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the number of people that are counting on me is tremendous. I could’t stop this race even if I wanted to. It’s time to see this for what it is and that is a victory in it of its self.
» Posted By Nelson On 12.07.2014 @ 6:57 pm
The dramatist was all out of plays. He cursed, stomped and walked backwarsed and frowarsed around his room. “You’re a prima donna” said his parrot. As it shat on the sawdust.
Outside dust blew up a simple blur at the window.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.11.2013 @ 10:59 am
Upper is above me, always above. Looking down on me, perhaps. Or merely guiding me to better places, better ideals. Inspiring me to greater things.
» Posted By nelson On 10.14.2012 @ 4:01 pm
Someone mean writes here often, and for a change it might not be me. So is it you? It just might be…
» Posted By Nelson On 07.10.2011 @ 1:22 pm
I WAS BORN IN ANSERMA CALDAS WHERE IT RAINS A LOT AND THE DAYS AREN’T VERY INTERESTING BUT, IT IS ACTUALLY A NICE LITTLE TOWN. THERE YOU CAN SEE LOTS OF STUFF SUCH US: COWS, PEOPLE, AND MANY OTHER VERY UNINTERESTING THINGS
» Posted By Nelson On 05.08.2011 @ 2:10 pm
Obsolete is the feeling one feels when the wose of it has pass. It is the dream of the forgotten and the fear of the useless. It’s the stuff that heroes are made for they fight the obsolete. That feeling of just old abandoment into the useless and unrequired, for once it did depend on what you could approach, or at least exist. The obsolete is not remembred for anything.
» Posted By Nelson On 04.12.2011 @ 10:52 pm
Strength. Is what people need to move on. Something very difficult to find yourself but with the help of another person, strength is what you find.
» Posted By Nelson On 04.05.2011 @ 9:03 pm
My name is Mango. I’m here to lure you to the islands with the sounds of the drums and the conscious-altering drinks with the small little umbrellas.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.22.2011 @ 6:23 pm
Intelligence or spice – it improves whatever it touches and makes the bland more flavorful. Add it to your speech, your thoughts, your attitude, your dreams, your every day whatever you do and it will improve it and make of it more than it was.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.20.2011 @ 9:33 pm
I asked for my wife’s hand from her father. I can remember the moment and the day. It was an emotional wrestling match. Each man grappling for the hand of this woman. My emotions all in a tangled as I tangled with the man who was still her first love.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.18.2011 @ 9:03 am
Explosion of color and light. Eyes widen and pupils dilate. Hands cover faces. Such is the reaction when someone does it with…flare.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.16.2011 @ 12:44 pm
Naked you come riding on horseback, your hair long and flowing and magically covering the places my eye is naturally drawn, too. In the midst of this sensual vision rhythmically trotting before my wide-eyed delight, I suddenly have a hankering for something dark and sweet.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.15.2011 @ 9:45 am
I advance. Writing on. Working up the idea and the scene and the characters. Increasing the momentum. The scene and characters come alive and live on their own. Pressing ahead, I charge.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.12.2011 @ 3:38 pm
Looking, looking, looking. There must be a place in the universe stuff drifts to when you can’t find it. Car keys, change, credit cards, driver’s license, the stuff you need when you need it. But somehow I can always find a needle when it’s lost…when I step on it.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.12.2011 @ 2:35 am
I tremble at the thought. I turn away. Afraid to look. My palms sweating, I nervously try to go to my happy place inside. I fear that I’m a coward. I fear only that.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.10.2011 @ 7:21 am
I breathe it in and it tickles my nose and mind and imagination. It takes me places where I remember that smell from past romances. It is a clue, a token, a transportation and transfiguration device.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.08.2011 @ 7:47 pm
loud. noisy. annoying. wake up! crazy. alarm in your head that makes you realize WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING, stupid. school. work. firemen. black. i dont like this word. stress. discomfort.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.07.2011 @ 5:04 pm
They encapsulate my feels. Yellow, red, white…and, of course, that all important blue bill that makes me capable again. Pills enliven and encourage me. They invitamate me, inoculate me, protect and preserve me, mediate and medicate me.
» Posted By Nelson On 02.07.2011 @ 5:13 am
I’m at the beach with my ex-boyfriend. We were ex-boyfriends at the time that we were at the beach, and remembering this actually makes me wonder why I remember this time in particular. I’m from Florida so there are tons of occasion in which I was at the beach, why does this one stick out more than others?
» Posted By Nelson On 10.25.2010 @ 10:46 pm
potatoes grow in the ground and can hold heat for an extraordinarily long amount of time. people in the prarie times used these for heat on trips into town…at leas in the “little house on the prarie” they did. they also provided most of the food for the people of ireland for a while until they ran out. then thousands of people starved to death.
» Posted By nelson On 04.16.2010 @ 9:39 pm
I belong to somebody and I’m glad. i have my family and I belong with them and they with me. Belonging for a break in the world just for a little while. But no. Not today. I belong.
» Posted By Nelson On 12.14.2008 @ 12:17 pm
wish I had time to wish upon a star. the star feel slowly to the ground, not ins astreak, but like a leaf. Gentle and freely slowly spiralling down.It it the ground with a whisper and turned over into Laive.
» Posted By Nelson On 12.10.2008 @ 12:08 pm
Remember the time we went over Niagra falls in a VW Bug? It was awesome watching the horror on everyone’s face around us. But, hey, we’re Christians so we know where we’re going. Wheeeeeee! Going vertical on a vertical river and into a wall of water
» Posted By Nelson On 02.01.2009 @ 2:02 pm
cloth used to help keep warm during the winter
» Posted By nelson On 07.17.2008 @ 8:41 am
a penny is a waste of time and space.
» Posted By Nelson On 09.16.2009 @ 10:48 pm
like a leaf in an updraft or a hummingbird sipping at nectar in the afternoon shade. Craft across the water. Always wanted on of my own, hover-craft. So very cool. Got to be fun!
» Posted By Nelson On 12.01.2008 @ 11:13 am
it welled up inside of me. the infuriating tickling in my nose finally built to a climax and all the of air of lungs expelled itself in a furious explosion. ACHOOO
» Posted By Nelson On 08.26.2009 @ 2:16 am
I think twine is like thread, or some other kind of string. I don’t encounter this word very often in writing or anywhere else. . .it’s not as common as using “thread” or “string” or something.
» Posted By Nelson On 07.22.2009 @ 9:56 pm
» Posted By nelson On 09.25.2008 @ 4:08 pm
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as i climbed the last few meters of the top of the below freezing temps of the mile high mountain i felt exhausted,tired and with no hope of of finishing but then a mandatory voice deep withing me started to encourage saying do it,come on u can do it.all this effort for nothing you better finish or you are going to live with the remorse feeling of losing a huge bet just because of your physical pain your going to be ashamed of yourself and with that my my frozen fingers grabbed the ledge of the mountain and with a painful grudge i swung myself over it
» Posted By nelson On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am