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sitting. sweating as i look ahead. i look down at what seems to be my arm. hair sitting up straight. i’m pushing the wheel, trying to steer but can’t seem to move.

» Posted By macha On 11.26.2018 @ 8:45 am


A look. The way he ends his sentences. A spark in his eyes, it’s something, but I cant tell what. It crawls under my skin, tickles my fantasy, mysterious really is the way to be. Live in someting, a space, a place where words admit to their defeat. All is left is a feeling, a sweet taste of misery.

» Posted By macha On 04.12.2016 @ 11:18 am


One day I was walking down the street and I saw a blind man. He was walking slowly, with a poised and perhaps dissapointed look on his face. I decided to walk up to him in order to observe him better. As I got closer, I notce that he had a deck of cards in his hands. For a reason that remains obscur to this day, he knew that I was nearing him. He greeted me with a smile, and asked me to pick a card out of the deck. After putting it back somewhere in the middle, the old man asked me ”did you ever think I could find the card?”
“well, was it wrong of me to assume so?” I replied. He turned his face directly towards me, almost as if he could see me. “I am inept at finding that card young man, but I was still capable of making you dream.”

» Posted By Macha On 08.09.2015 @ 7:49 am


Hand tangled in her hair. She could remember the first time it happened, when their lips were sticking together, the warmth of their breath creating a comfortably envigorating chemistry between them. He would gently rub his hand on her face, before running his fingers through her hair. He runs his fingers through her hair, but today its different. He rolls his hand into a fist, and drags her across the hardwood floor of the room while she screams.

» Posted By Macha On 07.13.2015 @ 5:55 pm


I scanned my brain, searching for a parcel of empathy, for an impression of feeling… for any real spark of emotion. There was nothing.

» Posted By Macha On 07.12.2015 @ 4:53 pm


Who can tell him what to do? If I imagine the place I want to be in, the touch I am to be given, how can anyone ever feel free? Everyone needs to feel like their thoughts, their heart-felt words come from within, from a place where in reality, no one else can ever be a jury.

» Posted By Macha On 07.09.2015 @ 7:50 pm


I sat down alone. All I could do was stare at the white wall in front of me. No pictures, no frames, just the emptiness. It was the perfect sight, At that precise moment I felt like I understood what was going on, where my life was headed. Or what I didn’t need anymore. In that instant, I knew I would be enough.

» Posted By Macha On 05.24.2015 @ 5:10 pm


The tables were turned. For the first time he could feel the coldness travelling through his veins. He could cringe at the feeling he had brought upon so many others before him, without thinking twice about it. Now the tables were turned. He was feeling it…he had lost his power and he could never get it back.

» Posted By Macha On 05.03.2015 @ 4:44 pm


After having been left in the dark all these years, strangers to ourselves we had become. All that had happenned kept on dragging us back to square one, we were unable to gain the strenght to move forward. Pressed against the walls of this hollow descent, we were waiting for the day when we would become talented climbers.

» Posted By Macha On 05.02.2015 @ 9:23 am


I would be lying on a secluded beach, feeling the warm breeze against my skin. I would cuddle with a loved one under the starry sky, be holding hands while glaring at the immense sky above. This immensity reminds us of how small we are, and how irrelevant it is to be stressed in the vastness of our universe.

» Posted By Macha On 03.25.2015 @ 7:00 pm


In this santuary, I lay my hands on the ground, feel its pulse, it’s movements…I tremble with the space around me, become one with every atom surronding my body. I push myself forward and back, I strech to the end of time and space, till I silence the voices and lies inside my head…I just am.

» Posted By Macha On 03.25.2015 @ 7:48 am


Like any good salesman, he looked her in the eyes. Propping his hands up in a descriptive manner, he gestured through space, spreading the air as his wavy movements captured her vision. In the end, all she heard was his salespitch; after this, you will be beautiful.

» Posted By Macha On 03.19.2015 @ 8:07 pm


As I layed in my bed, my big, lonely, purple plump bed, all I could think about was him. The way he looked at me, the sensation his lips left on mine, the touch of his warm hands on my skin. The television screen was black, but I knew that the power was on. I could tell by that imperceptible noise, that ripping, sharp wave of a sound that shattered against my skull and made my though whirl around to the point of sickening me. I leaned over, grabbed the controller, and pressed power. That was probably the only thing I could grasp.

» Posted By Macha On 03.16.2015 @ 8:12 pm


Funny how the time we had together has fled…I learned that it doesn’t take much to break something beautiful.

» Posted By Macha On 08.29.2014 @ 1:41 pm


How is it that you’re supposed to move on from something that tore you apart? It’s the impossible thing, or so it seems…and through the beams of light, it continuously alows the darkness to creep up on you. It’s just plain difficult.

» Posted By Macha On 08.13.2014 @ 3:19 pm


Discovering that someone had an illness is a very strange feeling. It is a diminishing of every daily negative emotion we have about our lives, a readjustment of perspective. Ill people make us feel more alive than we ever knew how to be without them,and therefore teach us that we all have a lesson to learn through the challenges we face.

» Posted By Macha On 08.12.2014 @ 8:41 am


I don’t like the word mature. Never liked it, never will. I did love the way you we’re not good enough for me, the way your jokes made me laugh and how simple I felt around you. When I learned who you really were, it really broke me. All my weaknesses came out but only to then find my strenght. I hope I can learn to fogive you, for me, but the way you handle your problems is way too juvenile, way too painful for me.

» Posted By Macha On 03.03.2014 @ 5:23 pm


Waking up. This feeling of a thousand pounds pushing down on my chest. Even before I fully open my eyelids, my hands…they’re already shaking. The anticipation of the heavy and crushing dialogue that’s to come is cutting my breath short, my lungs’ aren’t large enough. Today our love will end and I cannot take it. I will never forget that morning and I will always wish it never happened.

» Posted By Macha On 02.12.2014 @ 6:50 pm


I put on my dark blue denim jacket. Anything can happen tonight. Like a blanket, covering me up, the thick and stiff blue fabric will provide me with an unshakable sense of confidence. Don’t be surprised that I wear it everyday.

» Posted By Macha On 11.10.2013 @ 6:30 am


Does time flee? Or do we just waste our time. We have been granted with the same amount of seconds than any other great Man. But there’s just never enought time.

» Posted By Macha On 10.21.2013 @ 11:53 am


Standing still, in between all these moving cars, eyes closed and breathing deeply. I’m not sure why I’m standing here, but it feels right. Always alone, surrounded by fast and careless things, I don’t want to be here anymore. Wish they could stampede over me.

» Posted By Macha On 10.16.2013 @ 9:46 am


He lingered upon the mountain top. From a distance, he could see the monstrous silhouettes that he so longed to avoid. ”Beware of the creatures!” he yelled at his followers; for he was responsible for their lives and the outcome of their adventure.

» Posted By Macha On 03.21.2013 @ 8:52 pm


I’ve been thinking. I feel stuck in a box. A stupid, rigid, impossible box. How am I supposed to make sense of this existence? Why can’t I want more than that shitty little existense that we settle for, a house, a car, kids. Working jobs that we hate… for what? I feel like it’s the eternal question. Is it so wrong to long for something more? Maybe I’m just a naive and delusional.

» Posted By Macha On 03.13.2013 @ 11:55 am


I got up on the trembling terrain. In front of me the powerful rays of light were penetrating me with an invigorating force. It’s doors opened and I just stood there , frozen and blind.

» Posted By Macha On 03.09.2013 @ 6:27 pm


I found that I was standing in a crowd. The music was overwhelmingly loud. Everyone around me was there, jumping up and down, opening there mouths to make sounds that I would never here. In this universal chaos, in the middle of everyone blissfully intoxicated by the sounds, all I could make out of the whole thing was his signals.

» Posted By Macha On 03.07.2013 @ 10:27 am


There he was. I saw him and everything seemed clear. All the thoses events were unfolding in front of me, I finally got it. It was a lamb to the slaughter. And I was the lamb.

» Posted By Macha On 03.04.2013 @ 8:40 pm


Enslavement had been slowly instilled into their minds. They understood love, but forgot how to express it. Their emotions were transformed into blind gratitude for a dangerous and overpowering oligarchy.

» Posted By Macha On 03.02.2013 @ 8:58 pm


There she was. At the bottom of the hill, lurking. Her eyes were filled with hatred, the kind that is rarely seen. It is almost as if I could see white foam coming out of her mouth, in the ways of an aggressive dog. And then, she conjured it.

» Posted By Macha On 03.02.2013 @ 6:46 am

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