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We split. It ended. Relationships end, and you split. I was so sure, so certain that we could last. I knew we were different. But then the damned day happened, and I knew nothing could ever change your mind. No debates, no jokes, and definitely no tears. I still see you now, and we may laugh, but I’ll never forget that you split.

» Posted By Ranisha On 12.30.2010 @ 4:17 pm


As time passes, we become. Don’t know how or why, but one day you’ll look in the mirror and see the difference. It could be years, months or maybe even a few seconds. You’d see yourself and realize that this is exactly where you belong. It might hurt and it might not be perfect, but it will be where you become.

» Posted By Ranisha On 09.17.2010 @ 8:17 pm


Under my heart I have a lot of love for him. And that’s because every single thing I do, no matter how minuscule or grand, reminds me of him. The juice in my fridge, the pictures on my wall, my sneakers, his neck. Everything is slowly becoming him.

» Posted By Ranisha On 08.20.2010 @ 5:21 pm


Flowers from the garden, cut and trimmed perfectly to adorn the new vase my mother got for her birthday. It had the most intricate patterns and colors ranging from indigo to a deep purple. She loved this vase. And for some reason, all I could think of was smashing it.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.21.2010 @ 8:50 am


I lose my element with the wrong people. Loud laughter, instant jokes, and close physical contact is all lost and I become an introvert. I forget who I am with the wrong people.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.16.2010 @ 5:38 pm


Leasing apartments, leasing hearts. Same thing, really. You give something that you own and care for to either a complete stranger or someone you once met before. You have no clue if you can trust them, but the only way to know for sure is to let them inside. If it breaks, then you know.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.13.2010 @ 7:11 pm


I don’t want to be forgotten. This is hands down, fear number one. Imagine living a life, whether it’s full or not, and no one gives a flying hoot about you after you’re gone. So the most we can do now is to make memories, laugh harder, and love just a little more. This way no one will ever forget our big smiles and even bigger hearts.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.12.2010 @ 6:05 pm


Actually, I’ll take another one, she said at the college student behind the counter. Ice cream. Perfect on a day like this. Perfect when the sun refuses to stop and intimidates the world by its powers. Ice cream, however, is the antidote.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.11.2010 @ 10:10 am


Exterminate regenerate. A Dr. Who reference. Interesting because I have never seen a single episode in my life. Generation, generations, expectations, reasoning, youth, wisdom, family, wanting, compromise.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.09.2010 @ 5:46 pm


Bear with me here, he said. But she didn’t want to. She was sick with just hanging on, so called “bearing” people simply because she had to. From now on, she will choose who she wants to listen to, make her own rules. Right after she finished listening to him.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.08.2010 @ 1:00 pm


She demanded order, any form of order in her life. Her chaotic heart continued to beat and she was sick of this. Some discipline, some rules, that’s all she ever wanted. No more craving for someone’s presence just because a sappy movie was on television.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.07.2010 @ 6:34 pm


My heart’s in a chaos. I constantly want your heart beating next to mine, to hear the repetitive thumping of blood through your veins. I want your hands close enough for me to hold them. This chaos is only getting worse.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.06.2010 @ 7:42 pm


Mythical love. That’s what she had. He was there, her knight in (maybe not shining) armor, but he was there. He bought her flowers, kissed her cheek, held her hand while walking through streets filled with cafes. Her love was the kind of love they wrote stories and sappy love songs about, the kind people tried to capture in pictures, the kind that people craved; and she had it all.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.05.2010 @ 8:01 pm


So I was just a pawn, she realized. Nothing more than a toy to be flung around, carelessly thrown away. But she had treated him like a king, a king of more than just a chess game– the king of her life. She must remember, however, that she is just a mere pawn.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.03.2010 @ 2:06 pm


To those who go before us, we salute you. Those who fell in the war of love, those who surrendered, and even more so to those who were victorious. As for us, we will watch the world with our hands stretched firmly across our heads.

» Posted By Ranisha On 07.01.2010 @ 4:50 pm


He was the guy who changed with the season. Skinny jeans, converse, hats and shades. Everyday, something new for the girls to look at and the guys to stare. His clothes changed with the season. But his heart, his heart he managed to keep the same.

» Posted By Ranisha On 06.30.2010 @ 12:24 pm


I’ll carve our names in hearts in every tree in town, he promised. Just our initials all over this freaking town. And she believes this. She believes this because he means it. He’s the first one who meant what he said, and for this, she loves him more than a million carved trees can ever explain.

» Posted By Ranisha On 06.29.2010 @ 4:36 pm


The points of the fence shined so hard she was sure she’d go blind if she looked for one more second. But his house was just past that face. Merely a few yards. If she looked just a few more seconds, he would come out his glorious front door.

» Posted By Ranisha On 06.28.2010 @ 11:29 am


She saw him walk away, his words in his mouth, his smile in his eyes, the laughter in his tongue. She knew. She knew there was no truth in his promises, no hardship in his past. She knew.

» Posted By Ranisha On 06.27.2010 @ 8:19 pm


Velvet. What a God awful material. It reminded her of bad wedding dresses and awkward elementary school pictures. It was just wrong. Like a groom wearing a hat to his own wedding. He asked her again, “So, what do you think?” She looked at his velvet suit, forced a smile and said, “It’s perfect.”

» Posted By Ranisha On 06.25.2010 @ 7:24 pm


She stared at the city lights and confusion settled in. Take the 7 to…where was it? I knew I was going to get lost, I should have asked for directions, her restless mind argues with herself. She looks around trying to find a helpful face, maybe a mother of two children who won’t scam her. She found stairs

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.14.2010 @ 3:05 pm


He had the greatest hair. Everyday she walked by him after fourth period English and stared at the locks of curls set atop on his gorgeous head. She smiled at him, and they made eye contact for a few seconds until the rush of the hallway set in. She’d turn around right before going into the next class just to get another glimpse of his hair.

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.12.2010 @ 2:48 pm


Wigs and hair and little pieces of cardboard. She wore a different wig everyday in the mess that was her life. She told people she liked to change things up. She told them that she hated being constant and boring. But that wasn’t it. She didn’t know what she was doing. Why the hell did she wear a wig? She had gorgeous brown hair

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.11.2010 @ 9:11 pm


The scotch tape held up her favorite items on her walls for year. But today, she looked at them in scorn. She asked herself why she taped up ripped up pictures from magazines. When did she think this was a good idea? This isn’t me, she thought. I am no longer this person I made myself. As her mind filled up with thoughts, she grabbed at the pages and ripped up all

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.11.2010 @ 10:30 am


Holy hell, she thought. Where did he come from? There was the horse-drawn sleigh at the town dinner party. He was wearing nothings special, just a black button down shirt with jeans and sneakers. He wasn’t dressed up, but neither was she, but everything felt so perfect. Why is he here? I’m sure I’ll fall of this horse if

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.09.2010 @ 8:30 am


Fragment. Just tiny pieces of something much, much bigger. They could fall apart by accident or due to their own accord. It could be full of purpose and meaning, or it could be accidental, a sudden whim for change. Moments can be considered fragments. Or life. But that sounds too bleak, so I prefer moments.

» Posted By Ranisha On 04.07.2010 @ 12:28 pm


She was upset because he wasn’t there. He said he would, she thinks. He’s late. He’s late and he’s not here. A mental list of all the things she needs to do runs down her mind. I am not made of time, as she argues with herself. Her anxiety boils as she glances down the street, hoping that his image would appear.

» Posted By Ranisha On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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