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balcony

I stand at the edge of the balcony. My hands grip the fence. I jump up. I am crouching on the balcony. “This is it,” I whisper. “This is it!” I yell to the town. I let myself fall off. The last thing I remember is a warm, happy feeling in the center of my chest.

» Posted By rusty On 07.29.2017 @ 4:22 pm

lunatic

Ian stared at Molly like she was a lunatic. “I’m terrified of heights.” He chocked out with a gasp as he followed her to the edge of the forty story building. “There’s no way I’m jumping!” He stammered as he looked down. “I mean, even if I trusted you I don’t think I can jump.”

» Posted By Rusty On 11.22.2016 @ 9:45 pm

perplexed

Ian stared perplexed at Molly as she walked up to the edge of the building.
“Do you trust me?”
His eyes wavered but his voice didn’t, “Yes…”
She grinned, “Jump, Ian.”

» Posted By Rusty On 11.21.2016 @ 10:23 pm

drummer

The drummer smiled at John after the show. He was slim, handsome and had a mega watt smile that was to die for. He asked in a sweet tone if he liked the show making him nod with a silly smile. He was curious about the man, to say the least.

» Posted By Rusty On 11.05.2016 @ 7:47 pm

slate

there’s a slate at the bottom of the well. I can’t see what’s written on it; but it seems to have a sheer to it–maybe it’s gold. How am I ever going to get to this? Maybe I’ll go get my climbing gear and go get it!

» Posted By Rusty On 01.01.2015 @ 1:29 pm

humid

It was a very humid day in the middle of summer. The storm clouds were gathering up above. He looked up at them and wondered what kind of storm they would bring. A thunderstorm, a hailstorm, a urioli storm, or another kind of storm they had not yet experienced in that part of the world.

» Posted By Rusty On 09.09.2014 @ 6:18 am

flipped

The penguin sat there. Not sure what to do, just knew that all he had in mind was to flip that fucking annoying piece of shit Brady off the iceberg next to him and dump him into the cold ocean water, where if only, a shark would eat him. Fucking Brady, taking his iceberg away like that.

» Posted By Rusty On 08.15.2013 @ 9:04 pm

level

One word can be just as strong as a whole paragraph. The word love for example, can easily express hate, lust, like, or it could mean what it says. Love could be love but that one word could be interpreted many many ways. Especially in today’s tome when people use that one word so lightly. The word should only be used in it’s true dictionary format.

» Posted By Rusty On 08.03.2011 @ 11:27 am

control

Taking control is a deep issue for many. Some may say that they stomach is the control center for the body, and through it we tend to confuse between what we want and what we need. Sometimes, eating disorders are characterized by control issues. Deep seated emotions.

» Posted By Rusty On 03.04.2011 @ 6:43 pm

specific

i am currently trying to think of a specific kind of website to make for my website production class. i have a general idea: music, sports, or movies.. but cannot think of anything specific and it is killing me.

» Posted By rusty On 03.02.2011 @ 12:46 pm

bench

the bench is a lonely place. i play sports, so for me, the bench is the last place i ever want to be. the bench is where athletes hope to spend the least amount of time, because they want to spend all their time on the field contributing to the team. we want to pend all our time on the field contributing to a win.

» Posted By rusty On 02.24.2011 @ 7:30 am

mango

mango is a delicous fruit, it is also the scent of many shampoos and lotions that many men say they think is fruity and lame, but deep down they buy it for their girlfriends, mothers, and sisters so they can occasionally use it.

» Posted By rusty On 02.22.2011 @ 3:33 pm

outlet

An outlet for me is writing. Writing allows me to make sense of what doesnt make sense. Writing empowers me, eases me, and just makes me feel right. Writing is my outlet for whatever life puts in front of me.

» Posted By rusty On 02.21.2011 @ 7:53 pm

sage

this word makes me think of wise magician gypsies that can tell the future. its like the line in aerosmith’s “dream on,” im not going to type out.

» Posted By rusty On 02.20.2011 @ 7:14 pm

darkroom

photographs in infancy
pictures, not yet born
conceived but still protected
they develop here
turn into something more
than they ever could hope to be
in a shadowy, dimly lit darkroom

» Posted By Rusty On 02.01.2011 @ 11:59 pm

meter

i had a meter to the hole. a yard for all the americans out there. 3 feet. that is not much, but in this current situation, 3 feet, one meter is what stand between me and a birdie. A birdie i said, one under par. i breathe deep, a relaxing breath, i hit the ball – three feet – one meter, bottom of the cup.

Birdie.

» Posted By Rusty On 05.14.2009 @ 8:28 am

balcony

i sat in the balcony and looked down over the stage. it was a colorful and vibrant performance. but the real performance was in my very balcony. have you ever heard that alanis morissette song, where she sings, would she go down on you in a theater? the answer to that question my friends is, yes, yes she would!

SCORE

» Posted By Rusty On 05.11.2009 @ 8:31 am

charge

what was the charge against me? i did not have a clue. all i remember is waking up on a cold bench with no shoelaces and no belt. was i really a danger to myself? disorderly conduct was the charge. what a night. what a night.

» Posted By Rusty On 05.07.2009 @ 7:40 am

win

just win i heard as i stepped out on to the field. today was my day. it was the day i would shut down one of the best offenses in new england. just win. i toed the rubber, and it felt right. it felt like today was my day. the day that i would pepper the strike zone with two seam fastballs. just win. just win today boys. JUST WIN! We won.

» Posted By Rusty On 05.06.2009 @ 7:29 am

constant

I am constantly working it feels like my life is flashing before my eyes sometimes. There is never enough time in the day. I always feel like that I have missed out on something that I could have done. Constantly I am wondering if I have made the right choices in life. I want more.

» Posted By Rusty On 08.31.2009 @ 8:25 pm

soil

Soil is dirt. Dirt is egotistical poem writers who think everything they write is so god damn deep and personal.

» Posted By Rusty On 07.26.2009 @ 6:23 pm

feathered

why is it that feathers are so gross but something being feathered is really awesome? it doesn’t seem to make much sense

» Posted By Rusty On 09.26.2008 @ 1:00 pm

stripes

A man at the zoo today said to his family, amazed, “Did y’all know that no zebra has the same stripe pattern as any other zebra?” I was surprised that he was surprised, as I was surprised to overhear a woman telling her friend, “I don’t know if that was a llama or an elk!” It was a kudu. I think growing up with Nature on TV gave me an advantage at the zoo.

» Posted By Rusty On 11.22.2009 @ 3:39 pm

supreme

The ultimate guide to the torturous babble known as “Silliz”. The basic premise of this worse-than-mideival-torture-device (WTMTD) is to simple speak babble over and over until you die.

» Posted By Rusty On 12.21.2009 @ 7:08 pm

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