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he was merciful, even though he knew jack didn’t deserve it. they were best mates in their childhood though, so he gave him mercy and let him go free.

» Posted By margo On 09.20.2014 @ 9:06 pm


i’m looking over to you and i’m beaming. i can feel the happy radiating from my face and hands and heart and my very molecules are shaking at the sight of you. i reach to you, my face hurting from smiling, and you disappear. i awake, tangled in sheets, alone.

» Posted By margo On 01.20.2014 @ 5:01 pm


He ran and ran and ran.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
What he saw, he couldn’t describe it. It was too absurd, too unreal.
Is it a dream?
Is truth stranger than fiction?
He didn’t know. He didn’t know anymore.
He just needed to go.

» Posted By Margo On 10.21.2013 @ 1:03 pm


I watched as the images flickered along on the crappy t.v. It was just as I had seen it two hours ago. I turned to the man who had brought me there.
“How?” I asked.

» Posted By Margo On 08.25.2013 @ 5:43 pm


I found a spot, right behind a tree in a park between the dog fountain and a hot dog stand where a middle aged Italian man stands and smiles every day. I can smell the peppers from his cart and it gives my stomach a rumble every time. My pockets are empty though; just a pen and paper and peace of mind.

» Posted By Margo On 08.01.2013 @ 1:31 pm


Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.

» Posted By Margo On 07.31.2013 @ 7:35 pm

Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.

» Posted By Margo On 07.31.2013 @ 7:35 pm


He was like vapor to her; heavy in her lungs and her breath, but ultimately transient. Now he’d be just a face in a memory of long nights and slow mornings. No way to reclaim the past. That was her gate number being called and this was goodbye.

» Posted By Margo On 07.29.2013 @ 2:20 pm

He was like vapor to her, she supposed. She only wished the break had been longer, that somehow time would slow down and her flight could be delayed and her parents would be understanding and let her come back. But alas, no, that was her gate number being called. This was goodbye. One last hug, one last goodbye. And gone.

» Posted By Margo On 07.29.2013 @ 2:19 pm


when I first went up in a balloon I thought ‘how will I ever get down again?’. I had recently seen enduring love and remembered the man who had let go of the rope and fallen into a filed with his lower body squished into his torso. the image has stayed with me forever and from that day to this I have had a fear of hot air balloons.

» Posted By Margo On 06.28.2013 @ 12:11 pm


fools. we were fools to think that we could make this work, you know? i mean, it’s been a few months and i still have these flashbacks. i wake up thinking that your hand is resting on my waist or that i’m going to roll over and see you smirking back at me. goddamn it, we were such beautiful little fools. i can only hope never to be so foolish again, but i suppose that’s what love entails, doesn’t it?

» Posted By margo On 06.09.2013 @ 5:20 pm


The trench was too high to climb. Too long to go around. And yet, I stared at it. Hoping one day to get over it.

» Posted By Margo On 04.08.2013 @ 8:06 pm


It means very different things to everyone. It’s importance to each is irrelevant. What is it to you? Best put by Oscar Wilde “The truth is never pure and rarely simple”>

» Posted By Margo On 03.18.2013 @ 5:14 pm


as i drifted in and out of sleep, his voice continued its soft recitation of pretty words, rubbing his thumb on my cheek and keeping his eyes on me. it was musical, that voice. i could listen to it and listen to it and listen to it until he had no sound left within him. it was deep and soft and held a steady rhythm, as if he were reading from a piece of sheet music. at this point, the nightmare was nothing but a blur in my mind.

» Posted By margo On 01.23.2013 @ 4:52 pm


barrels. when i think of barrels, i think of wine cellars. filled with a lot of dust, maybe some mice, and mousetraps. i think of history. and all that the wine has lived through. oh, and anaerobic respiration, only because i am a complete and total nerd who actually pays attention in biology class.

» Posted By Margo On 01.01.2013 @ 6:11 pm


The whole idea of a spa is ridiculous. I suppose I just don’t go to them enough to understand what a decent homemade bubble bath can’t cure. I want to curl up with someone in serenity, the living room our place of peace; one doesn’t need a spa to find comfort.

» Posted By margo On 09.09.2012 @ 5:10 pm


I refuse to give up. I refuse to give up on us, on this. I miss you more than anything and there’s nothing more that I want than to curl up with you in a ridiculous dream world for hours on end, nothing but us and our thoughts and words and feelings. I refuse to let someone else control my life. I refuse to cry about things I cannot control.

I refuse all of these things, but I never know what to accept.

» Posted By margo On 08.27.2012 @ 1:44 pm


I’m falling out of place. I miss you. I miss everyone and everything that I spent time with last month. I was so fearful of being out of my comfort zone when I got there, but now that I’m back I’m seemingly out of my comfort zone. That place is my comfort zone, those people are my comfort zone. How can I be comfortable when I’m so far away from the place I now call Home?

» Posted By margo On 08.15.2012 @ 3:32 pm


here i am, innocently trying to get a cab. naturally, i’m a person and i have places to go. like i was saying, im hailing a cab and every car driving by is either giving me the finger or yelling at me and i wish i was exagerating. it’s like little boys yelling at an obses woman, kind of bad. it’s not a good feeling and im also getting a strong vibe that i shouldn’t be wearing a turbine. fml

» Posted By margo On 07.09.2012 @ 2:30 pm


You have cut the harness
off of me
and have let me go
I miss you
a lot.
And I know
we’ll see one another
but soon
is not soon

» Posted By margo On 07.02.2012 @ 4:59 pm


She crunched down on the crust of her toast, cringing at the echoing sound it seemed to make in the otherwise quiet diner. A young couple continued to speak silently to one another, unaware of the girl sitting alone across the room, crunching on her stale, over-buttered bread. She wished she could be anywhere else, but didn’t know where to go. The girl was stuck in a rut, what with all of her friends being off to college and her parents travelling around the world.

» Posted By margo On 06.28.2012 @ 11:37 am


I’m trying to figure out the pattern of your lies. Their configuration is like a labyrinth, and I weave in and out of their paths. Some are made of stone, backed up with various lies, while others are less-solid. I can see through those, each time inching a little closer to the heart of the maze. There must be a truth inside of you, something aching to be set free.

» Posted By margo On 06.27.2012 @ 11:15 pm


Just one minute to let it all out. To scream, to cry, to jump. I want to run and leap and fly but you’ve got me stuck here in this minute. Sixty seconds to kiss you. That’s all I need. That’s all you need to tell me what’s going on, to tell me how we are going to do this. One minute. Five, four, three, two, one.

» Posted By margo On 06.22.2012 @ 5:20 pm


There are so many fractures running through us. They break us apart and bring us together, and I’ve watched as we’ve begun to pick up the splintered pieces of ourselves. I miss when we were each whole, the only things connecting us were the hands we grasped tightly. Now there are memories; bad ones, good ones, melancholy ones, wow-I-just-want-to-drop-everything-and-kiss-you-ones. The memories have created fractures. We are stuck in the never-ending loop of pain, splinters of what we once were littering the ground before us.

» Posted By margo On 06.21.2012 @ 6:55 pm


jelly shower sparkly water wet clean dream about you fake tan hair ugly dark

» Posted By margo On 06.07.2012 @ 9:47 am


Woman’s scorn when cheated on. Angry. Vengeful. Pissed off. To be scorned is to be done wrong.

» Posted By Margo On 04.23.2012 @ 9:46 pm


I weaved back and forth throughout the forest. They were chasing me. All of them. I felt alone and afraid. Unable to reach the end I was left alone with the monsters. Death was near, but then I realized, there is nothing to fear.

» Posted By margo On 03.02.2012 @ 9:54 pm


the music. its a great band. its energetic and lively, everyone likes them. they are also a bit lesser known to the general audience so its great to introduce them to other people. they have a pandora channel for me. i think i like osaka loop line the best.

» Posted By margo On 08.12.2011 @ 6:12 pm


its a color. it reminds me of an old car i used to have that was maroon. I don’t particularly like this color. Its sort of a darker red and I much prefer just straight up red. its much brighter and attracts my attention more. Maroon is an old person color.

» Posted By margo On 07.07.2011 @ 7:42 pm


Eyeliner is used by girls to make their eyes more noticeable; however, sometimes it can make them appear to be smaller. It is also used by men if they are rockstars or gay. It’s a pencil used to outline the eyes, and it really hurts to put on if you do not sharpen it correctly.

» Posted By Margo On 05.06.2011 @ 5:20 pm

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