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The rug was dirty and hadn’t been swept in years. Why did this suddenly bother her? It is not like she hadn’t walked on it a thousand times before. Somehow this time it was different. She reached down to pick the old thing up
» Posted By Sean On 01.18.2019 @ 7:14 pm
What drag. This has got to be the worst homecoming ever Ted said to Jen. I mean what do they expect us to do, sit here and clap at the lame floats they have put together for us.
» Posted By Sean On 05.24.2018 @ 3:30 pm
Every time I wake up, it’s the same day. Nothing changes. I don’t know if it’s a dream or a nightmare. I try to wake. I can’t. Screaming for help but no one hears. I open my eyes. It’s the same day. I scream. I open my eyes.
» Posted By Sean On 09.24.2017 @ 1:41 pm
Ghosts to me are not the spirits of the dead that have come back to haunt us, but rather the echos of choices in the past we should have made. Should I have turned on this road? Maybe I should have passed on that job.
» Posted By Sean On 05.18.2017 @ 6:42 pm
a scary thing that hides under your bed in your closet or some where dark
» Posted By Sean On 01.28.2016 @ 5:12 am
Singing is fun, if you don’t have a complex and aren’t afraid of being humiliated (or if you have a nice voice).
I knew a girl once, she had a great voice. She sang in the choir and it was amazing to watch her. I took a turn next and what happened would stay with me for the rest of my life. I’m sixty now, and in poor health, and this goes to show you how the little things shape a life.
But before we start there, let me give you some background on me. I was born in Nigeria to a Somalian family.
» Posted By sean On 12.28.2015 @ 4:08 pm
I love to camp. The outdoors. You know that feeling when you just get up and its a bit chilly but you smell that camp fire plus whatever’s being cooked for breakfast. I want to experience that feeling over and over again. I like that feeling of slipping into your crinkly sleeping bag in pitch black light after the end of a long day.
» Posted By Sean On 11.19.2015 @ 12:45 am
How similar, this girl to the last.
How fickle my feelings,
how flighty her heart.
» Posted By Sean On 07.20.2015 @ 10:26 am
by lips chapped dry, rain drops rolling down the window drove me insane, while my hands tied behind my back cut sharply with thin metallic wire
» Posted By sean On 10.25.2014 @ 2:42 am
Corporate wealth, tax evasion. Taking more than one should – ethically. Lack of sharing? No distribution of wealth? Does this sound like socialism? It might be. Greedy? Fat, gluttony.. Stop eating all the cakes, greedy bastard. Won the lottery?
» Posted By Sean On 10.13.2014 @ 10:59 pm
the man had lost his last coin, his last bill, his last working essence. He knew not of what he wanted to do, now that his life had passed him by. The man, the greedy bastard he once was, had given it all up. He threw the money away, because in part, of a woman. A woman who changed his world.
» Posted By Sean On 10.13.2014 @ 8:55 pm
I pity a lot of people. Sometimes i feel like i shouldn’t pity them, especially when they ask me not to, but that just makes me pity them more. I even pity myself sometimes, but, doesn’t everyone?
» Posted By Sean On 10.10.2014 @ 6:55 am
Johnny looked up from his bed up into the cast open starry night. Earlier today he got bullied at school like he did every day, but he didn’t mind because when he fell asleep at night he was able to see the vast wonders of the sky. The possibility of going anywhere through time and space and seeing what life was about.
» Posted By Sean On 08.21.2014 @ 11:44 am
I had mos television sitcoms. The laugh track annoys me and the people on them seem to get into situations that no normal people would ever find themselves in. So why is it they always seem to be the most watched programs on T.V. It seems to me the reason for this is fairly simple people want to laugh to forget about the pain of life for a little while.
» Posted By Sean On 07.29.2014 @ 7:27 am
The words that tell when I’m not there, when I’m not inside. The words reminding me I’m a wall, or at best a mirror. And I think back to when I felt I was a soothing whisper. Your words remind me I’ve nothing to say.
» Posted By Sean On 05.03.2014 @ 11:02 am
Grip it and let it sink in. The veins will do the work of removal, and the mind will ignore and retain the joyful. And here in the waste, you must close your eyes. Accept while you can, the ignorance and lies.
» Posted By Sean On 05.01.2014 @ 2:34 pm
A man meant to seem appealing, and instead he worships mirrors. How frequently I lean on the lack like a crutch, to escape from my bad luck. As luck would have the gene split, I wonder what may have been. How silly.
» Posted By Sean On 03.08.2014 @ 7:27 pm
A man I hardly met. I did meet, I did know in myself. Angry.
A father who was angry. A father who grew passive; too passive.
A son who was left in question. A knowledge without. Where did he go, where do I go? How many “he’s?”
» Posted By Sean On 03.06.2014 @ 11:46 pm
I saw what the others wanted, and I tried to show them what they needed. I saw what the other’s needed, and I bled for that. How much more do they need to see, how much more is there to want. I know this circle of judges witnesses themselves, and in that they live. What more could I want.
» Posted By Sean On 03.05.2014 @ 9:02 pm
Current state, a state of myself. A state devoid of neutral self help. A lesson unlearned, a wish I endure. A choir of those lessons I conduct in my head. And now, involved in this motion, this song, I end.
» Posted By Sean On 03.04.2014 @ 7:35 pm
The third element follows immmediately after the first two. It is the culmination, and like any three pointed structure, makes it the strongest. Thus the third is not just “another one,” but is the key element to creating strength. Sure, we can say that the first two are just as important, but it is a team effort. And in this regard, we are ALL the THIRD.
» Posted By Sean On 02.07.2014 @ 4:23 pm
A jock landing down in Atlanta proceedes out of his airline with a parade of whores surround him with greygoose and pom-poms. In four minutes he will already recieve a pay raise before he is even signed.
» Posted By Sean On 11.08.2013 @ 5:45 pm
The body had been exhumed. The rotting flesh and maggots had made her want to vomit, but she did not want to look weak in front of her make peers.
» Posted By Sean On 06.11.2013 @ 3:30 pm
I just wrote this one, but I didn’t submit my email or name. I don’t really feel like writing about it again so I’m gonna kill this minute. I like potato chips, they are a nice salty snack. I should stop eating so many of them because I will get fat if I don’t. I don’t want to get fat.
» Posted By Sean On 04.09.2013 @ 7:19 pm
A tornado, coloured red, picked up my house once. I didn’t mind, for I wasn’t in it. But my pigtails were in disarray as a result. I wore the same outfit as Dorothy in that movie where she talks to a giant green bald guy about something important, who knows. I wasn’t terribly sexy in it, but she wasn’t either, so I took solace in this fact. I was severely miffed. I lost my hat.
» Posted By Sean On 03.27.2013 @ 1:53 pm
I listened to the door. It was quiet too quiet I thought. After a while I gave up listening.
» Posted By Sean On 03.24.2013 @ 11:40 am
Flames eat the cactus despite its protests. Marvelous. I see how a sentient cactus could warrant such shameful treatment by a frightening element. When one stops to consider, all of the elements are frightening in their own right. Earth, water, sun, and the breath of Gods unnamed seek to kill us all. Bow.
» Posted By Sean On 03.05.2013 @ 6:56 pm
When I was a little younger I had aches and pains all over my body. My mom always said it was growing pains. Today, I am applying for universities. I’m worried about my choice. What do I do for a career? Where is my girlfriend going? Does my family have the money? My head aches as I think it over and walk home. I guess I’m not through with my growing pains.
» Posted By Sean On 02.08.2013 @ 11:01 pm
Is what she said. It is so hard to convince someone how beautiful they really, truly are. It is also hard to express this feeling as well. There aren’t enough words in the english language to express how I feel about you.
» Posted By Sean On 12.30.2012 @ 5:44 pm
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i am available for anything. nothing planned nothing doing. i am available for life and everything that comes with it. i never have anything to do with my time
» Posted By sean On 12.11.2012 @ 8:56 pm