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She danced in the grass, an abandoned rural area free from judgement, the bugs jumping from the vibrations of her ablaze feet, disturbing their homes under the soil.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 01.12.2016 @ 2:55 pm
Their wealth separated them not; the familys feud was it.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 12.08.2015 @ 2:46 pm
Bitches be goin on a trip in they favorite rocket ship blowing through the sky little white guys
» Posted By Rhiannon On 11.17.2015 @ 1:36 pm
She took her last breath as he held on to her.
Greif was the feeling of her still warm flesh sticking his jacket to his arm
Greif was the bloody smile lain still of which he used to kiss
Greif was love in that moment
Her eyes still wondering in the lusty clouds
Her eyes staring up into heaven, leaving this world behind in a awestruck glance
Hurdling metal ending her last dreamy attemp at a life
A life well worn.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 11.10.2015 @ 1:29 pm
Leaning over the oceans
Salt blinding his blue eyes
Clouds bending him farther into the puddle of desolate seas
» Posted By Rhiannon On 11.05.2015 @ 1:05 pm
I once read an article about occupancy. It was terrible. Not to mention I didnt really know what it meant. Does it mean to occupy space? Like a crowded elevator? Nah, That’d be dumb. Perhaps I should look it up on google.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 02.26.2014 @ 2:59 pm
It wasn’t plausible. It wasn’t even imaginable. That that much cake could fit inside one person. It just wasn’t possible. But, As Adrian watched, enthralled, as the young woman across from him continued to shovel cheesecake into her mouth with admirable enthusiasm, he was forced to conclude that it was in fact happening.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 01.25.2014 @ 8:00 pm
It wasn’t at all plausible. It wasn’t even imaginable. That that much cake could fit inside a person that size, just wasn’t possible. But, as Adrian watched, enthralled as the tiny young woman across from him continued to shovel cheesecake into her mouth with admirable enthusiasm, he had no choice but to believe it.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 01.25.2014 @ 7:44 pm
I would be so glad to be derived from something, but being human, I can only be from. See, I wish I was ‘Derived from the glowing hills, dancing with the rain of Ireland.’ Then to be ‘From somewhere in Europe, we don’t know.’
» Posted By Rhiannon On 07.10.2013 @ 10:23 pm
You see, I think the word derived is just about the best word ever. Why? Because who doesn’t want to be derived from something? I’d rather be ‘Derived from the misty flowing hills of deep Ireland.’ than ‘From some place by London? I don’t know.’
» Posted By Rhiannon On 07.10.2013 @ 10:19 pm
manifest doesnt really make me think of the meaning of the word, partly because i dont really know what it means, but also it makes me think of a man in a forrest in a festival. or well festival in a forrest.
» Posted By rhiannon On 07.04.2013 @ 8:46 pm
well i guess the first thing that comes to mind is the only sport i’ve really ever played, volleyball. i had a good, encouraging coach. but the next thing i thinnk about is a life coach. am i my own life coach? am i someone elses? do we even need a life coach or is life coached on its own?
» Posted By rhiannon On 06.10.2013 @ 4:06 pm
clear and easy to do, thats ho
» Posted By Rhiannon On 12.06.2012 @ 4:29 am
The society was corrupt. Everyone knew it. Everyone knew why too. It was their leader. Their cabinet members. Their messiah’s and hopes and truth bringers. They were all to blame. Causing problems and never giving solid solutions. Everyone knew it but no one knew how to stop them. No one wanted to try.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 02.13.2013 @ 4:36 am
back and forth the teeter totter kept a monotonous tradition of the way it was see sawing. The boy on one end and girl at the other. At seven years old neither knew the love that was going to build between them.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 10.22.2012 @ 11:35 pm
“These savage needs to be civilized, Packard. And we have to civilize them.” He slurped his tea noisily.
“But sir, I don’t think…”
“No, Packard, you don’t think. You do as I say.”
» Posted By Rhiannon On 10.16.2012 @ 2:37 pm
It’s not always easy to give, but sometimes it’s even harder to ask for. Sometimes the measure of a person comes from how much they are willing to give and how often they are willing to accept it.
It’s one of the most important parts of a functioning society, and it takes compassion to work.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 09.26.2012 @ 4:00 pm
when we are together i feel like nothing else matters, like we are one and we are all. when we die we will be together in everything, in the air, in the flowers, in the breeze and in all new life. we will start again we will start again as everything. and we will never look back
» Posted By Rhiannon On 09.18.2012 @ 5:28 am
She shouted, throwing a plate a the door.
“You can’t make me. Don’t even try.”
He stood, a dark figure in the doorway.
“Just watch me, little girl. There’s no knowing where this could go.”
The smashed plates littered the floor with glittering shards.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 08.27.2012 @ 6:57 pm
cabbage can be a no go zone for many people, a vegetable too far, but Henry was not only anti cabbage on the plate, he destroyed the green stuff wherever he could find it. This included the Remmington Road allotments
» Posted By Rhiannon On 08.15.2012 @ 3:15 pm
I love texting. My friends love texting, Uh, yeah. So we all text… A lot. What is the point of texting? So you dont have to call the person and make it awkward when you have nothing to say. You can take as long as you want when you text. But dont take too long. You’ll piss people off. Kthanksbaii.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 08.10.2012 @ 4:13 pm
Chills. Like penguins in snow or like the feeling that you get from a really good horror movie! Or the feeling that runs through you when you know you did the wrong thing. Or the feeling that that special person gives you every time they touch you.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 06.30.2012 @ 1:54 pm
I like to dwell on things, and take my time. It’s a nice feeling to take a moment to take in something and enjoy it. I feel this word has a lovely, smooth motion to it, as if you could dwell by a slow flowing river, or in a meadow. Sometimes, it’s what we need in this busy life, to dwell. Taking a step back, smelling the flower, hearing a child laugh, or talking to your parents, can all become so futile in this world of ours that we forget to prioritise the important and wonderful things in life.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 06.23.2012 @ 4:09 pm
Back to the chopping block.
The alarm bell sounds, just one strike of metal on metal, and I’m swept up in the crowd headed back into the factory. I hold in a sneeze as I push through the door, dust swirling through the air from the disturbance. Not that I mind; the daily grind of factory life fills my coin purse generously at the end of each week.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 06.07.2012 @ 12:50 pm
As I was drifting into the distance all I could think about was why did I do it? Why did I jump. It was a silly thing to do I guess. And now everything is drifting. Drifting far far away. Like snowflakes on a cold snowy day.
» Posted By rhiannon On 03.26.2012 @ 1:06 pm
weave. i imagine old ladies, from and indian tribe, sitting at a lake, weaving baskets. I imagine them hearing the wind and feeling a cold breeze. they har their grandchildren are playing in the woods and they think back to when they were young.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 03.03.2012 @ 1:49 am
is the masterpiece.
the master, is in the center.
piece my life together,
and see the puzzle.
read the mystery,
and solve the problems.
and lose your mind.
» Posted By rhiannon On 12.04.2011 @ 5:38 pm
What is wrong?
What is right?
Is it okay to do the things you do?
Is it okay to be you? For you?
Is it wrong to be with me?
Is it right to live life free?
» Posted By Rhiannon On 10.04.2011 @ 4:24 pm
I suppose it doesn’t matter,
I suppose it makes no sense.
I suppose the fact you’re happy,
Is at my own dispense.
So I’ll just wait and wonder,
About the how and why,
And tell me this though truly,
You don’t understand why
» Posted By Rhiannon On 10.03.2011 @ 8:35 pm
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Out by the sea. It broke and spilled forth, and she wasnt sure if she was happy anymore. Her toes found the sand and in between her feet she was home. But the oceans waves beckoned. To drag her under, she knew how to swim. She wanted to learn how to drown. All too soon all too late.
» Posted By Rhiannon On 09.22.2011 @ 2:52 pm