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She felt the weight of their eyes on her as she stepped on stage. As part of her pre-performance ritual, she tuned her violin in front of the audience, calibrating the horsehair to her exact needs, hoping the instrument she strung herself wouldn’t fail her this time.
» Posted By Roma On 06.16.2013 @ 8:46 pm
The Colossus of Clout. Honestly, I didn’t even know what clout meant. All I know was the thrill of being able to watch a, should I say, rare movie classic inspired by Babe Ruth. That was I knew about Babe Ruth.
» Posted By Roma On 05.24.2013 @ 9:18 am
I’ve never been to Manhattan, and I’m not sure what it even is. Was it a town in America? Or was it a state?
I wouldn’t know because I don’t know much about the world. I have a computer that I surf with but I still don’t know very much.
I don’t know very much at all, even though I have one of the many portals on knowledge in front of me. Am I stupid? Or am I just naive?
I don’t know, but maybe others know. Maybe that’s why they call me stupid. Maybe that’s why this story has nothing to do with Manhattan anymore.
» Posted By Roma On 05.17.2013 @ 9:07 am
i am listening to what you say
my ears are facing the window
my eyes are facing the speakers
i have no listening posture
teachers are wrong when they say
that eye contact means i care
i don’t look at you but
i am listening to what you say
» Posted By Roma On 03.24.2013 @ 8:05 pm
Since i was a small kid i use.to play wid dolls and often spend my time cycling . since the time.have gone n left the memories behind. no body knows how and where the time left us.since then i have been looking for the right time.
» Posted By roma On 10.13.2012 @ 11:20 pm
» Posted By roma On 09.22.2012 @ 9:31 am
Bring the headphones in
the music is playing
it’s a thrill to be hearing clear
Bring the headphones in.
» Posted By Roma On 09.09.2012 @ 7:52 am
i refuse to accept this fate you have handed me, life is not done my friend and we have yet to live and explore. do not waste my friend, cling to life and love, do not give up but dream and hope and live, jump and dance and sing. we have yet to live and yet to love, so do not accept this fate and fight till your dying day
» Posted By roma On 08.27.2012 @ 12:29 pm
I saw a high=tech doorknob over the internet last night. People can be so creative. Then i realized I’m not fond of doorknobs no matter how fancy they could be. Of stairs, I am. Also, doorknobs can be scary and/or mysterious. If you know what I mean.
» Posted By Roma On 07.13.2012 @ 6:41 pm
The glass seemed too fragile to hold the light in: a camping lantern, designed for rough handling and hard weather, gave off the brightest glow in the interminable darkness and defied its own construction.
» Posted By Roma On 03.02.2012 @ 1:44 am
The glass seemed too fragile to hold the light in: a camping lantern, designed for rough handling and hardly weather, gave off the brightest glow in the interminable darkness and defied its own construction.
» Posted By Roma On 03.02.2012 @ 1:42 am
Orbiting unceasingly around the Sun, Earth wondered what it might feel like to break away. Saturn sounded nice this time of year.
» Posted By Roma On 02.07.2012 @ 9:57 am
One trunk. One whole lifetime, twenty-five years of possessions and memories, six square feet of space — the numbers didn’t add up.
» Posted By Roma On 01.04.2012 @ 1:33 am
From dawn till dusk, the world functions a certain way. After nightfall, the tables turn and all expectations are reversed: no longer do your petty daytime arguments hold weight in the infinite blackness of a street without lamps to light the way.
» Posted By Roma On 12.21.2011 @ 1:02 am
moon spontaneous well thought like i say whatever give it to me right now
no no no
» Posted By roma On 10.25.2011 @ 3:54 am
Brick used to be a name, or at least a popular nickname, for a certain high school archetype: the large blond jock, stronger than he was smart, inexplicably attractive to girls who should have known better — but no more. Is it that we have no patience for the Bricks of the world now, or is it that they go by a new name? Brad? Mike? Joe?
» Posted By Roma On 08.08.2011 @ 4:14 pm
Unable to keep anything in her life plain, she took the canvas of the tent for its artistic purpose. Staring upwards, the two gazed at the sky: not the natural light of the stars from above, but her elaborately painted conception of them, shining down in quite a different way.
» Posted By Roma On 08.07.2011 @ 12:28 pm
Bulbs, both light and tulip, represent possibility — the one of flowering growth, the other, metaphorically, of an idea. Brilliance can apply to both, referring either to remarkability either in hue or significance.
» Posted By Roma On 08.07.2011 @ 12:13 am
Amuse. A muse. The muse of amusement? An amusing muse. Amusing musings. A musing muse. An amusing muse musing in an amusement park.
» Posted By Roma On 07.28.2011 @ 8:53 pm
“She’s got a ticket to ride” — who’s got a ticket? to ride what? going where? These are my questions, Messrs. McCartney, Lennon, Harrison, & Starr.
» Posted By Roma On 07.22.2011 @ 7:43 pm
Violent is a red word, but violet is a violet one — appropriate, no? Funny how a single letter can make such a difference, and no two things are more different than flowers and murder.
» Posted By Roma On 07.20.2011 @ 5:23 pm
“Assisted living” was nothing more than a polite metaphor for Death’s waiting room. She mused idly on the French lessons of her youth, remembering the curious incongruity between the meaning on the page and the meaning in her mind: “assister,” contrary to the assumptions of her native-tongued mentality, was more likely to connote attendance than aid. She was a guest of her old age, but more standing-room-only than VIP.
» Posted By Roma On 07.04.2011 @ 11:32 am
She froze. The blankness stared back at her, relentless, waiting for a response.
» Posted By Roma On 06.04.2011 @ 6:23 pm
i am thirsty. for friends, for knowledge, for everything that sits above, on and below this earth. SOmetimes it is so strong that it overwhelms me. Sometimes i have to lie down and breathe, becuase it is all I can do.
Sometimes it is simple. Thirst is just for water. or for a hand to hold. for the feel of my cat’s fur under my fingers.
» Posted By roma On 04.10.2011 @ 7:34 pm
give me hope. give me something to work with. i just need an answer. i can’t wait forever. i’m sick of waiting. please just give me an answer. it’s driving me insane. please. i can’t do this for much longer….
» Posted By roma On 12.24.2008 @ 11:29 pm
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» Posted By Roma On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am