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The dog had stolen the cats fish. The cat being the snob that he was, wasn’t impressed that a dumb dog could do that.
» Posted By Snow On 08.09.2015 @ 5:08 pm
I promise to believe you when you promise
I promise never to make a promise
» Posted By Snow On 01.08.2013 @ 6:20 pm
PROMISES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN…I PROMISE NEVER TO PROMISE WHAT I CAN NOT DELIVER
» Posted By Snow On 01.08.2013 @ 6:13 pm
Warmth. Soaking my feet and taking a breath. Oasis of calm. Palm trees. Retreat. Massages, rocks, cocktails and coconuts. The smell of salt. White lounge chairs and rainbow-colored umbrellas. Guitars music.
» Posted By Snow On 09.10.2012 @ 4:59 am
It feels like a tragedy when love is corrupted; when it is no longer offers forgiveness and a well-spring of understanding but instead has twisted into thorny contemptible hate. Hope to jealously causes all your pretty words wither and die. Soaring happiness from your fondest memories – the exchanging of knowing glances to a meeting of the minds – all of it pools into a pit of despair. Rage blossoms from this abyss and all for what cannot be expressed. What then is to be done with action? When words fail how does one flip the switch back again? How can you forgive when there has been so much pain…that is the dilemma.
» Posted By snow On 05.28.2012 @ 10:02 pm
So much pain in the world, I don’t want to monitor it. But there’s no escaping the cascades – all those reactions. Every time I blink, I wish these things would stop happening.
» Posted By snow On 05.22.2012 @ 8:15 pm
como la loca
nada es solo uno o dos o tres
» Posted By snow On 05.01.2012 @ 10:35 pm
You will know when I praise you by the hallowed truth in my words. It will be the rapture of unrehearsed free flowing verse. Poetry will burst forth and the long days unnumbered shall evaporate from our memories like the lifting of a curse.
» Posted By snow On 04.30.2012 @ 9:37 pm
This was a straightforward mission to search and destroy. The luxury of an alibi was not something her need for haste would afford. A stealthy escape, therefore, was the best exit strategy she could manage give her time constraints.
Witnesses? She fervently hoped that for their sake no one crossed her path.
» Posted By Snow On 04.29.2012 @ 5:27 pm
The thought of domesticity brings about so much fear. So much commitment. So many dreams… that are all possible, yet perhaps not… If only I could see inside your head and everything just worked out the way we envisioned it, Now.
» Posted By Snow On 05.21.2011 @ 2:14 am
Hiding… Shy, and blinded to the truths – refusing to see the light.
When do we stop being moles and raise our faces to the sun? When do we realize that we cannot be blinded further if we already cannot see?
» Posted By Snow On 05.19.2011 @ 1:31 am
Kisses. New tastes. Interesting smells.
Exploration of the unknown; fear of the unfamiliar; exhiliration…
Curiosity killed the cat?
» Posted By Snow On 05.16.2011 @ 11:25 pm
Old shirts with distinctive smells.
A whale’s tooth
That hung around my neck
For the very longest time
For much longer than it should.
Good things. Bad things. Mostly bad things.
New beginnings. Letting go… of old pictures.
You… Not really.
» Posted By Snow On 05.16.2011 @ 12:39 am
Ink is the color that is contained within a pen and it also stains ione when it explodes….ugh I hate and love ink at the same time…
» Posted By Snow On 05.16.2009 @ 9:04 am
the chrome car. the chrome lips. a chromatic scale. chrome rhymes with come home. is that what i want? to come home? maybe i already am chrome.
» Posted By Snow On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee spaces are fun yanno. Need spaces to make shit make sense. howwouldyoulikeitifeveryonetypesorwrotelikethis? XD Yeah, I’m half asleep right now so RAMBLE TIMES XD Hence the insanity and total lack of anything in this. ^_^ I win. Spaces xD
» Posted By Snow On 03.03.2009 @ 2:24 am
Infect. What is it? Toxic? Addictive? Who am I to judge? It’s simply contagious, baby, only it’s like the ugly stepkid of addiction and disease.
» Posted By snow On 04.18.2009 @ 1:34 am
Pine trees on a snowy mountain, waiting for the night to come so they may be disguised until sun break, and when that dawn shines, they will be in their glorious state of oppurtunity to survive the wilderness in the midst of spring and fall and winter.
» Posted By Snow On 12.15.2009 @ 7:04 pm
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drops. tear drops. drops of paint, bright, bold. mix them. smear them. new colors, hues. mostly ugly, but pretty. i dropped some on my pants. stains.
» Posted By Snow On 02.25.2010 @ 11:03 pm