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I’ve always wanted to travel on sailboats as they are super methods of looking at the water and having fun. Honestly I am a little bit afraid of doing that, as I don’t like swimming a lot, and especially I don’t like fish.
» Posted By Mimi On 08.31.2018 @ 11:34 am
Her heart was charged like a battery – she’d left it over night to steep and absorb all the power and now it was ready, so so ready to zap anything in it’s way. It was heavy and inundated with lightning and thunder.
» Posted By mimi On 05.01.2018 @ 1:21 am
“I can’t believe it,” she whispered, fighting to contain her tears. The morning’s cold ocean breeze bit her cheeks but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She looked down at the man in the sand in front of her, the man she knew in her heart of hearts she wanted to marry.
“Yes,” she said finally, the moment a cruel echo of what was yesterday the happiest yes of her life. Yesterday, her yes made the man she loved stand up with tears in his own eyes and wrap his arms around her, promising a lifetime of friendship and happiness, confirming his identity as her one and only love.
Today, it made a police officer she’d never seen before stand up and whisper to the coroner nearby, promising a lifetime of loneliness and heartache, confirming the drowning victim’s body as that of her one and only love.
» Posted By Mimi On 12.03.2016 @ 1:07 am
“Yes, again, now hurry up and get me out of here before I have to pee in front of these people.”
» Posted By Mimi On 10.06.2016 @ 11:05 pm
“unanswered” prayer … what a struggle!
» Posted By Mimi On 09.16.2016 @ 9:00 am
so yeah, lets make it clear
you don’t care
and i always will
so maybe you should be happy?
but i don’t know i mean
haven’t you heard, nothing lasts forever
so why should i care?
i lost someone who didn’t even love me
lost someone who loved you.
so i hope its clear
but what happening is for the best
but i’ll always remember you
» Posted By mimi On 11.10.2015 @ 11:46 pm
the forest was a beautiful place to read. The leaves fell of her book, on the earth floor. Making no noise and no sudden movements. NO disruptions to the girl or the earth floor.
» Posted By Mimi On 11.02.2015 @ 9:03 am
She was born on an eleven. A beautiful, skinny, metallic sparkling eleven day. It was a Tuesday and that made it even better. I half expected her to appear with silver hair and blue eyes. That’s what elevens are.
» Posted By mimi On 11.19.2014 @ 2:50 pm
Sympathy for the devil. The phrase rolled about in her mind. Her mother had always told her she was too open, too empathetic. She’d sworn to listen to her and yet. Here she was.
Though, if she had to lay blame on anything, it was his eyes.
» Posted By MiMi On 11.12.2014 @ 5:09 pm
The girl was confined into the insane asylum. It reeked of feces and urine, and the only thing she wished to do was leaved. As she was shoved into a concrete cell, her elbows were cut open and blood began to trickle down her arms.
» Posted By Mimi On 10.25.2014 @ 12:01 pm
…… Shame has brought down to me. Staring off into space I see him. His merorizing eyes that glen in the moon light. Well was I wrong, his looming figure stood before me, before I could make a peep he gets it. He gets the duck tape. And DUCTS it onto my face.
» Posted By Mimi On 06.18.2014 @ 7:30 pm
Her obsession with chocolate was decadence. Her love of shoes was decadence. But him? He was beyond that. he was danger. He was addiction. And she was hopelessly, hopelessly trapped. What could she do? whenever she thought to break it, he’d smile, and she-it’d be like a hit. She was on a high and couldn’t say no.
» Posted By MiMi On 06.10.2014 @ 9:33 am
I’m tripling and quadrupling and falling apart and no one can catch me. This is my paradise; This is my salvation. Isn’t it? Do i belong to the wind and the wild and the free or am I caught in strands so I can dance for the crowd to see.
» Posted By MiMi On 01.27.2014 @ 7:43 pm
It’s bright and burns a bit. Can’t be ignored, it’s like pride. Others shy away, muttering about it being too loud to be flattering. Why can’t our loudness and pride be flattering? Why not take pride in our pride and shout out to the entire world, ‘Here I am!’?
» Posted By MiMi On 05.29.2013 @ 4:20 pm
I wonder what it feels like to burn. To have the flesh seared from your bones. To feel your bones turn to ash. To feel like ash on the wind. At that point, you probably can’t feel anymore. Actually, you certainly can’t feel anymore. Not without nerves.
» Posted By Mimi On 05.05.2013 @ 4:18 pm
In the tree of life there are many branches, some are hard and some are soft.. Some will bend but some will break, we can never know what we’ll get but what matters is we’ll get back up if we fall over a broken branch.
» Posted By Mimi On 04.13.2013 @ 6:26 am
It’s always unnervingly precise. Always unwavering, never changing, a constant. We could learn lots form the compass, so long as it doesn’t break. It relies on us as we do on it. A partnership, of sorts.
» Posted By MiMi On 01.12.2013 @ 2:22 pm
Mow is the time. not after he is gone. not after i’ve finnished school. NOW. If you don’t leave now you never will.
» Posted By Mimi On 12.26.2012 @ 1:57 pm
from different points of view
» Posted By mimi On 11.14.2012 @ 3:20 am
a lion in his den was startled by a teeny tiny mouse…what a ferrous roar to be wasted on such a wee mouse..a roar that should have only been for the intimidating of a kind..
» Posted By mimi On 11.10.2012 @ 3:39 am
Actors rush about, preparing for a play. How much has changed, in the theatre, between now and Shakespeare’s time. Did he watch as his actors joked and laughed as they prepared? Did they get stage fright? Was he himself worried about the audiences approval? The thought of such an influential man, pacing back and forth, hoping for a good reception from the people… It’s calming, in an odd way, and strangely hopeful.
» Posted By MiMi On 02.10.2013 @ 6:43 pm
Timeless. Personified as a mad man in a blue box. Cruel and kind, peaceful and angry, hopeful and cynical, and oh so lonely. Writing lasts as long as hope does.
» Posted By MiMi On 02.09.2013 @ 4:42 pm
we were together were one, me and you a whole not two different people. that’s what i wish we could b
» Posted By mimi On 10.03.2012 @ 5:12 am
As I inhaled the smoke and exhaled the gray cloud, I contemplated how bad my breath must have smelled in that moment.
» Posted By Mimi On 09.27.2012 @ 3:39 pm
I claimed to be a very healthy young poodle, but everyone knew otherwise. I was actually a big fat green grape lady.
» Posted By Mimi On 09.19.2012 @ 4:51 pm
She was standing on the edge. All the people that had geathered at the bottom of the building looked up in aw.She could almost hear them think ” What is she doing.” “shes not gonna jump is she?” Someone get up there and get her down.” What they didn’t know is the reason she was standing there was that she has never felt more alive the reason is simple. She was in Love.
» Posted By Mimi On 09.16.2012 @ 12:57 pm
I think the principal principal is a principal of a school. I am english you see, but always seem to associate this word with an american version of our very own ‘headteacher’. I’ve probably been too influenced by films… A principal is in control. I’m not sure what else to write.
» Posted By Mimi On 07.29.2012 @ 1:40 pm
johnny carson was a good mayor, or so he thought. he had a full beard covering most of his face, giving him the looks of a man who was far too shy (or maybe ashamed) to show his whole self to the world.
carson was a man of principle, or so he thought. but there were whispers. whispers in the town that behind the beard, johnny carson was hiding a secret.
he was too proud a man to acknowledge that the glances people gave as he stumbled through the town square were ones of suspicion, not admiration.
» Posted By mimi On 06.15.2012 @ 10:13 pm
New word, please! I can’t go on about a racket again…unless you want me to go on about how the french should have been finished today, but noooooo….it’s finished tomorrow when I’m back at work and can’t see it. I’ll make a racket about that!
» Posted By Mimi On 06.10.2012 @ 3:22 pm
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Racket. Love. Love all. Zero means love, love means zero. it’s always such a racket in love.
» Posted By Mimi On 06.10.2012 @ 3:20 pm