanted though
was to hold my baby girl
and his grand daughter
one last time

» Posted By mb On 07.27.2009 @ 4:22 pm

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