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distant

The fog rose in the distance as the moon slowly rose in the sky. I had become accustomed to the sight. The eerie glow of the moon against the clouds felt like home.

» Posted By MG On 06.20.2015 @ 5:14 pm

sterile

Ambling around the park, I stopped motionless as I saw him again in 5 months. I went sterile but my hammering chest and my magnified vision of him with eyes filled with an orgy of sensation at her. He never looked at me with such fondness. Trying to inveigle myself that it bears no effect in me, waves of unbridled pain washed over as light wintry breeze brushed past.

» Posted By Mg On 04.18.2014 @ 5:55 am

rocker

And even if everyday it’s there I still feel the same nostalgia running whenever I see it. All there’s left is this rocker with its bleak color as old as time. It even outlasted her. As I rock myself back and forth, memories come to life like an old roll of film playing backwards. I close my eyes as tears fall down. I miss her. No. I refuse to believe the rocker is all there is left. I have our memories. And as long as I have it, she lives. […]

» Posted By Mg On 05.15.2013 @ 6:56 pm

shoulder

Even now every cell in my body still tremble in horror. “It’s a beautiful night” he said when I feel his warm, soft hands gently caressing my face reassuring me. My lip curls-up in a smile knowing I couldn’t be any safer than being beside him. Cold breeze brushes my face as I lean my head against his shoulder; I feel serenity. The night entirely blankets the sky with glinting stars hanging freely. I slowly closed my eyes until everything turned pitch black. It is beautiful night indeed.

» Posted By Mg On 05.15.2013 @ 5:39 am

listening

Listening is important to me because I feel as though it helps me learn about the world and step by step I come to terms with the reality surrounding me. Talking is important too though, because I feel like when I am expressing my thoughts and opinions on matters I learn more about myself as well. And essentially, I think i create my own reality thorough my thoughts, so listening only enhances it.

» Posted By Mg On 03.24.2013 @ 1:06 pm

game

this is all a little game. everything. life. love. happiness. the rule is not to win, just simply don’t lose. not losing at life is easy. not losing at happiness is easy. love is the tricky one. failure is far too high when it comes to love.

» Posted By mg On 12.18.2012 @ 10:03 pm

You play the game but it’s never the same. Memories running through your brain as you fall to blame. You have no choice but to call it a day.

» Posted By MG On 12.18.2012 @ 6:35 pm

substances

They take up space and are our resources. We use them to attach things to other things – like hearts and minds. We eat them. Drink them. We pull them out of dark places and use them to create other substances. They are building blocks. They occupy space and make us whole.

» Posted By MG On 08.08.2012 @ 4:31 pm

dozen

there are a dozen eggs in the carton which makes for four 3 egg omelettes. You may not have a two egg omelette. you may not substitute bagel for toast. you may not have anything but a 3 egg omelette on toast. A dozen eggs makes for four omelettes; therefore, four of you may have breakfast, no more and no less.

» Posted By MG On 01.06.2012 @ 2:58 pm

plague

President bush is a plague to humanity and he was the incarnation of that terrible sickness for the whole of humanity. Hope the american people can be cured from the plague and its officials, the republican of today.

» Posted By mg On 07.12.2011 @ 7:57 pm

montage

Montage your body stands
montage of your looks in my brain
make me go insane
filled with happiness i am because of the montage of you.

life can be made up of a montage only u can fill it.
I always pray for an image of my future life but God has already set me up Heres the montage.

» Posted By MG On 06.01.2011 @ 8:28 am

deer

john keats,
poetry,
deer
bambi
to be someone’s dear
I fear.
It cannot be done.
Not for me,
you see i am a deer.
a fawn,
a fox,
and no fun.
I’ve looked into the sun.

» Posted By mg On 04.13.2010 @ 10:30 pm

sidewalk

the sidewalk slinks next to the road like a little sister, like the farmhouse next to the castle. but it’s the place i’d rather walk.

» Posted By MG On 12.12.2008 @ 12:09 pm

reserved

I am not reserved. I like to be outgoing and spontaneous. I hate people who think I am reserved because I like to spend time by myself. I enjoy the company of others when I want it and I only enjoy their company when they aren’t being mean and vindictive. I hate those kinds of people.

» Posted By mg On 07.06.2009 @ 9:18 am

gentle

Your lips against mine after a long week without you. My darling, my only. Let me feel that every day.

» Posted By MG On 10.28.2008 @ 11:58 pm

bulb

the little bulb grew, and soon it became a flower, voluptuous in its ostentatious beauty, almost begging to be picked up and snatched from its earthen, moist home, and carried away and stuck in a plastic, dollar-store vase for a few minutes before some 81-year old person presses it in the pages of a dictionary.

» Posted By MG On 10.18.2008 @ 7:00 pm

flight

flight, in the upper clouds,
why come tumbling down when you can stay up forever, floating, effortless…
desire is not reality, and you fall down, and it is epic, epic like a mountain splitting in two, epic like fire, epic like life, but you’ve lost life and all is lost and you’ve lost,
flight.

» Posted By MG On 10.12.2008 @ 9:41 am

hill

the hill the wind the everlasting wind, blowing over a solitary grave
what is it for?
i think not of what has been but of what will become of it, and how i will become it. i dream, i wish, i hope, i die.

» Posted By MG On 10.05.2008 @ 10:28 am

wildflower

wildflower.

» Posted By MG On 09.14.2008 @ 10:36 am

listen

the river screams with life. the trees rustle anxiously

» Posted By mg On 05.01.2008 @ 8:52 am

latch

latch onto my heart and sink the
one, two, three, thump thump thump. NyQuil gel capsules for a cold.

» Posted By mg On 01.11.2010 @ 4:42 pm

stack

stacks of clothes
stacks of books
stacks of music

stacks of ugly betty episodes in my stomach
and why oh why won’t I just pick up my violin and play.

stack piles of guilt and cheesecake leftovers.

» Posted By mg On 12.31.2009 @ 12:54 pm

certain

certain is nothing, only death

» Posted By MG On 11.03.2009 @ 7:57 am

dial

the phone blipped my number entered on the dial.
one time she answered
i coughed and hit ‘end’
the love will never stop
but the calls should

» Posted By mg On 12.09.2009 @ 9:05 pm

alignment

everything is aligned together and everything is apart what else shall i write about alignment i don’t know i think that i could teach the free write this way but what else could i use this for?

» Posted By mg On 12.20.2009 @ 2:44 pm

flour

cookies pancakes with chocolate chips. chips. sticky pizza, flour falling, hands, in your eyes, flour.

» Posted By mg On 10.10.2009 @ 9:48 am

sprinklers

We used to jump through them in the summertime. Clothes and all. Mal and Stac and Kate. Sometimes we put them under the trampoline, other times it was the homemade slip and slide.

And then came the responsibility of watering the grass.

» Posted By mg On 10.08.2009 @ 1:54 pm

recorder

the instrument that squeaks when you’re in fourth grade and all the school can afford is a plastic lute.

the documenter, the person behind the camera, the voice reading over a machine, the beginning of deciding who gets what.

» Posted By mg On 10.07.2009 @ 9:54 am

dial

time is ticking, the dial is running

what about those old phones where you turn the dial for each number?

each number becomes significant.

911

who is your emergency contact?

» Posted By mg On 10.21.2009 @ 9:15 pm

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