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The girl could feel her heart turning into powder as it was being crushed by a certain feeling she did not understand. As if she was lost in the middle of a vast desert, the sands stretching in all directions.
And as her powdered heart blends with the sand below her feet as it falls, the girl could not recognize which was which – or if she were able to get out of here.

» Posted By Wil On 08.21.2015 @ 6:42 am


The girl felt so tired of the heaviness of her heart… She was carrying a lot of pain and suffering that she did not yet understand even now. The girl just wanted to be relieved of it all. Will it help if she let the heavy tide of the sea take them all away?

» Posted By Wil On 08.20.2015 @ 12:46 am


The girl never really understood what longing means… until she saw the back of the boy slowly walking away, and heard the quiet steps he make resounding in her ears. The sound of longing.

» Posted By Wil On 08.18.2015 @ 7:11 am


If there was one thing the girl could undo in her life, it would be the time when she has lost the innocent spark of her childhood. Seeing how the world changes as the girl changes as times passes by… that the world is not just the backyard of her home, that the people are not limited to her parents and relatives…

If there was one thing that could be undone in the past, where she could untangle the thread of a twisted fate connecting to that particular time of her life, the girl would trace every step backwards, remove the tangled knots carefully, little by little, just so she could have that brilliant spark of innocence she once had.

» Posted By Wil On 08.17.2015 @ 4:21 am


The girl seldom mistakes hearing flour with flower. But when she heard of flour, and received a long-stemmed rose, the girl was flustered. As she thought she would be asked to bake a cake. And even more flustered to see the twinkling eyes of the gentleman who handed this different kind of ‘flour’, the sweet smelling one.

» Posted By Wil On 08.10.2015 @ 9:39 pm


A heart stolen of any desire to continue to pursue a dream, robbed of anymore drive to move forward was like a leaf flowing on top of a running water… deprived of anymore strength to go on… just letting things push it forward.
Such is the life of a person without will… a hollow shell without a soul.

» Posted By Wil On 08.09.2015 @ 11:01 pm


To be able to tame a wild heart, that is a dream that has been in my mind for a long time. To tame my heart that always seem to lose its focus every time I see that guy.

» Posted By Wil On 08.08.2015 @ 6:28 am


The flowers sprouting bursting up from warm soil to greet the sun. With the curve of his hand the flower bends and a petal falls. He picks it up and presses it between his thumb and forefinger. And it grows sharp. In a flash his muscled arm slices through the air and the petal follows and cuts through the lock of the building door.

» Posted By Wil On 04.09.2015 @ 12:46 am


in the trenches surrounded by mud, nothing fancy just mud. the ever crumbling bricks of the modern war, of the modern temperment. we’ll find glory, yes, we’ll find it somewhere. but not here, not in this sinking ship. men don’t die as often as we thought, nor as rarely. just gangrene, the solace of the occasional song and dark, muddy walls of sinking faith.

» Posted By Wil On 04.08.2013 @ 9:02 pm


unkept cold lean eyed and pure. the movemnebt in the dark bushes behind you the whistle in the humid air. An unbearable silence

» Posted By wil On 01.10.2012 @ 7:49 am


I think patent means like math and reading I don’t know

» Posted By wil On 11.08.2011 @ 11:43 am


when i look i will find and explore seeing and finding before not will have ben. i will check the variables and level the levels wondering if time has ever weighed.

» Posted By Wil On 08.12.2011 @ 7:11 pm


When i’ find myself in this place, everything comes out. I lash out in some way. Good, bad, or ugly.

» Posted By wil On 06.08.2011 @ 3:03 pm


she was there. and then she was not. it didn’t happen that fast in reality, but it sure as fuck felt like it. and now, I’m doing everything i can to forget her. it’s not going very well, but I’m trying.

» Posted By Wil On 06.07.2011 @ 3:52 pm


It is a fruit or so I think, I once had this friend who said he thought I smelled like mangos, I always wondered what it meant to smell like a mango and walk with a tango. I don’t know it is just one of those things….to smell and eat a mango. So I have wondered do you like to smell like mangos?

» Posted By Wil On 02.22.2011 @ 12:03 pm


there is a mall I go to In orlando alot, one of my best friends works at an outlet in Brandon, FL, outlets are cool I guess if you like that kind of thing. I once thought that our mall here in town was an outlet, but it was just a normal mall. So not sure what this is all about

» Posted By Wil On 02.22.2011 @ 8:38 am


a person is respectable not because he/she imposes that he/she has to be respected. it’s the other way around.

» Posted By Wil On 01.09.2011 @ 8:25 am


And the colors glittered like the sun off a mirror, bright, overly bright, enough to be annoying. Every step was rehearsed to death, was was every single interaction. I was in a play. At least that’s what I assumed until I saw the buffet table.

» Posted By Wil On 09.20.2010 @ 2:30 pm


Ring ring ring ring ring FUCK IT, I’ll pick up already, hello?
Hello, I say to no one in particular, the ring is so many different things, it’s my girlfriend calling, it’s a wrong number, asking for a pizza, it’s someone calling to tell me my parents are dead. Today it’s a telemarketer. *Sigh*

» Posted By Wil On 09.06.2010 @ 1:06 pm


And around me, trees… what would I do from here. Yes, I was picnicing, yes, I was enjoying the soft breeze that surrounded me and yes, I was here to calm my nerves… but I couldn’t. Fact was my only friends were the trees… and they did little to sooth my nerves.

» Posted By Wil On 08.31.2010 @ 11:40 pm


A chinese thing, makes a great sound, round, brown, hangs. Sumo wrestlers, Asia, cliche.

» Posted By Wil On 06.01.2010 @ 6:33 pm


THe clinic’s office… uhhg. It smells… the humidity in the air, the warm clingy medical type… I can feel my skin whithering under it, like I’ve aged a good 30 years or so by standing in this damn place with my skin exposed.
It’s gross.
I don’t even trust the hand sanitizers…
The bathroom… ehh, I suppose I could learn to trust them.

» Posted By Wil On 05.15.2009 @ 6:57 pm


Pose! Pose! Hahahaha, yes… don’t you look brilliant? Yes, but when you pose, you lose a little bit of the reality that is your being. Perhaps its because one yearns to be something they are not, something dramatic, something cool, something wonderful…. one can achieve this goal by posing. Posing up, getting down, looking cool… perhaps reality is not cool enough for any of us… perhaps we want to be something else from reality.

» Posted By Wil On 05.12.2009 @ 9:32 am


The balcony… hahahah, so… unstable. I thought it was safe, I really did… TRULY… but I feel, like any person weighing over 50 pounds would… I fell and I fell… I wish I could tell you it was a remarkable experience and I fell through a never-ending void, derived of rhyme or reason… but alas I simply fell through… and broke my shins.

» Posted By Wil On 05.11.2009 @ 7:11 am


Looking out at the dusk, it’s… beautiful… I guess… but the billboards that surround it… they could be just as beauitful if you look at them in the right light… they aren’t what God created, fo course we can’t create things so beautiful… but dammit we can try… and we will be trying for the rest of time… and maybe sell a few products while we are at it.

» Posted By Wil On 05.10.2009 @ 8:24 am


The channel flipped on, I stare mindlessly into what Nietsche would call the ‘abyss’… I don’t know about that, but it’s entertainment. Chuck Palahniuk siad that big brother is singing an dancing, not watching us… he makes us watch him… So the channel is flipped on, and I think it’s a game shwo… or a reality show, whatever they call it these days. Someone getting paid tro do what they see other people do.

» Posted By Wil On 05.09.2009 @ 10:07 am


The tiled floor seemed to chill our protagonists bare feet, the morning was cold and the afternoon was sure to be colder yet… perhaps the portagonist was a cynic or perhaps his life had simply gone down the drain, but the truth of the matter was that this tiled floor gave him no sense of comfort, warmth or even a sense of home as he made his haggard way over to the bathroom to shave. None at all.

» Posted By Wil On 07.31.2009 @ 4:16 am


Bending and breaking. A compromise for springtime that swings the face into view. The world looking down and you up at the blue. the world swings at your vision but the catepillars live faster than you

» Posted By Wil On 11.11.2008 @ 10:38 pm


happy good pride golden lion group life changes respect resposibility friendship parents family frieds

» Posted By wil On 09.18.2008 @ 7:08 am


Is love wild….like flower?

» Posted By Wil On 09.12.2008 @ 2:25 pm

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