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It cracked – the fire did.
Noticed by none, it continued, in no demure.
An old man continued too.
As all heard his pauses, and rises, and falls.
The fire – it cracked.

» Posted By natty On 03.12.2013 @ 1:21 am


There are 246 tiles on the floor. 246. And the room is a rectangle. I know because the tiles aren’t the same amount on the length and width. It’s terribly sad everyone one who sits at this desk is going to have to read the ‘shuttup’ which was scribbled incoherently and can only be seen in a certain angle of pale light. It’d be much nicer to have something encouraging, or a puzzle to solve maybe, at least I wouldn’t be stuck making up things to do, like, counting tiles…

» Posted By natty On 07.06.2012 @ 4:09 pm


“How many?”

Five. I wanted to say five. It was always five. When had it not been? I couldn’t remember a time. Say anything different was insolence, I knew that. Why do they have to ask, must I be reminded constantly? Apparently.

“Four. There are four in a our party.”

» Posted By natty On 06.21.2012 @ 12:37 am


I was glad of it. I could see the hills rolling around us, and the other mud huts dotting them. I could see we were surrounded. And I was glad of it. Glad to have the tears of the heavens angrily diving into the tin roof above us and on the earth around us.

» Posted By natty On 06.17.2012 @ 2:08 am


A large, round, brusque man walked to the microphone. He seemed to gather up his words before he spoke, they were buried deep within his large frame. As a man who’d done his job well, but maybe a bit too long for the liking of newer folks, he gave speeches out of a certain duty and not because he overly enjoyed addressing the shapeless public.

» Posted By natty On 06.16.2012 @ 9:21 am


Full of awe, cold stones, cold hearts, and irony, they stand as a testimony of too many things:

Of man’s ability to build upward, but not inward.

» Posted By natty On 06.15.2012 @ 5:50 am


There wasn’t anything like coming home, home way out here and across the ocean, after that. After all that. Home was like a dream and war was your life. You wouldn’t believe it ended, it was too big for that.

It wasn’t until I smelled home that I knew I was there. I saw the house and the plowed fields and the big patio with the chipped, blue chair. But I didn’t know it until the breeze of the plains floated through the window. The breeze had passed through the barn before the car, and I smelled the barn; the hay, the straw, the musty. It brought my whole childhood back to me along with the war.

» Posted By natty On 06.14.2012 @ 3:02 am


There has to be the knowledge of a thing, in order for your understanding of it to shine through. The goal is: concise, succinct, clear. In short, if it is short because it’s made up and not true, it will show; if it is because you know it well and put it into 5 words instead of 10, it will be a classic.

» Posted By natty On 06.13.2012 @ 11:07 am


As she sat I could see it building within her. She was trying to ignore hearing, which caused the feeling she had. But when your work is that important and all of you shows up to write, the smallest hard noises ring through you, bringing a clanging halt to your mental train, and she had shown up today. At last, almost to my relief more than her own, she stood with an authority which immediately brought the noise of the others to a stop.

WIthout looking at anyone, she took her seat, and kept writing.

» Posted By natty On 06.11.2012 @ 2:09 am


It occurred to him as he sat and tugged methodically at his pipe, the vast and peculiar way in which Nature mirrors our own natural state. He had traveled and seen, and conversed, and inspired and been inspired, but his feet were weary, his clothes tattered and his mind wander-some.

The bird settled agilely in it’s nest with the product of it’s wanderings, he mused, and decided it should soon be the case for him.

» Posted By natty On 06.10.2012 @ 1:19 am


My teeth grind against each other as I see him walking towards me. The sound it makes keeps my ears from ringing too loudly, my eyes tear up at the pressure. I love him, and I hate him for that.

» Posted By Natty On 06.07.2012 @ 11:47 pm


He poised his body and focused all he had on appearing calm. Meanwhile his mind was whirring past him. He kept his pen steady; Be Natural. Easy. Even Cheerful. He laughed internally.

Much was riding on this one piece of paper.

» Posted By natty On 06.06.2012 @ 4:13 am


Time was stopped for him. He didn’t hear the others talking, jeering, wanting things they were deprived of. He didn’t hear his cell-mate asking him pointless, droning questions. He didn’t hear himself breathe. All he heard were the next moments, the moments where his freedom was balanced with a life in an eternal cube; each one being equally possible.

He stood up, to make his escape.

» Posted By natty On 06.02.2012 @ 3:01 am


It was with ease and grace. The more a scholar or even student sought, and defined, and understood, the more they realized the intricacies of the stunt they’d seen.

» Posted By natty On 05.27.2012 @ 3:06 am


I saw the opening in the trees where I knew the road was. It was covered well under a layer of snow, by this time. I relished the still and chilled air and the snow that continued to melt on the brim of my hat.

I crunched up through the forest to the warmth and solace of the wooden lodge above.

» Posted By natty On 05.23.2012 @ 3:22 pm


It glared back at me. The pale, receding complexion of the screen. The silence was astounding and cold.

News shouldn’t be given through a monitor. It’s just unjust, I thought.

» Posted By natty On 05.23.2012 @ 2:34 am


I must protest. But lest, I am pressed, and my words are messed;

I must not jest, and say that only those who don’t say, and but do, are on a quest.

» Posted By natty On 05.21.2012 @ 4:28 pm


Is this not shorthand? is life not shorthand? is everything not a quick rapid expression? so fast so meaningful, so meaningless. im supposed to be continuously writing. hows that for shorthand.

» Posted By Natty On 05.08.2012 @ 8:02 pm


i found it. i knew it. it wasn’t mine. i could feel it. i never wanted to be the other one. i don’t even know her and i know she couldn’t handle this. i couldn’t handle this. this is why we don’t deserve this. the power of when you think you’re too attractive. how can you not find love in one? or one to love?

» Posted By Natty On 04.17.2012 @ 9:43 am


i am as passive as i am selfish
i am wrong as i am right
i am judgmental
i will tear apart
everything that is once beautiful
and once was ugly.
everything has become a number.
in the world of art,
we are all math teachers.
i am what you are

» Posted By Natty On 03.20.2012 @ 3:33 pm


I set up a booth
you walk through
you found a way to smile
and i winked
i demonstrate the world to you
in such a fake attitude
you think im witty
and i think you’re cute
i demonstrate love to you
you’re nervous
i am too

» Posted By Natty On 03.08.2012 @ 6:35 am


Keeping your life on track. Setting goals. The difference between the person who writes themselves a ten thousand dollar check and puts it under their bed and the person who laughs at the idea. Keep on, keeping on. I think, in some way, i will never be on track. I will always be above or around the track. I continue to track whatever I want to track. I think

» Posted By Natty On 02.17.2012 @ 11:48 am


the world spins slow motion.
but yet, so fast.
so on point.
they fastly work to obey
their queen.
hard at work
for fear of no forgiving.
i have found the droids of society.
just counting on counting.
one by one.

» Posted By Natty On 01.25.2012 @ 9:37 pm


dime a dozen,
you act so brave
so comfortable with the act.
but let’s pretend this has never happened.
i will continue to walk the way
and you can continue watching me.
i won’t call and neither will you.
dime a dozen,
we both seem to be.

» Posted By Natty On 01.06.2012 @ 6:11 pm


tattooed with cake batter and sprinkles,
white smear marks of flour like a warrior.
The smell fills the air,
I am dressed like the princess of bakes,
Kiss the cook,
I will find more ways
to perfect
the simpliest chocolate chip cookie.

» Posted By Natty On 01.05.2012 @ 4:41 pm


I burn bridges to keep myself from going back.
i found a way to lose everything I once loved
and once loved me back.
I think I can run quick
before I feel the word breaking.
I will collapse feet first
before the taking.
Without a scar..

» Posted By Natty On 12.30.2011 @ 7:25 pm


I rather be anywhere than here.
I rather be here than anywhere
Who is the word?
And what says go?
Green means so many things.
I close my eyes and
I’m there.
I’m anywhere.
Who are you?
Because, I’ve found a perfect place.
It’s between here and there.
It’s anywhere.
and there, I can be any one.
any day.
with no care.

» Posted By Natty On 11.30.2011 @ 8:35 pm


If i were president
money would grow
the world would show
little children would play

if i were president
jobs would be easy
and pay would be great
the sick wouldn’t be ill
and all the bills would be paid.

if i were president
i would mend broken countries
and robin hood to the poor.
if i were president

» Posted By Natty On 11.25.2011 @ 8:59 pm


I end. You begin.
I found a way to completely hwave a love in a human centipedi form
whatever I shit out you take
and howve you treat me I bring on to the next relationship
shitty in mouths of those who are forced to take place.
dying inside and barely moving
this is the beginning and the end

» Posted By Natty On 11.12.2011 @ 6:31 am


I take the whole world in one shot.
Every inch of the oceans,
from africa to brazil
from the electric chair to
the rubber tire swings.
the bunnies to the lions.
Prints of the smiles
and the cries.
The entire world in my hand.
It feels good.
To be that photograph
or the photographer.
of every piece of the world.

» Posted By Natty On 11.09.2011 @ 8:51 pm

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