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As the people you know become irreverent, your life becomes more and more vapid, until you look in the mirror and realize you lost yourself some miles back, and you’re not even sure it’s worth going back for. That self, that part of you, is long gone in the rear view, and there’s nothing but empty road ahead.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.23.2013 @ 2:10 pm


The internet is making sounds again, like every other day. It’s like trying to turn your cat into a unicorn, you wave your magic wand and shout “Rainbows!” in a showman’s style and in the end, he just looks at you like “meow”.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.22.2013 @ 1:50 pm


It’s lonely down here. I mean, down here among everyone else. It’s lonely to not be a somebody. It’s hard to be part of the everybody, but to be a somebody, up there in the light… That would be something. That would be everything.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 11.13.2012 @ 12:31 am


The man in the mirror has eyes that tell the story his mouth cannot. They say he’s losing interest in what he sees. The man before the mirror cannot see the challenge, and cannot save the man he sees.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 11.04.2012 @ 9:10 am


I should learn to guard my passions, to keep control of what keeps my heart beating. With a single word, a person can shred my soul and leave the raggedy pieces strewn about the cavernous pit in my stomach. I can’t let them tell me no.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 11.03.2012 @ 12:34 am


Since we last spoke, I’ve changed. You’ve changed. Yet somehow, here and now, we stand the same people with the same, mixed-up feelings and mixed-up words that made us drift apart to begin with.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 10.13.2012 @ 10:52 pm


“Go,” it whispered, that voice behind the mask, the chained desires that lashed against society and expectation, yet stayed imprisoned behind the mask.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 10.09.2012 @ 11:12 pm


Black like the carbon in the dust on the jacket. The handprint on my palm were all that was left of the miner.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 08.27.2012 @ 12:51 am


The time of your life should not be defined by events occurring, but instead by the ebb and flow of emotions that creates the wave you ride. It is not in the passing of time but the changing of heart that humans truly spend their lives.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 08.19.2012 @ 8:51 pm


I am a candle burning at both ends, but instead of wicks, I find I’m made of fuses, each burning quickly towards the middle. When they meet, I know I will explode but I can’t stop it. No, I can’t stop now.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.23.2012 @ 1:51 pm


The look on her face was painful.
“It was just a suggestion!” I was grasping at straws. “You will be great as a teacher if that’s what you really want to be, princess. But Daddy always pictured his little girl making more money than that!”

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.10.2012 @ 10:19 pm


There are days that go by like water in a turbine, chopped and swift. They are hit hard and dropped harder, but ultimately for a better purpose down the line. All drains may lead to the ocean, but they must first pass through this gruesome filter.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.09.2012 @ 9:52 pm


Art and science are one and the same, if both are done properly. Love is both, it’s an action of passion and a mindset of pondering. It is all things brought together while tearing apart what you thought you knew.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.05.2012 @ 7:16 pm


All the forces in the universe were pulling against him in every direction, but he wore his harness proudly and pushed on with life. It had never stopped him before, adversity, and he saw no reason to let it win then.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.03.2012 @ 1:32 am


Suddenly I was tumbling through time with nothing to stop me but the destination. I have no idea when I’ll be at the end, I just hope it’s not soon. It’s the motion that is living, and the destination that is life. Just keep going, keep going.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 07.02.2012 @ 12:48 am


My day was not like others’. My day was to be what everyone tried to avoid. I would not frolic in the sun or revel in the laziness of the day. I would work, like any other day.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.30.2012 @ 1:01 am


The glass pieces frozen in the poised configuration caught the sparkle of a sunbeam from the bay window. The lake beneath was placid and clear, the dock passively asserting it’s presence on the beach just below the house.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.28.2012 @ 9:23 am


In the shadows grow the seeds of doubt. I miss him, I know it. But from here in the woods while he ventures in the sun, I get confused. I’m not sure if I’m missing him, or missing the opportunity he’s taking.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.24.2012 @ 7:11 pm


It wasn’t like I meant to dwell on the topic, but it’s not like you could ignore the weight of an entire person. Addressing the elephant in the room isn’t always pleasant, but it’s necessary. Especially if you want him to leave before he stinks up the place.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.23.2012 @ 7:05 pm


The way a human being fractures into all these shattered pieces is amazing. It’s watching a mirror crashing down around you to see an identity crush itself to dust.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.21.2012 @ 11:34 pm


How do you qualify people from persons? It seems to me like saying y’all and all y’all, only those who have grown up using the terms truly understand the difference.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.20.2012 @ 11:41 pm


I’ve never been too keen on believing what everyone has to say. Words are not meant to be peddled, they’re meant to be wrapped gingerly and delivered with care, they’re meant to be acknowledged when labled “fragile, this way up”. They should be gifts, not goods.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.18.2012 @ 7:49 pm


I admire the framework any great artist puts in. It’s all about the complete package, the fundamentals behind the finesse. Being interesting is about being complete.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.18.2012 @ 1:23 am


The glass is never half full or half empty. The glass is poured out and done again until finally it feels right.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.16.2012 @ 6:50 pm


The spires climbed higher atop the cathedral, yet I felt no closer to God, just that there was more between me and the place I was trying to go to. My faith is much stronger standing on a summit, yet here I kneel beneath yards of stone.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.14.2012 @ 11:23 pm


Suddenly it felt as if I was living in a straw. The air was thinner and harder to breathe, I could see less and hear less. All I could feel was how trapped it made me to decide, so I ran instead.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.13.2012 @ 11:19 pm


I was handed an envelope, small, but weighed down with the dread I felt. The brief encounter we had had before had left a lot of loose ends, I had a feeling this would tie them all, and burn every bridge simultaneously.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.12.2012 @ 9:11 pm


Tick. Maybe I should. Tock.maybe I shouldn’t. Tick. Maybe I should just watch the pendulum swinging. Tock. Maybe I shouldn’t switch as it does. Tick. Maybe I’m just not going to find the answers in a clock.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.11.2012 @ 5:54 pm


With all the racket going on, sometimes it’s hard to slow down and think about the pieces of the puzzle, how they fit together, how each piece can’t stand on its own. When everything is relying on something else to exist as a whole, what are we but a sound in the racket?

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.10.2012 @ 10:48 pm


In my little nest on the porch swing, I watched the sun set and wondered if, outside my cozy blanket and cup of tea, the sight would look the same.

» Posted By Natty Hope On 06.09.2012 @ 1:22 pm

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