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Vast, barren land, surrounding,
nothing more than heat dazed bugs for miles.
it sits alone,

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.11.2013 @ 2:55 am


Something you gain when they throw you down and grind your face into the dirt.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 01.05.2013 @ 3:41 pm


The game.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 12.18.2012 @ 2:30 pm


A mass of crazy people who all pretend to be different while truely being boring and predictably alike.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.13.2013 @ 2:55 am


Alive. Only alive. Alive but not living is where I am. It’s where most of us are. We stumble along through life, only alive, only breathing, and doing but not living. They’re used alot to describe the same concept, but in truth when you think about it they can be completely different… And right now I know I’m alive, but I don’t know if I’m living.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 09.17.2012 @ 7:41 am


She was carried out on the stretcher, her limp arm falling out from under the bloodstained blanket and dragging against the ground. Nobody stopped to tuck it back in, they just let that beautiful soft delicate flesh be marred the rough ground. I couldn’t do anything, I could only watch, invisible, and wait. I was already dead, but she still had a chance.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 07.18.2012 @ 9:43 pm


The enemy of
a balance to
shatters the beautiful lies created to describe reality
explains incredible phenomenon
creates security
by obliteration of the unknown
paints the world in uniform colors
much unlike the ones
used by the imagination
of a creative mind run wild

» Posted By Solanaceae On 07.05.2012 @ 3:54 pm


She spun around once in the center of the cathedral, taking in the old rotting beams and dirt stained stone walls. In a way it was beautiful, with the light shining through the dirty, cracked, stain glass windows. Best of all it was all hers now, earlier that day she had signed the paper work that gave her official ownership of the decrepit, falling-appart-infront-of-your-very-eyes, building.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 06.14.2012 @ 7:36 pm


A switch is what I need. Switching, a perfect word for me today. I need something interesting, some sort of break in the monotony of my life. It would be nice to switch with someone else for a while, not for long, and just for fun. Anything good to break this monotony would be amazing.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 06.11.2012 @ 7:31 pm


The string slipped from my fingers and it floated up above my head. The wind blew it around for a few minuets, keeping it just above my head close enough for me to read the written words on it’s surface. A prayer. A hope. A memory. I stared at it as it flew away with my best friends name on it and hoped maybe, just maybe it will find him and lead him back home. It was just a dream… but what’s life without them?

» Posted By Solanaceae On 04.27.2012 @ 5:35 pm


Memories of a rainy day,
so far away,
my fingers long to break the barriers of time
and reach back
to those moments
where you held me wrapped in your arms,
and everything was okay

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.31.2012 @ 6:45 am


Dream catcher
filter my dreams
and pour into my sleep
a steady stream of sweet sleep clouds
that lift me high enough
for my longing fingers to brush
the edge of the gold lining of the heavens

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.27.2012 @ 7:20 pm


He lashed out and backhanded her in the face. She cried out and stumbled away whimpering softly. His temper had flared out of control for just a short moment, but it was enough to do irreparable damage.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he said horrified at his own outburst, she curled up and began to cry.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.25.2012 @ 4:38 pm


Something returned from the broken, something I am not. I sit around day after day waiting for someone to come around and actually fix me. I’m tired of the duct tape I wrap myself in, but unfortunately it’s all I have, it’s all I can do. I can’t put myself completely back together all on my own.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.21.2012 @ 6:37 pm


Holding onto the frail belief that I am strong. They say I am, maybe I am. It does take something to endure all these years of harsh and cruel treatment. They say that when people are strong for too long they start to wither and lose faith in what they believe in. Sometimes I wonder…

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.12.2012 @ 7:29 pm


I’m just a recycled person, made out of broken, old, unused, bits and pieces of everyone else.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.11.2012 @ 3:28 pm


“THAT’S IT! You’ve been dismissed Kieth, get out of my sight now before I punish you further for your rude and innapropriate behavior” The large boss man in the chair ordered.
“Whatever” Kieth shrugged and left.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.09.2012 @ 4:17 pm


Eating brunch by the sea, all alone this time. Same table, as always, the one with two mismatched chairs. The sight of the beach from here was beautiful, white sand covered in colorful dots of people, deep clear blue water gently caressing the shore like a lover. If only you were still alive, because without you my fries are damp and stale, the soda is bland, and all the colors fade to multiple shades of gray.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.08.2012 @ 6:17 pm


She didn’t want a demonstration, she didn’t need one to figure out how the bizarre new gadget worked. She stole the object from her friends hands and activated it, grinning. Her friend glowered at her “Show off..”

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.07.2012 @ 2:52 pm


Clothes strewn across the floor, cigar smoke mixing with the air. Highly unprofessional to make clients too happy, unfair to give one special treatment and leave the rest out- guesses he’ll have to screw them all.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.05.2012 @ 6:57 pm


I live in a town, where no body can be found. There is no one here, only bitter emptiness, a breeze that blows unspoken words of unborn people, myself, and my delusional mind. All the living things, only I can see. They go about their business ignoring me, casual weather chatter and polight smiles on faces with black coal eyes written over with luring lies.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.04.2012 @ 5:14 pm

Stranger strolled into town,
turned this place upside down
made our strange smiles
sad little frowns
walked thousands of miles
ruining life
flowers wither in his wake
causing pain and strife
our happiness he did take

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.04.2012 @ 5:07 pm


Small beads of sweat gathered on his skin and mine
under the summer sun everthing was fine
if only the past was tomorrow instead of yesterday

» Posted By Solanaceae On 03.03.2012 @ 3:21 pm


I reach my hand out numbly for the popcorn and grabbed a handful subconciously stuffing my face, my eyes trained on the screen. I leaned closer in anticipation my eyes widening. Out of nowhere the killer appears and I jump and scream. Same reaction as always, no matter how many times I’ve watched this film I always scream. The only difference is that I can’t jump into your arms because you aren’t here…

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.26.2012 @ 2:19 pm


I am at a loss for words, I have none to describe the state I’m in. There is no term or expression to elaborate on my incressing sorrow. If only I was at a loss of sorrow and not happiness.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.23.2012 @ 7:33 pm


If only there was such a thing as shelter from this cold world, solace from this cruel world and it’s harsh people. Everything is so real it’s unrealistic, perhaps I should be less ‘real’ and sink into delusion, maybe it’s the only shelter left. Idiocy, stupidity, blindness. The only comfort left. I truely envy those who are blind and don’t have to see this crazed, messed up, blood stained world we live in.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.18.2012 @ 7:22 pm


Catchy music playing loud, food and vedors everywhere, rides, games. All part of the past I never had. Something I couldn’t go to anymore… unless work required me to, unless someone I had to watch went to one. But even then it wasn’t the same, I couldn’t relax and enjoy the sights, sounds and scents. I had to stay focused on work.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.12.2012 @ 5:37 am


Love this word.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 02.02.2012 @ 6:44 pm


Hula Hoop. I remember those. Such simplistic toys but so much fun. Oh the simple times… I miss them. I miss those hot summer days everyone would pick up a hula hoop and bet they could hula hoop the longest…

» Posted By Solanaceae On 01.28.2012 @ 3:22 pm


The cabin. I held his hand. A night we will never forget.

» Posted By Solanaceae On 01.27.2012 @ 4:41 pm

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