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I watch as they walk beside me. Trudging through what I trudge through, and resting at the summits I rest at. It helps to feel somebody with their own opinions setting those aside and doing something for you.

» Posted By Michael On 08.26.2018 @ 1:18 pm


I hated being marked in school it wasn’t great. I often didn’t get the marks I wanted and it was extremely disappointing when everyone would get much better marks than me.

Even though I got thoroughly disappointed with my results constantly, I still didn’t change my method of completing studies. I was hopeless.

» Posted By Michael On 07.24.2018 @ 7:16 pm


The radiation from the sun felt like a cartoon where the evaporation of water bent the light. Stagnant air seemed to cry out for release.

» Posted By Michael On 07.08.2018 @ 3:35 pm


The gates that close off the sunlight open up to a bright day. They blockade the light to keep the innards safe.

» Posted By Michael On 07.07.2018 @ 3:07 pm


The fleece is pierced over and over, like Julius Caesar. But what comes out at the other end isn’t the end of a government. It’s something new, something brought closer together than ever before. From pain sometimes comes hope.

» Posted By Michael On 04.10.2018 @ 7:31 pm


He stood in the driveway, waiting for the familiar yellow jeep to pull up. It took every ounce of his nerve to write that text, and even more to hit send. The feelings he had were

» Posted By Michael On 04.12.2017 @ 8:11 am


I never found myself asking god for anything, not since school anyway. But here I was, sitting in a hospital room with my dying father, speaking into the void. Nobody answered, but hearing my own voice, in reality, was all I needed.

» Posted By Michael On 04.05.2017 @ 10:47 am


Making brush strokes as tall as he is, he gently glides the brush along the canvas like a bird amongst clouds.

» Posted By Michael On 08.24.2016 @ 7:56 am


I pop open the back window as far as it can go. The air feels as warm as a smile from a dear friend. Every so often a car will zoom past and push some air inside the van, always a relaxing feeling.

» Posted By Michael On 08.17.2016 @ 2:39 pm


I can see the individual bricks that make up the tower. Look closely and you can see the cracks that formed and were filled in year after year, trying to make sure you don’t notice the problems. So much weight, one on top of another, with another on top of that. Every year I think “there’s no way it’ll keep standing.” Yet it goes on, until its more cracks than actual surface area. It’s a wonder how anything stays standing.

» Posted By Michael On 08.09.2016 @ 7:23 pm


Pause. Look closely at the pictures, feeling the motions passing through without actually doing them. Then following. Move with the motion, follow the leader. Step by step, applied carefully. More machine than man, motioning mechanically to make marked momentum on a minimalistic map of models.

» Posted By Michael On 08.08.2016 @ 7:23 pm


My feet feel the strain with ascent. The world feels different at this gradient. It’s almost as if the world changes at this angle, even the sky looks different. Less a mass of fluff and sharper, more inhospitable. Air feels weak up here, it has to fight just as much as you do to reach the top. But when the summit hits you, it’s like nothing else in the world. Beauty is palpable.

» Posted By Michael On 08.07.2016 @ 9:27 pm


The fat dog dug a great big fat hole and berried his big fat bone in the big fat hole and gracefully placed it in the big fat hole and jumped in with it and berried himself with the bone and died, the end, happy new year. His body eventually decomposed and made a good house for a family of worms called the Slims, which the family slept in his fat carnage, and had for breakfast tongue on toast. .

» Posted By Michael On 07.20.2016 @ 4:57 pm

The fat dog dug a great big fat hole and berried his big fat bone in the big fat hole and gracefully placed it in the big fat hole and jumped in with it and berried himself with the bone and died, the end, happy new year. His body eventually decomposed and made a good house for a family of worms called the Slims, which the family slept in his fat carnage, and had for breakfast tongue on toast.

» Posted By Michael On 07.20.2016 @ 4:55 pm


Deep breath in and out. The forest is thick with the scent of pine sap. If it weren’t so inconvenient it would smell nice. But picking up the felled logs is sticky business. Gotta get them all though, or there’ll be no fire.

» Posted By Michael On 07.18.2016 @ 6:57 am


I see you smiling across the room. Why is she smiling? Is it me? Is my shirt backwards or something? I don’t know why, but i must find the cause of that smile. Because depending on the reason, it might be bad. And i don’t want that smile to ever be a bad thing.

» Posted By Michael On 07.17.2016 @ 5:19 am


I wear my armor daily. It keeps me shielded and glistening. I feel safe under its weight, under its heat. Crawling inward, i let it fall and coat me like a dipped ice cream cone. Stop, don’t come in. I’m soft inside. You wouldn’t like my flavor, trust me.

» Posted By Michael On 07.15.2016 @ 9:58 pm


I lay down on the wooden patio, I feel the breeze blow against my hair. I feel the rays of the sun beat down on my skin. Sometimes I forget just how good it feels to be outside. They say “breath of fresh air” for a reason. It’s refreshing and it does something for that primal neanderthal inside me to just be out in the light.

» Posted By Michael On 06.24.2016 @ 8:11 pm


I feel the warmth. I can smell the fire in a far away lot. Somebody is cooking some burgers. It smells so good and reminds me of times I spent as a kid camping with my dad. Those were good times in spite of it all, in spite of the horrible things flames have done. Burned countless people unnecessarily at the stake. Burned down homes and cities. Burned down forests and animals, anything living really. Even this cow that is now cooking, it’s being burned. But it smells so good.

» Posted By Michael On 06.23.2016 @ 12:25 pm


making a person feel like they belong and that you want them there. Acting in a way that is freindly and caring. the feeling of belonging.

» Posted By Michael On 12.01.2015 @ 6:42 am


The formula is the equation that you will have to do in order to find the sum so you will have to find the area of a baby so you can do math

» Posted By michael On 10.09.2015 @ 10:00 am


Illusions are not there.

» Posted By michael On 08.04.2015 @ 4:56 pm


» Posted By michael On 08.04.2015 @ 4:53 pm


Duct tape fixes everything. Everyone knows that. But as I watched my car tires roll away as I spun out of control, I began to doubt the validity of this claim.

» Posted By Michael On 05.18.2015 @ 8:50 am


Yeah she came to the outlet store. Drunk as usual. I said Lucy why are you drunk? She said I’m not drunk I have a cold. Oh I see. I said. What did you take for it? I asked. A bottle of vodka she explains. Lucy your drunk. I said exasperated. No its medicine. She waffles on to me. I want to buy a pair of jeans and some nice high heeled shoes. She goes on. And how will you even walk in them? You can hardly walk

» Posted By michael On 04.15.2015 @ 12:29 am


The forces unbound, two groups go to war. The kingdom with the goals to raise money and destroy the environment, and the empire to enslave the resistance. The right of the land and the right of humans at stake, each group thinks they’re right, and the other is seen as monsters.

» Posted By Michael On 04.10.2015 @ 6:32 pm


Im getting my feelings all mixed up. I think i have a crush or something more than a crush on my best friend, but i dont know. I saw her today with ________ and it made me really jealous for some reason. But she isnt my girl or anything i just. Care for her so much and i think i love her. I never want to let her go when we hug.

» Posted By Michael On 03.10.2015 @ 10:12 pm


I have an announncement. I want to kill myself. Because im a sad boy who doesnt know what do anymore. At 16 years of age, youd think that being alive would be the greatest thing of all time, but to me it is all just one big ball of depression, suicidal thoughts, and pain. I hate everything. Ive felt like this for 2 years now, and i dont know how to deal with it.

» Posted By Michael On 01.26.2015 @ 11:48 pm


Thump! Thump! Thump! Elizabeth was woken by the sound. It was a pounding, like a clock in rhythm, battering against the old wooden planks of the house. Then there came a particularly bodily thud and a wail. The sound made her blood chill. It was the man who rented the room upstairs, screaming in the night.

» Posted By Michael On 01.05.2015 @ 2:12 pm


it doesn’t work as well as I ever want it to. something gets stuck and if I push too hard, tears come first. sometimes I lose my thoughts and end up believing my own make believe words.
that’s why I like the page. if i lie to myself and/or everyone else, at least I get to choose what it looks like.

» Posted By Michael On 11.24.2014 @ 1:36 pm

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