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Well shot happens all we are left with is each other we gotta provide for each other cause Wat you have I Muir need and what I have you might need so only one way to solve the problem is to solve what we have

» Posted By silver On 03.24.2015 @ 6:11 am


Art. 3 letters,one word,so many meanings. You can sing,dance and paint. It’s art. Some people spray walls – they believe it’s Art,then it’s art. Art is your imagination – Use Art.

» Posted By Silver On 11.13.2012 @ 12:11 pm


He was a nobody. A coward with power. A shaking mess…that brought him down. – He used to be no one before he was lost. A loner of the field. Now a somebody of the past.

» Posted By Silver On 11.13.2012 @ 12:05 pm


What is switching? Switching is replace something old with something new.

» Posted By Silver On 06.11.2012 @ 10:00 pm

switching sides, changing mind completely uncommitted to anyone. leave nothing take everything continue to leap and bound chase butterflies run, chase run, switch you are nothing she is everything. or will you switch again and leave her for yourself your nothingness

» Posted By silver On 06.11.2012 @ 6:48 pm


Diamond beach, a place for the rich and the richer to loll in the sun and fry skin until they have melanoma

» Posted By Silver On 03.24.2012 @ 9:52 pm


Oh I know this. It’s the card game, that I use to always watch my grandma play on the dinosaur computers but never really understood how to play it myself. Which I always found kind of irritating because I loved playing with cards and preferred entertaining myself. So it was an ideal game for me, I just never learned it.

» Posted By Silver On 11.17.2011 @ 9:05 pm


Would it be possible to patent our thoughts? Is it possible to pull the thread painlessly from our minds in all their unsorted and rough, undiscovered nature and glory, trap them in glass bottles that glitter in the sun, and marvel, suspended in awe, as they rattle about desperate to break free. We could revel in the unfiltered joy that comes with being free of the nearly painful restlessness and drive that comes when a thought, or idea is driving you forward, in its desperate quest to be manifested.
Could we patent them then? Carry the varied glass creations, from vials to vases, that our thoughts are encased in to our local patent office and claim a deed and label forever marking them as the scions of our muddled minds, and keeping them forever tied to us with labels under our names. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could patent our thoughts like that?

» Posted By Silver On 11.08.2011 @ 7:49 pm


Autumn is my favorite season. Colors changing from bright summer colors, to dawning browns and oranges. It’s simply pure bliss. Perfect weather… changing leaves, everything. <3

» Posted By Silver On 11.07.2011 @ 5:33 pm


It was raining. It was always raining. Just in case you were trying to be positive or something, it started raining the one day you forgot your umbrella and soaked down into that crevice between your shoulder blades and seeped into your very spine and spread all along the nerve endings to the rest of your body.

» Posted By Silver On 11.04.2011 @ 1:00 pm


My world is a combination of absurdity, Renoir, Monet, Degas, paintings, a dystopian world, and a dash of Tim Burton darkness, along with the the child like innocence and abandon of the scribblings on Elmo’s world. It tends to confuse people.

» Posted By Silver On 11.04.2011 @ 12:46 am


I made a huge mistake today – I had the wrong epiphany.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. At all. You’re supposed to learn your little life lesson properly and move on with your now infinitely better life, right? No, not happening. Not to me. Not today.

» Posted By Silver On 11.01.2011 @ 7:53 pm


Half of the time, I couldnt even think about him. The other half, I could. On one half, he was a lying, cheating, bastard that I couldnt stand. On the other half, he was sweet and he bought me food. Choices.

» Posted By Silver On 09.29.2011 @ 1:53 pm


“It’s my body!” she said defiantly.

“Not in the eyes of the lord.” he replied with a fake, plastic smile.

Her body had become the realm of religious leaders and politicians. Her uterus was the battle grounds for the new America. The winners would decide the course of history, and the losers would most likely all be female.

The only thing that would evict these men from her uterus was if the other half of the human race would rise up and stand along side the women that were still fighting for the same rights afforded to all others. No one was holding their breath.

» Posted By silver On 06.11.2011 @ 9:13 am


camp, dirty filthy, hard ground, camp. camping. a verb. a dirty verb, nothing sexual of course…unless it is. camp, day camp. summer camp. camping on the beach. i’d never want to camp in the mountains. no hot showers, nothing to wash yourself with…camping. could you really consider that as a good plan? some do…I don’t. no…not me.

» Posted By Silver On 05.04.2011 @ 4:16 pm


the frog can leap far, though not farther than the lemur. Oh how I remember those good ol’ days when Zaboomafoo made my morning, now it’s just drugs.They satisfy my needs.

» Posted By Silver On 06.18.2010 @ 3:59 am


watching as what we
so dearly hope for
is carried away
lifted from grasping arms until
the desire is so covered
over that we will turn
to each other with
confused expressions
wondering for all the world
what we had been searching

» Posted By Silver On 07.22.2008 @ 5:45 pm


gulping as fast as the light will move
inhaling in the darkness of
your thoughts
bringing what you have in your hands
to an end as the summer
light and shadows
begin to fade away into the
nothing that now rests in
your empty palms.
to bring about the end.
to leave.

» Posted By Silver On 07.19.2008 @ 10:53 am


A time to do things, enjoy life, many things happen, some can change your life. Fun things. Meet new people. Have great times. Computer science. Javascript too.

» Posted By Silver On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


as i dropped a handful of soil upon the casket, i shed no tears. How could I possibly miss you when all you ever did was tell me to leave. Ansd when I did, you never left me alone. All of my childhood was wasted by you not letting me make my own choices. How could you leave me alone now…?

» Posted By Silver On 07.26.2009 @ 8:31 am


Disbelief. Dangle it, halfway to freefall. Not quite here or there. Death taints everything. That sentence has been dying to get out. ‘Taint’ is probably the wrong word, it implies… badness. This has nothing to do with suspense, though. There is really no suspense in death. I don’t think it’s a finality. It’s a void. The certainty of life, the inevitability of death.

» Posted By Silver On 11.17.2008 @ 3:59 am


i am frightened by reality. shocked into living a life that may not be my own. to be thrust into the unknown is to be startled into being.

» Posted By Silver On 11.06.2008 @ 6:33 pm


Bright and shiny Something to light up the darkness and placate the masses. Darkness be banished from your haloed circle and warm their hands.

» Posted By Silver On 10.16.2008 @ 6:31 am


things wanted are often things we can’t have. we want love, we want to love. we often want the impossible. or so we are told. i believe that wanting is a precursor to needing. the desire to have something comes before the necessity of it.

» Posted By Silver On 08.27.2008 @ 9:31 pm


I hung your picture up today, remebering all the sweet words you said. I wish I were the mantle so that I could hold you like it does so perfectly. I miss the way your eyes looked that night, and the way you held me by the fire. Now all I have left is this picture placed on my mantle.

» Posted By Silver On 08.24.2008 @ 11:27 pm


soft. lovely. light. all encompassing comfort is exposed. we are what we wish we could be. unknown. mysterious. unrestrained.

» Posted By Silver On 09.24.2008 @ 6:49 pm


Away. Why? Throw nothing away at first glance. You cannot know what it’s purpose is always. An idea, a concept, knowledge: things that should never be thrown.

» Posted By Silver On 09.06.2008 @ 8:45 am


The cave, a dark deep place. mysterious, old, yet so new. The mind is deep, as is i. Twist and turns of non-light. the mind moves toward darkness. What vents the old and slights the new?

» Posted By Silver On 03.26.2010 @ 8:35 pm

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