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The sunlight was coming through the window as it was the beginning of the dawn. The warmth hugged me like a fuzzy robe and kept the cold at bay.

» Posted By rox On 01.08.2018 @ 8:30 am


Trees and deep smoky skies and the smell of cedar and pine. My feet are pricked by the sharp texture of the twigs on the ground, but I press on, becoming numb to the discomfort. I touch tree bark, running my fingers down the length of one.

» Posted By Rox On 06.06.2016 @ 2:14 pm


Sunday morning, ten AM. Every Sunday for as long as I can remember. Wednesday nights, and fifth sunday singing whenever a month would have 5 sundays squeezed into it. No one ever picked the songs I requested. No one bothered to learn them. Crackers, then pita bread, and after that hand made pieces of something I don’t even know the name of.

» Posted By Rox On 01.17.2014 @ 10:07 am


Taken, stolen, that’s what you’ve done. You’re a thief in friend’s clothing and I have had enough. My sanity does not depend on you any longer. I will never again ask you permission to be who I’ve always been meant to be.

» Posted By Rox On 01.10.2014 @ 8:50 pm


Broadcast my news and that will be the end of you she said to me as she stormed out the door. I couldn’t help but laugh because only a fool would lose their temper without being given the whole story to even evict emotions from. But who am I to really judge her emotions? I’m just a friend but after that out burst, who knows..

» Posted By Rox On 12.09.2012 @ 12:43 am


The light bulb is burnt out. The flame is not lit. There is no more feeling, no warmth, no love. All that is left is darkness, and I am cold.

» Posted By Rox On 08.07.2011 @ 9:24 am


I remember last summer when I was at the beach with my friends and we just had a great time I love the sun, the sea, the summer, just so happy to know that everything is just great, gos loves us

» Posted By rox On 05.30.2011 @ 6:59 pm


screwdriver death tornillo sonic

» Posted By rox On 04.28.2011 @ 11:28 pm


audience should apreciate an artist,or a performer.The audience should appaud everytime someone does something on stage even if the person isn’t quite good,because that way,they will all feel apreciated and loved and that their work wasn’t done for nothing.

» Posted By Rox On 03.28.2011 @ 7:06 am


What is specific is what reallymatters as uniaueness is the essence of any himan being.Once You have lost your specific feature,you are

» Posted By Rox On 03.02.2011 @ 11:49 am


That is me. I and my feelings are closed. I shoved them away out of sight and locked up; now I don’t know how to get them back out. I lost the key. I wish I would have known.

» Posted By Rox On 11.27.2010 @ 8:57 pm


its a sad very sad day. I look out the window and all i see are gray skies. WTF ? i ask myself. Its June not January. I think todays going to be very bad. Too bad today is Friday.

» Posted By Rox On 08.25.2010 @ 6:29 pm


Eternally. I will love you eternally. Said with such conviction, earnestly. But five years on …… who knows? Love you for as long as I need you, love you till I get a better offer?

» Posted By Rox On 08.16.2010 @ 6:40 pm


It had been a long day, a shit of a day in fact. Reaching for the bottle, she picked up the Whiskey, twisted open the top and poured herself a good slug. Raising the glass to her lips, she drank greedily of the amber fluid. “That really hit the spot”.

» Posted By Rox On 08.08.2010 @ 9:17 pm


Fences. We are surounded by them, fences around our properties, fences to keep us in, fences to keep us out. Fences around our hearts to ensure we keep it all proper and together. Animals behind fences, people behind fences. Those we dont want to let into Australia, behind fences on a tropical island ….

» Posted By Rox On 08.03.2010 @ 6:11 pm


Miles keeping us away, tearing us apart. That for almost two years have been between you and I. But not anymore, I realized that miles are no the ones that keep us away.

» Posted By Rox On 07.30.2010 @ 9:04 pm


The tide of life. The good and the bad comes as certainly as the morning and evening tides. Waves of good luck and waves of bad luck.. We all seem to have them. Oh so profound at this time of morning. Or not. What d’ya reckon? t

» Posted By Rox On 06.22.2010 @ 5:17 pm


She peered into the toyshop window. There were dolls of all descriptions; baby dolls, bride dolls, barbie dolls – even a Ken doll. She had longed for a Barbie since her best friend, Beattie, had got one for Christmas last year. She didn’t like to ask her parents for anything really, she knew just how hard they worked and how little money they had.

» Posted By rox On 04.27.2010 @ 4:21 pm


My reflex is to run. Run run run.
Something embarrassing? Run.
Something scary? Run.

How do I break this habitual sprint?

What am I missing out on?

» Posted By Rox On 05.17.2010 @ 9:44 pm


Stand by your man. Or so Tammy Wynette said. Stand by your man in all circumstances? I think not. What if he is cruel to animals or children? What if he has a comb over? What if he is violent? What if, what if, what if?

» Posted By Rox On 05.11.2010 @ 10:46 pm


She watched him stride down the street; straight-backed, head erect on his wide shoulders, looking like a man on a mission. She had seen him a couple of times this week, and each time he seemed to be in a dreadful hurry.

» Posted By Rox On 05.09.2010 @ 10:48 pm


man i already got this word once today, FUCK IT!

» Posted By rox On 09.23.2009 @ 2:45 pm


i am standing on the corner waiting for my next ‘joe’. its been about a half hour since the last one dropped me off.. i love the money but i hate the men. slimy, greasy, and gross.. i don’t know when i’ll be able to stop this.. i just

» Posted By rox On 09.12.2009 @ 9:04 pm

i sit in my corner all day long with nothing to do and nowhere to go. i wonder why i am constantly ridiculed and placed into this corner while mom and dad go out and play.

» Posted By rox On 09.12.2009 @ 9:02 pm


She lent down to disconnect the cord from the plug. As she pulled the plug out a hock ran up the length of her arrm. Letting go of the plug she slumped to the ground, holding her arm. An excruciating pain travelled from her wrist up to her shoulder.

» Posted By Rox On 04.14.2009 @ 4:33 pm


This is the same word as yesterday! I sat in the shade of the tall oak tree, the sun filtering through its heavy branches/ The sun was hot, but I was cool lying there. I glanced up at the thick canopy of branches and could see lines of the deep blue sky.

» Posted By Rox On 04.12.2009 @ 4:31 pm


what is a limit besides a false accusation by a lesser specices?

» Posted By rox On 04.11.2009 @ 11:05 am


i salivated. its smooth rich decidence filled me…my stomach warmed and my throat soothed and chilled.. angels sang and demons laughed.

» Posted By Rox On 01.07.2010 @ 6:19 pm


She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.

» Posted By Rox On 11.29.2009 @ 9:03 pm

She felt as if she was transparent. Volnerable, exposed, as if her every thought were visable to everyone else. She hated this about herself; why couldn’t she keep things to herself> She felt as if she wore her heart on her sleeve, for the whole world to see her frailties, her insecurities.

» Posted By Rox On 11.29.2009 @ 9:02 pm

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