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the instructor was graceful and fluid with his teaching
and somehow his words were reaching
the far away parts of my brain
with every minute passing there was a plethora of knowledge to gain
and i cant tell if it was good or bad
but i will say theirs a lot to be had
from the simple instructors class

» Posted By Paris On 05.03.2015 @ 9:29 am


He was adorned with jewelry. Covered with it. It draped along his skin, his now forever cold flesh. The scent of incense was heavy. Anointed with oils he lay on the streets.

» Posted By Paris On 06.20.2013 @ 6:18 pm


He was the coach of a middle school baseball team. He was nothing out of the ordinary, and neither were they. Extraordinarily ordinary was the perfect description. But yet, somehow it was that. That man who changed them all. That man with his lopsided smile and his too close together eyes that made the small town of Amandas irrevocably different.

» Posted By Paris On 06.10.2013 @ 8:19 pm


I was a fool. Everyone is a fool at some point. That’s perfectly fine. But I was a fool in the worst way. I was a fool in a way that caused pain to myself, and one I claimed to love. I hurt those around me, and made myself into a person I wasn’t.

» Posted By Paris On 06.09.2013 @ 10:57 pm


thinks about her sitting in the classroom all alone. well she isnt alone not really. the students are there. but she must just be sitting bored, her chin on her hand like it always was. she has her hair up because she doesn’t wash it midweek. she’s probably wearing stockings today as the winds picked up a bit. is she thinking about me? i’m thinking about her. thinking about her honey eyes and her soft lips. it seems wrong to think of someones teacher like that. I used to think about my teachers like that but then I was always a bad student.

» Posted By Paris On 02.06.2013 @ 6:17 am


The end is sad. I hate it when things end and I hate change. People die lives end. Relationships end. I wish hings didnt end until people were completely ready. That would make life so much easier. And it would make people happier because who really wants the end?

» Posted By Paris On 01.13.2013 @ 8:09 pm


Change yourself because if you don’t learn that you are an utter nothing as a human, you will not succeed. An utter nothing with some power to change almost everything

» Posted By Paris On 02.11.2013 @ 12:39 pm


He was a distributor of happiness. Everywhere he went he showed a smile across his face and commented a friendly, “How are you today, m’am? Sir?” He was known for distributing an exuberance of happiness everywhere he went.

» Posted By Paris On 06.26.2012 @ 12:59 pm


I have a very brief amount of time to write. I don’t know how much I can even write in 60 seconds. I don’t know how I can even think AND write anything in 60 seconds. But, such is living in the moment. Don’t think, just do. Maybe I should start doing that more.

» Posted By Paris On 06.13.2012 @ 2:01 am


Once brought to the courthouse, I could feel the eyes on me as they all determined my fate. Nobody but me knew the truth, and I couldn’t help but feel threatened by their curious gazes. I knew I was innocent, but the conviction in the eyes of the one accusing me convinced them otherwise.

» Posted By Paris On 10.12.2011 @ 10:50 am


freight fast, out of control, cant stop.. think fast..aaaaaah crash fast, slow long loud.. station..

» Posted By Paris On 06.15.2011 @ 10:27 pm


her figure floats through the window, she bares her teeth. she is shame, she is fear, she is love, she is…

» Posted By paris On 03.17.2011 @ 7:46 am


Formal… Who needs formal?? Why aren’t we are best all the time?? If you can’t accept me as is, formal or not, then to hell with you any ways. :)

» Posted By Paris On 09.20.2010 @ 12:12 pm


The soft breeze caressed my face… it was a cold day, and the mist from the nearby lake was gentle, and cool upon my furrowed brow.

» Posted By Paris On 08.25.2010 @ 4:17 am


as alert as one could be..she trudged on weary..hungry..but the light kept her going..down till the last muscle in her body was tellin her to stop.. to rest..she knew she might not make it!

» Posted By paris On 07.10.2009 @ 11:27 am


it surrounds me makes me want you holds me closer than you ever knew. it places me in a place where redundant and peace are co existing. surround me with you voice, with you needs, with your wants. surround me with your love.

» Posted By paris On 07.04.2009 @ 11:59 am

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