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manifest

Se manifiesta de entre las sombras, se abre paso entre los cuerpos danzantes; suda, se ríe, camina con la mirada perdida. Sus ojos buscan en las luces parpadeantes fugaces respuestas; se mira a sí misma en los ojos de extraños y ella sonríe, camina, entiende por qué y el quizás, pero no lo cuestiona. Se desvanece con cada trago para no pensar.

» Posted By Aileen On 07.04.2013 @ 6:49 pm

Se manifiesta de entre las sombras, se abre paso entre los cuerpos danzantes; suda, se ríe, camina con la mirada perdida. Sus ojos se buscan en las luces parpadeantes, fugacez respuestas; se mira a sí misma en los ojos de extraños y ella sonríe, camina, entiende el porque y el quizás, pero no lo cuestiona. Se desvanece con cada trago para no pensar.

» Posted By Aileen On 07.04.2013 @ 6:24 pm

decompose

Right next to the pile of shit that you have accumulated underneath your pillow over the years are the decomposed bodies of the people you have let down. Right next to you while you sleep are all those who died because of you; one word muttered wrong, one sigh of annoyance, one missed call, those are all the bodies. The shit, it rubs off and it can be cleaned, but those bodies will forever be lying there with you, dining on your table, sitting on your couch, showering in your bathtub. They can’t be burned or buried and they won’t leave your side. When you turn around at night and feel their cold, bony hands grasping your hair or your body, you will remember, each case, each voice; and though their faces won’t ever haunt you, there’s nothing worse than hearing their voices resonating in your ears.

» Posted By Aileen On 06.11.2013 @ 12:57 pm

coach

“I’ll coach you,” said the man standing beside me, a lute on his hands; he had stopped playing for a while now and was most interested in the conversation I was having with Farkas.

“I’m fine, thank you.” I tried sounding the less rude I could, but it still came out as rude.

» Posted By Aileen On 06.10.2013 @ 12:28 pm

café

It’s a place were u go to drink coffee or something like that

» Posted By Aileen On 04.23.2013 @ 10:19 am

vines

Its like in the jungle those green string things that are hanging (the vines were in the jungle)

» Posted By Aileen On 04.05.2013 @ 10:47 am

experience

Hush now I know more than you. I slid down an alleyway and heard the rattle of trashcans like a bing and bang in the night and the cacophony makes me smart . been there done that sorry bub

» Posted By Aileen On 01.05.2013 @ 9:58 pm

society

People like in a buisness or something I think or a group I think I am not sure but it’s more like a group.

» Posted By Aileen On 02.13.2013 @ 10:30 am

configuration

Configuration is trying to get us right.
Trying to understand a thousand miles in between.
It’s working through the impossible to see you again.
Configuration is courage, it’s working things out.

» Posted By aileen On 06.27.2012 @ 8:17 pm

distributor

Distributor is the one who distributes the good.
Distributor is the one who provides the soul food.

He distributes with all of his soul and heart,
He gives all of who he is, never just part.

Distributor is the example we need to be.
Distributor is what will set the heart free.

» Posted By aileen On 06.27.2012 @ 7:47 am

You see that distributor there?
The one with ripped dirty wear.
He’s the one who gives out his soul.
He gives the very best of him,
Leaving him with a light so dim.
But that’s just who he is,
He gives everything and more.
Now tell me, how is it he can be
a distributor if he’s poor?

» Posted By aileen On 06.27.2012 @ 7:33 am

still

And still there has been no change.

I tell myself every single day to change, but it doesn’t come. What can I do to make me do stuff? Since when did action become such a hard thing to ignite? I can’t even remember the last time I seriously felt proud of myself for doing something, for changing something. Somebody help me get out of the “still” and into the will.

» Posted By Aileen On 10.27.2011 @ 2:56 pm

control

what if i want a different word, do these words change daily? it’s funny that it is my lack of control in this process and this website that is driving me crazy right now. I want to know what they are going to do with all of these word. and why is it bad if i had a duplicate they didnt take mine the first time.

» Posted By Aileen On 03.04.2011 @ 5:37 pm

or lack of it when i see somehting do i just go after it or do i hold back, how hard is that thing to get, how quick is the satisfaction fthat i recieve from it how much do i have to risk? i like the feeling of control of being in control, control is confidence control is power, control is the ability to claim ownership

» Posted By Aileen On 03.04.2011 @ 5:35 pm

paperclips

There were paperclips all over the floor alongside with every single item that his desktop one had held. He was underneath that desktop, legs close to his chest and face buried in his knees, crying.

Then he looked up at me and pointed at a bunch of papers that were held together by bright blue paperclips… they were the divorce papers.

» Posted By Aileen On 12.22.2010 @ 8:49 pm

optimism

Optimism wasn’t my best trait. It wasn’t actually a trait of mine at all. Whenever something went wrong, black clouds lingered over for as long as the reminder of that one wrong thing lived in my memory. Whenever something went right, it was just pure luck and it was bound to be ruined by the black clouds, because it was destiny that always played against me.

» Posted By Aileen On 12.20.2010 @ 7:02 pm

cannon

No ship can be called like such if there’s no cannon decorating the surface. And this was just like her. She couldn’t be herself without having some sort of weapon, grenade, pistol, something, to protect herself from the exterior, from those who dared to come close enough and threaten her.

» Posted By Aileen On 12.19.2010 @ 9:08 pm

typewriter

She laid on bed, looking hopelessly at the typewriter, her hands caressing the letter cases, in position to start any time soon. But there were no words craving to escape; there was nothing she could say. But she laid still, awaiting restlessly for the inspiration to arrive.

» Posted By Aileen On 12.18.2010 @ 11:40 am

boa

There was a feathered boa tightly caressing his neck. One tight knot hanged from the ceiling, while the other was constricting his neck, preventing oxygen from going into his longs; something that could have threatened his pleasurable moment.

It was definitely something I never did before, but he liked it and it meant less “emotional” bonding, or name-calling.

» Posted By Aileen On 12.17.2010 @ 11:16 pm

run

running, running. i ran until it felt asif liquid metal was dripping down my throat. the trees; they haunted me for a reason i couldnt explain though hard i tried. it was the secret that haunted me; the secret we all know yet no one tells

» Posted By aileen On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

lake

Silver and filling with brimstone. I held your hand here and by the light of your baseball cap, we headed home.

Kiss kiss love love and miles of Minnesota road.

» Posted By Aileen On 03.21.2010 @ 10:48 am

swell

The swell of clouds and pink, gummy sunsets. Misawa you were so beautiful at 75 degrees watching out in my pineapple dress on the stairs for a breeze

» Posted By Aileen On 03.22.2010 @ 12:36 pm

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