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stolen

The watch was stolen from well. Well, I suppose it technically was taken from me. After all, you can’t really steal something that’s stolen. Pretty sure that’s a thing. Or maybe it isn’t? Stream of conscious

» Posted By Mal On 09.30.2013 @ 9:46 pm

himself

My daddy brother my boyfriend. How they view them selves. What they think they are worthy of, who would they be if they were alone And no one else exist? If I ever have a kid, what will he be like?? Who is HE….a question every man should ask himself….

» Posted By Mal On 11.30.2012 @ 8:56 pm

arts

playfully turning, minds rightway in and inside about. delicious as ice cream, smooth like yoghurt. moving seemlessly beyond now. imagine.

» Posted By mal On 11.14.2012 @ 11:38 am

assaults

Assaults. Actions against someone, actions intended to harm. There are so many kinds of assaults; assaults against the body, the type that leave bruises and scars; assaults on the mind, the ones that make you doubt yourself and everything you think you know; assaults on the spirit, the ones that never leave you.

» Posted By Mal On 08.08.2012 @ 8:04 am

puncture

Puncture: to break into something. Like skin. You might puncture your finger. Or maybe you might puncture the seal of something. You could puncture someone’s heart; not fully broken, just punctured. Maybe all of us are punctured; just a little bit broken, hardly noticeable, but the puncture is still there. Punctures in anything are nearly invisible – they are such small holes that one could go almost forever without noticing it. But there is something in the word “puncture,” something sharp and dangerous, that hints at a puncture being painful. You would feel a puncture; it would be small but it would be deep. It would be quick to pull itself out (whatever it was that was puncturing you) but the memory would remain.

» Posted By Mal On 08.07.2012 @ 5:38 am

dare

I dare my self to write this in 60 seconds, but I cannot take the challenge, my fingers move slowly, I hesitate, I cannot write these words, I think to much, I think about my feelings, I think about you, I

» Posted By Mal On 08.06.2012 @ 12:16 am

stretcher

I am from México so I don’t really know what stretcher means. I am just kind of practicing here and trying some new pages to be inspired by. In fact I had to correct it because I wrote it wrong the first time

» Posted By Mal On 07.18.2012 @ 12:55 pm

minute

there are these tiny flecks to his eyes when the light catches them, minute details and bits that he’ll always remember, because it’s always the smallest of ways that dig nails into his heart when all is said and done. it’s always the little things that eat away at him like an acid.

» Posted By mal On 06.23.2012 @ 5:14 am

chat

a loving conversation between two people who love and care for one another. It translates feelings of love, anger, confusion, anything really. As long as humans can communicate, we can all chat to one another.

» Posted By mal On 06.09.2012 @ 10:54 am

reporter

They are devious horrible people who have very few morals and should be shot on sight. if you look at the crap they pulled in the UK between phone tapping and deleting messages, and then they hide behind the cash of that prick Murdock. At least that red headed bitch has been arrested and hopefully they will crucify the bitch.

» Posted By Mal On 05.31.2012 @ 9:49 am

savage

oh I am a savage when I forget to control myself. I eat and eat and cannot stop. I kiss and kiss and cannot stop. I slap and slap and cannot stop. I write and write and cannot stop. I scream and scream and cannot stop.

» Posted By Mal On 01.09.2012 @ 1:32 pm

chance

Three seconds and twenty feet. No way to make it, no possible chance I can leap that gap. But I can hear the boots behind me, the sound of heavy footfalls on the stairs. So I back up, take one last breath, run and fly…

» Posted By mal On 08.28.2011 @ 8:29 pm

force

force it upon me. make me wonder where i am who i am how i came to be. use the power of your presence to override me and take me to a place i cannot go without you. i need this. i need more. i need to be made something other than what i am.

force me.

» Posted By mal On 08.25.2011 @ 8:11 pm

cells

We are made up of trillions of little life building things called cells. The remarkable things about cells is that they can either create a life or destroy it.

» Posted By Mal On 06.21.2011 @ 7:13 pm

remember

she remembers looking into his eyes, the last night they’re together. Her hand is placed delicately on his throat, and she thinks fondly back of how surprised he’d looked. “I hate you,” she growled, stifling his cries with her other arm.

» Posted By Mal On 05.30.2011 @ 9:28 pm

eyeliner

She presses the eyeliner against his cheek, brown smudges against freckles. “Don’t worry,” she mumbles, “you’re gonna be the belle of the goddamn ball, that’s the way that I see it–”
“Mom, stop,” the boy says, and squirms. Her nails are digging into his arm. “That hurts.”

» Posted By Mal On 05.05.2011 @ 2:56 pm

connected

There’s this thing. Really it’s more like the Thing. It stands and it waits. Skulks in the shadows of every room, down every alley. Anyway, the Thing, he stays there and he plants himself firmly for hours. It is he we have to thank for being connected.

» Posted By Mal On 04.06.2011 @ 5:31 pm

It’s not the same anymore. No one can tell me what exactly it is. Nothing is alone or individual anymore. It’s not fair. I never thought this would happen, never in my wildest dreams. But now I’m here, and everything around me is so God damned connected.

» Posted By Mal On 04.06.2011 @ 5:24 pm

rocket

in the sky with the stars and the moon. flying through the dark night its a mystery i would like to ride.

» Posted By mal On 05.23.2010 @ 5:11 pm

wealth

I wish I had stronger wealth so I didn’t have to wrok and I could live every day the way I wanted to.

» Posted By Mal On 01.06.2009 @ 1:01 pm

sombre

sombre sleepiness all around me. The shadowy sun plays hide and go seek. And the dark stillness is all around me. night night

» Posted By mal On 07.17.2008 @ 4:53 am

sombre sleepiness all around me. The shadowy sun plays hide and go seek. And the dark stillness is all around me. night night

» Posted By mal On 07.17.2008 @ 4:53 am

dispute

talking things out
dont think just talk listen dont be cruel just be willing to comprmise
two or more people talking about a specific issue and trying to have a debate about a problem

» Posted By mal On 07.18.2009 @ 8:28 pm

certainty

“i was certain that i was going to die.” That was what she was talking about at that moment. and i couldnt believe that she had the audacity to talk to me about death. I was stunned. “you werent going to die” dont even worry about it. if only she would have known about my history, she wouldnt have tried to speak to me about death.

» Posted By mal On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

spot

We aren’t meant to be who we are.
People are meant to change us, make us all the same.

» Posted By Mal On 01.15.2010 @ 9:26 am

acting

Acting. I used to act when I was younger. I really loved it. i was in The Hobbit and Old Town. I really have nothing profound to say about acting. i supposed it’s a talent but it seems ridiculous how much famous actors get paid. kind of hit or miss actually

» Posted By Mal On 11.14.2009 @ 3:23 am

pregnant

i would love to be, but i dont love you, i’m sorry. i wish i could have your baby,but i’m not sure thats how it’s meant to be. i know you would be a great father, but i couldnt be a good mother to your child.

» Posted By mal On 10.13.2009 @ 7:27 pm

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