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Her face was a twisted, ugly thing, scarred in so many ways. A gash ran from her eyebrow to her cheek bone, unravelling over her eye and destroying the sight. What was once brilliantly blue, was now white and bloodshot, no longer able to see the evil of the world. Another pink mark ran jagged across her jaw.
» Posted By Scarlet On 05.12.2015 @ 2:29 pm
They lay entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the furious heart beat in their chests. What they had was indescribable in the moment, but as they would later discover, was merely infatuation. There was no true love in the relationship they shared, but rather a misinterpreted feeling of lust and joy.
» Posted By Scarlet On 05.11.2015 @ 5:25 pm
She glanced over in the direction of the instructor, her eyes trailing as he walked too and from in the front of the class. The man pointed at the screen, his eyes crinkling on the sides as he watched the classroom full of people. He looked kind, and happy, the way a teacher was supposed to be; not grouchy, or evil, or bored. That was what you were supposed to see when you looked at the head of a classroom.
» Posted By Scarlet On 05.02.2015 @ 6:53 pm
how do you define this question? no one knows how to define this very simple question????are there someone out there to tell me how to define this question???
» Posted By scarlet On 02.13.2014 @ 6:05 pm
Beer is a form of liquid commonly consumed by humans, anywhere from adolescence to old men (perhaps old women, too). Like the internet, dessert, water, or pretty much anything – it can be fantastic in some doses and lethal in others.
» Posted By Scarlet On 05.07.2013 @ 4:08 pm
your husbands not your husband. he will be a flower under your foot say hello dig him a hole to bloom recklessly in the sun will save him clouds dream of him he is not your husband
» Posted By scarlet On 02.05.2013 @ 12:01 am
coolness is an interesting concept. who came up with the idea of someone being cool? and why that word in particular. maybe it was supposed to mean that someone was really chill? or maybe the other way around?
» Posted By Scarlet On 01.27.2013 @ 4:32 pm
i was your employee
assistant so to speak
your skin looked almost transparent
in that light
i could see your veins
like sprawling rivers
on a map
i want to go to wherever
» Posted By Scarlet On 11.15.2012 @ 10:57 pm
i am spent
after a day of being with people
i like the comfort
of being alone
and the familiarity
of my own home
as much as i love
to be with others
solitude is the sweetest thing
i can feel everything
in a bold arrow of time
» Posted By Scarlet On 11.11.2012 @ 4:46 am
you would like to be like them.
they are themselves.
you are themselves.
themselves who they don’t know
and are waiting to get to know
and nothing occurs in the space between
your last breath
and your eyes being pressed closed
what is there between a kiss
and a gunshot
so many nerve endings
» Posted By Scarlet On 11.09.2012 @ 3:39 am
Lady Losses. What a… well, she was interesting. She never spoke. Well, not in words, not vocally. But you could tell what she meant through her body language. She laughed sometimes as well. Peculiar laugh, she had.
» Posted By Scarlet On 07.30.2012 @ 9:20 pm
i want to steal that cabinet from her. it is a real beaut for sure. it would look great next to my decapitated camel and the little jar of snakes i got the other day would look perfect inside of it. i need it.
i must devise a plan to capture this thing of beauty.
» Posted By Scarlet On 07.29.2012 @ 5:30 am
He’s just a prop in my play, really. Does that make me an awful person? Well, probably. I mean, probably not the MOST awful person, but still reasonably awful. Not as awful as a murderer, obviously, but more awful than say… a kid that’s shoplifted once or twice from a convenience store.
» Posted By Scarlet On 07.27.2012 @ 6:29 pm
when will my fuses go off? what happens when i reach the end of my fuse? and how far long is that spark? am i half way yet? 40/50 years old is generally ‘middle age’, but what if i’ve already passed my middle age?
» Posted By Scarlet On 07.24.2012 @ 7:23 am
i think there are an immeasureable number of instructions that could come with a human life. there are so many things that one must figure out and discern, mostly all by themselves. an instruction book would be helpful in some aspects, but i doubt we would be who we are presently with an instruction manual in our lives.
» Posted By Scarlet On 07.21.2012 @ 3:16 pm
I have no comfort. No one to comfort me. I want him to comfort me. Just to talk to me….Just to hug me. Do I love you? No……But I want you. So badly, to comfort me. Comfort me in my lost memories of you. Comfort me in my lost dreams of you. And most of all……..Just acknowledge my existence.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.22.2011 @ 11:29 pm
Conviction. Prisoners, all different kinds. Prisoners in jail. Prisoners of war. Especially prisoners, of your own heart. My heart, is attracted to you still….It’s keeping me imprisoned. Please, let go of me. I want to be free. Like a bird….flying in the deep blue sky. Like a swing, swinging, up until you touch the sky. Being free…..What I want most. What I thrive for. I will always be a prisoner. A prisoner of your heart.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.11.2011 @ 3:39 pm
Iron. Theres nothing I can say about it. Except for the time I accidentally got burned with one. The iron, so hot, so painful……I have scars. Scars from you. Internally. When you left me……It was painful. Nothing can compare to the pain of loneliness, and depression. Nothing, nothing at all. Not even the hot sting of the iron against my bare skin…
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.09.2011 @ 12:41 pm
Mystery. Just like Life. Life is but a mystery. Sure, there’s hints. But there really is no solution to life. You cannot run away from it. It’s always there. Always. You can let go of it, sure. But isn’t that just a waste? A waste….of a perfectly good life….Mysterious, isn’t it? Life?
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.08.2011 @ 2:17 pm
You, your a mystery. In my mind, your always there. Your mysterious…….I can’t help but think what you are thinking. I want to know more. I want to more about, you. And only you. You, who helped me. You, who walked away from me. You, who’s growning closer to me. You……..just you. Alone….
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.08.2011 @ 2:12 pm
It will always affect your situation. In mine, I felt tense. So tense. But as long as you were there, I felt calm. My heart beated as fast as a cheetah, your hand, cold due to nervousness. It was a nice feeling. As long as your here….The setting will be the same. Because of you. And only you.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.06.2011 @ 12:50 pm
Morality….I never really did know the true meaning of this word. I guess I know now. Here we go:
Morality. The good and bad things about you. The good things….Too many to list. In my eyes. My true eyes, that see through you. And your false character. The bad things….Too many to list. We are all imperfect souls. Thriving and what we want, but only getting what we need. Why can’t I get what I want for once? Why can’t I? Tell me. Because you obviously don’t want me to have what I want most. You.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.04.2011 @ 3:50 pm
The only thing I think of is immortality. I want to be immortal. I cannot bear the thought of dying. Dying is Too horrid for me. For me…..Have I even thought about anyone else? What if I have? What do I imagine? No one caring, not even any emotion. Just like me. Cold, emotionless…
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.04.2011 @ 3:36 pm
I’m on the edge. You’ve pushed me further than I can take. I’m stil trying though. Why am I trying? Why should I? It’s obvious you don’t care. But still…I try because I still have hope. And My hope is not demoslished. I will hang on to it as tight as I Can, because I know it won’t last long.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.02.2011 @ 5:12 pm
Braid. How you oh-so carefully braided my hair. How I knew I had nothing to worry about. How I DIDN’T have anything to worry about. But what happened? You don’t braid my hair anymore. And I know why. I grew up, and when you offer to braid my hair, I don’t let you. Because, I don’t love you anymore. Not like how I used to.
» Posted By Scarlet On 10.01.2011 @ 6:12 pm
Romantic. I think of the fairytales I had in my head. You were always so romantic. I was being cliché though. I wanted you to be like how you were in my fantasy dream. You never were though. Because, that was a fantasy. Fanatsies never become real. They’re always a dream. A dream of the past, a dream….of the lies.
» Posted By Scarlet On 09.30.2011 @ 2:51 pm
Love is the thing I lack the most. I am not capable to love a person. I only have loved one person throughout my life. I may have loved the person I hate the most now, but now I will never love her. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand me. I wish for the times I could just hug her. But now she just won’t stop talking. She won’t stop forcing me to be perfection. And I know she doesn’t love me. When I was born, she wasn’t overjoyed. I know she likes my siblings better than me. I will never love her.
» Posted By Scarlet On 09.30.2011 @ 1:49 pm
Halves weren’t good enough. But you came through. You knew me. You never hated me. You will never hate me. You never drifted away. You didn’t change. I was only thinking that. Your still the same. I just was being ignorant. How stupid of me. You never want to hurt me. Your imprinted in me. I love you as a friend. Nothing else. I feel bad though. When I felt we were halves. I felt so bad. So sorry. I felt I couldn’t do anything. I did though. I spoke up, and I told you what I really mean. You don’t want me to be sad, and as I quote “There’s no time in the world to be sad. Please don’t be sad.” Your too good to me. We are no longer halves.
» Posted By Scarlet On 09.29.2011 @ 5:18 pm
Oh how I wish everything was magic. I wish everything was a dream. It never will be. I will always have to face reality. But reality will never be good enough. Reality is suckish as it is. And so is life. But I have to deal with it. Then, maybe some magic will come my way. Maybe. Maybe will drift into my thoughts…
» Posted By Scarlet On 09.29.2011 @ 2:13 pm
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Half. Half of everything, half of anything. Half of me. Half of you. But it will never be full. It will never be how I want it. Why do you hate me? I said sorry…What do you want? I’m trying to tell you. But you changed. You changed into a idiot. I just don’t know anymore…..I miss you. I miss how you cared. But when I told you the truth…you walked away. You walked away from me. You walked away from us. A small maybe, turned into this? I need you. Why aren’t you here anymore? We’ve split. Split in half. Halves are never good enough. It never will be. Why aren’t you trying anymore? I need you here. Your never there anymore. I cry for when we can be friends. It’s never like this Once I say Hi, and open up to you, why did you leave? Don’t you know I can’t take it anymore? Don’t you know I miss us? Our friendship? What did I do? I told you the truth. And you hate me. You hate me so much…….I can’t take it. I miss you and our friendship. Why are you so far away? You make it seem as if we’re so close….Yet we’re so far. We’ve drifted. Drifted away, into nothing. Halves. I will try though. I will try the hardest that I can. I want you to see, I miss you. I miss you here. In my mind, your still here. Your not trying. Have we really split? I won’t believe it. I will become better. Because halves never will be.
» Posted By Scarlet On 09.29.2011 @ 1:31 pm