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you gave me your nail polish
so many contained glitter
they’re under my bed now

» Posted By rory On 12.26.2015 @ 10:34 pm


She had white flour in her hair when Cory walked in. “What are you doing?” He laughed out. It was covering the entire floor. She dusted off her shirt.
“I was trying to make you a cake, but it exploded.” He walked over to her, his shoes leaving foot prints in the flour. He hugged her. “I’m sorry I made a mess, Cor.” They laughed.

» Posted By Rory On 08.10.2015 @ 3:06 pm


cover me in
vericose veins
your arms scare me out

» Posted By Rory On 07.15.2014 @ 2:48 pm


Sam gasped as he looked behind him,the cat was crawling up to him . he was hiding inside nis neighbours heating duct, trying to get away from the cat

» Posted By Rory On 06.18.2014 @ 7:21 pm


always feel like you have to be progressive with this english teacher. everything has to be groundbreaking– nothing can just be. you have to progress, your mind has to progress, your paper and your thesis have to progress– your grade has to progress. “Almost a C”. so fucking pretentious.

» Posted By rory On 02.02.2014 @ 10:46 pm


I’ve had many casts in my years as a teenager. I have not had the chance to experience a plaster cast, but I’m sure once you’ve worn one, you have worn them all.

» Posted By Rory On 07.26.2013 @ 5:34 pm


You never feel like doing that thing again after getting blamed from something you didn’t actually do. You are hesitant for the rest of your life, but you need to look at it differently. Don’t listen to the blaming, you can do whatever you want. Don’t like the opinions of others stop you.

» Posted By Rory On 06.25.2013 @ 12:46 pm


I was incomplete for a long time, it was my own doing. I managed to feel like something was missing from my own life, but again it was my own doing. I have managed to let others see through and get to know me, thus slowly allowing myself to feel whole.

» Posted By Rory On 06.21.2013 @ 10:19 pm


Shells are so beautiful, I like to walk along the beach at the ocean and see all the different shells that have washed up son shore here. I think of the little creatures that once inhabited these shells and think of their life among the tides. .

» Posted By Rory On 06.20.2013 @ 1:55 am


Can you tell a tall tale that doesn’t start once upon a time ago? Can you tell a tall tale that’ll last the whole night long?

Words can take you far away, stories double up as wings. How far away can you soar and how far can you sink?

Tell the stories, spin the tales, never be afraid to fly.

» Posted By Rory On 03.11.2013 @ 9:50 pm


Withered branches on an old tree. Forever or just for this winter?

A word I knew in Chinese, but need to brush up on.

Everything leads to brainless panic in my mind.

I wonder what it would be like to be normal?

A lot more boring I would think.

I’m as normal as I’m going to get.

Judging by this stepping stone of thoughts, that’s not very, .

» Posted By Rory On 03.10.2013 @ 10:04 pm


Flames, flames on the side of my face!

I can’t believe it took me that long to see that movie. It is one of those nice times where the fuss is really worth it.

Which reminds me. It says something about my life right now that I’m too tired to watch movies when I get home. So much for my plan to keep turning over Netflix DVDs.

Not that my very spotty mail delivery service is helping that along any.

I do wonder what happened to my shoes.

» Posted By Rory On 03.05.2013 @ 10:22 pm


Who is weak? The boy who can’t bend a bow or the one who can shoot straight but won’t stand up to a bully?

Whether his arms shake or his knees lock up, do the details matter? Or is this courage and not weakness?

What about the one who eats the whole chocolate cake? Is he too weak?

» Posted By Rory On 03.03.2013 @ 10:42 pm


Sentenced for a something he didn’t do. Sentenced to a life she never wanted. Sentenced before he’s even born.

Sentenced with two short words.

“I do.”

» Posted By Rory On 02.28.2013 @ 11:15 pm


A knock on the door can start an adventure or end a day. Is it Gandalf offering you the one ring or the pizza boy three hours late with your four cheese and veggie? Or an old friend showing up out of the blue, needing a place to crash for the night. Knock knock, who’s there? No one you know.

» Posted By Rory On 02.27.2013 @ 11:46 pm


Adding to and adding details. Are my stories the truth or did I add something to make them brighter? Or do I just collect bright stories and bright people with stories because I love the details. But at the heart of all my stories is the truth. The embellishments are few and far between and rare. Or have I just re-written the past to fit the bright picture in my head. I gotta write that book.

» Posted By Rory On 02.25.2013 @ 12:12 am


Remember English class senior year? All sorts of topics, but one of them was the idea that all of reality is just a shadow we see on the back of the cave. It was by some philosopher from Greece. I really should brush up on my philosophers. I mean, I learned them all in psych and history but I do need to review on Memrise or something.

» Posted By Rory On 02.23.2013 @ 4:19 pm


Sprawled across the bed he lay, eyes lost and blank as he stared up at the ceiling. His mind wondering freely but his body disobeying the order to get up. He would occasionally shift but never truly leave his spot as if he was utterly crippled.

» Posted By Rory On 02.17.2013 @ 1:49 pm


the only sexually stimulating thing to me in this world. smarter then my group…the males. vagina walker.

» Posted By rory On 12.31.2012 @ 8:18 pm


the methods of torture
you use on me
are killing me
Here I am
taking it
all of it
from you.
Can’t you see?
We all need
saving sometimes.

» Posted By Rory On 12.09.2012 @ 8:29 pm


The radio broadcast was playing in the background as they drove North towards the city. It was Christmas time, and every year on Christmas Eve, the Falks drove into the city to visit their Dad. He worked for Trump and didn’t get to see his family too much. Nora looked up into the sky and watched the storm clouds roll in. Her mom was talking but she wasn’t listening. What would seeing Dad be like this year? Last year, he gave Joey and her a flat screen TV each. The year before, they’d gotten their own Vespas. “Nora, I asked if you were excited to see your father,” her mom said loudly. Nora took her head off the window and looked at her mom. “Honestly?” she asked. “No.” She titled her head back against the glass and shut her eyes.

» Posted By Rory On 12.08.2012 @ 2:05 pm


In July, I met Andy. He told me he was from Africa, and that he’d come here to meet family. But I never saw him with anyone that seemed like any sort of family. That July, I met the boy who would change my life forever. Andy, I would discover, didn’t have a family, but he had a willing, open, heart.

» Posted By Rory On 12.07.2012 @ 8:57 pm


I sat down on the massage bed, unable to relax. I should have been lying down but somehow I needed the massousse to help me move my own joints, as if they lacked all autonomous oomph or will to relax me.

» Posted By Rory On 09.09.2012 @ 12:44 pm


blanket body bed naked sleeping stranger protection safe warm hidden away no world just me quilt

» Posted By rory On 09.02.2012 @ 2:38 pm


Whenever you feel like you don’t have anything and can’t do anything about it, all there is to do is try to gain again. And again and again. It’s the only alternative to losses in general. You must strive, and try to achieve. Do better than you did the last time.

» Posted By Rory On 07.30.2012 @ 9:47 pm


What are instructions, really? All they are good for is categorizing whom the good and the bad are. If you follow the rules, which is really all instructions are, you’re good. If you don’t, you’re bad. In a system that deems who the good and the bad guys are, based solely on whether or not they can follow a set of rules, no matter how screwed up those rules actually are, is a world worth changing. It only takes one person who is willing to make the effort, who is willing to break as many rules as possible, to see how many instructions they can out-wit, and have them still turn out the good guy in the end, to change this dismal world. It only takes one to start the ball rolling and once it starts, only heaven knows where it’ll stop.

» Posted By Rory On 07.21.2012 @ 5:42 pm

I really stink at following instructions. My mother tells me on a daily basis, as does my trainer. But the one day it was actually necessary for me to follow directions, was the day I screwed up the most. That was the day I died.

» Posted By Rory On 07.21.2012 @ 3:55 pm


People always assume that if someone they love were to be murdered, they would be able to spot the man who killed that loved on sight. They don’t know how wrong there are.
When someone you love is killed, everyone looks like a suspect. The mail man, the lady who waters her flowers across the street far too late at night, even that teenager down the street with the awful haircut. They all did it. They are the ones that turned me into a monster.

» Posted By Rory On 07.20.2012 @ 6:31 pm


Its a load to take on but once it’s sorted it will mean the world to you and yours, so go now and configure!

» Posted By Rory On 06.28.2012 @ 8:59 am


I don’t know what else to say but i think that somehow this exercise is meant to help unleash creativity. the word framework however, offers little in the way of opening any doors to vast depths of pure original thought.

» Posted By rory On 06.17.2012 @ 5:54 pm

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