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But, even with the starlit city in my view, I couldn’t help but remember the times Peter Pan whisked me away and brought me to the second star to the right. Sometimes, through the light pollution of New York, I could see the star, and seemed to notice the faint outline of a pirate ship sailing out of it. I knew it was just a hallucination, for Hook would never be able to find me so far from him home.
» Posted By Marcie On 02.06.2014 @ 8:59 am
I was gazing up at the stars. They shone brightly, casting long, sad shadows over the traffic heavy city. Sometimes, I could see the second star to the right, and pictured Peter Pan coming back for me and swiping me away from this terrible life.
» Posted By Marcie On 02.06.2014 @ 8:56 am
today was the day that we were to build our new out house. At last a room I could escape to. The work began when they leveled the site. I was excited.
» Posted By marcie On 12.24.2013 @ 11:00 am
“You’re no good at this, you know,” I whispered as she plucked away at the black and white keys slowly, playing out the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb. A virtuoso, of all people, could not play the piano with grace, only the cello, flute, and so on.
“True, but you’re no good at anything, from tying your shoes to scoring well on tests. Bingbadaboom roasted.”
» Posted By marcie On 09.23.2013 @ 2:24 pm
I want to finish this for once. I want to finish this for once. I want to pick it up and put it in your hands and say, “Look what I did”, like a child. But I’m not a child. I can’t finish anything with pure determination and passion. Now I need incentive. And I hate this world for it.
» Posted By marcie On 09.21.2013 @ 1:10 am
“It’s raining,” she whispered, voice as soft as a feather to the skin except instead it tickled my ears like a vibration in the wind. “It’s been so long, I almost forgot there’s an ocean out there, somewhere. I hope we can see it one day. I hope it’s not gone when we get there.”
» Posted By marcie On 09.16.2013 @ 11:18 pm
Overjoyed. I hadn’t really known a word existed until now. But I’ve known the feeling; mostly when you smiled at me or when I laughed too hard at your terrible jokes. Yes, I’ve been overjoyed.
» Posted By marcie On 09.14.2013 @ 9:44 pm
I seldom ever cry anymore, and sometimes it feels like a good thing, but other times it feels as though it’s bottling up in my chest and slowly drowning my lungs. Then, like a faucet of a sink, it all comes raining down but I’m okay. I can breathe.
» Posted By marcie On 09.13.2013 @ 7:01 pm
Every thing I’ve ever built was torn down by someone who was the ghost of their childhood. And instead of building it stronger, it seemed I became so weak that whispers and a soft breeze would knock me back.
Then I learned to stop building castles under moonlight, and while I sacrificed seeing the stars, I kept company with cotton white clouds as I built mountains that touched heaven.
» Posted By marcie On 09.11.2013 @ 5:47 pm
I’ve never heard your voice tremble nervously,
and I’ve never seen you shiver in the cold.
But I’ve felt your timid fingers on my skin,
and you don’t think I’m real, or so they told.
» Posted By marcie On 09.10.2013 @ 9:35 pm
A prisoner probably lives a better life than I,
for freedom has gotten me nowhere,
but to waste years indulging my dreams.
» Posted By marcie On 09.09.2013 @ 8:28 pm
» Posted By Marcie On 04.14.2012 @ 1:50 pm
Water. Puddles of water after a rainstorm.
» Posted By Marcie On 04.11.2012 @ 8:28 am
The setting of the scene was a majestic one. The crowd had come to see the play in the Theater of the Round many times. The setting was dark and mysterious. No one could really tell what would happen in the play. It had few props and could hardly be called a set.
» Posted By Marcie On 10.06.2011 @ 4:33 pm
secretary, like a woman in a tight brown pencil skirt, buddy holly glasses, and a fifties haircut. Or maybe I’m just watching too much Mad Men? A woman, serving a male boss, inattentive to her needs. She is reliable, productive, like a mother, servant, sister, wife, and teacher all rolled into one.
» Posted By marcie On 08.27.2011 @ 2:23 pm
problem solved nothing can ever be solved I guess everything is just a paradox…what is solved? math, logical things…emotions can be solved too, with the aid of psychology but can people be solved? are people problems to begin with? maybe i’m just a hipster for thinking like this…this way of disconnected thoughts and such wow this makes no sense
» Posted By marcie On 01.23.2011 @ 7:47 pm
I am saved by Grace through Faith. I saved my word document, but I don’t think I can save this one. saved can have so many meanings, but all of them give the illusion of being safe and of being hemmed in… being content and out of danger. out of danger of loss and discomfort.
» Posted By Marcie On 08.14.2010 @ 2:40 pm
Castaways are probably awfully lonely and I hate being lonely. Though some find solace in being alone, I think that it is a little creepy. I like people, I like being around people and wondering what they’re thinking. If I were a castaway, assuming my ship sunk or crashed or got eaten by a shark whith just me on it, I’d be incredibly lonely. I couldn’t try to imagine what my friends were thinking.
» Posted By Marcie On 04.19.2010 @ 5:36 pm
Castaway was an awesome movie. Wilson! I sometimes would like to be a castaway, not that I’m comparing myself to Tom Hanks. It would just be nice to get away for a while and try to fend for myself before I try to do it in college. At least that would give me some sort of experience before I just jumped out of the nest and started falling to the ground. Castaways are probably pretty bored.
» Posted By Marcie On 04.19.2010 @ 5:34 pm
wealth is a chicken that ran with its head in a bear trap. Wealth is a piece of cherry pie filled too full portruding from the crust
» Posted By marcie On 05.13.2010 @ 10:09 am
There was a lock on my heart. I didn’t want to let anyone in but he had the key. He didn’t pressure me into anything, just held the key out towards me and let me decide if I was ready to open myself up to him.
» Posted By Marcie On 01.28.2009 @ 12:02 pm
If there was one thing I could see on my heart, it would be your fingerprints from when you took it from me. You can keep it if you want, just take care of it while it’s with you, please.
» Posted By Marcie On 04.02.2009 @ 8:40 pm
Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?
I love Vampire Weekend. Their lyrics are so clever.
» Posted By marcie On 09.24.2009 @ 11:45 pm
I need to transfer money into my checking account. I think im a negative balance from going shopping today. Im just scared to go and see how little money, im putting it off. I know it will hurt me in the end but I cant help spending money on cute clothes and jewlery. I think i have a problem
» Posted By marcie On 09.23.2009 @ 10:19 pm
fuck art history. every Friday i have to wake up at 830 to get ready for art history and i hate it. i always fall asleep in class no matter how early or late i go to bed. i hate it
» Posted By marcie On 09.22.2009 @ 9:03 pm
I find it hard to resist things that I know I will regret later, whether it be that extra helping of food at dinner or staying up an hour later when I have to get up early. But some things will never change.
» Posted By Marcie On 09.20.2009 @ 8:43 am
I walk on the sidewalk, looking at the cracks and contemplating the completion of the series of panels, and how it coincides with my life. Each square block of hand created rock is laid even and forms a pathway for us to walk upon. Is this life? Who has laid the rocks for me?
» Posted By Marcie On 12.12.2008 @ 6:45 am
“The keypad was to help lock the vault in a more secure way. The only problem was that my dog ate the piece of paper that the code was scrawled on. I tried to recall it from memory, but as you can see that didn’t work out so well,” she explained to the officer as she hung upside down from the booby trap.
» Posted By Marcie On 03.06.2009 @ 11:08 pm
I don’t know if I prefer small spaces or wide open spaces. When I am sitting in a big room I like to pull myself in tight but when I am with a bunch on people on a couch or lying on my small dorm bed i like to spread out as much as possible…
» Posted By Marcie On 03.02.2009 @ 9:59 pm
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I vowed that I would always be there for you, that I would be there to hold your hand in the tough times and celebrate with you in the happy times, that I would walk along aside you until we could walk no more. I can still see our footprints behind us, they haven’t faded yet; but we seem to be standing still right now. I am ready to keep going when you are.
» Posted By Marcie On 03.01.2009 @ 12:06 pm