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I had something to say but then you wanted me to stop. And I didn’t know how. So I said it anyway, here we go again, so now we’re in separate rooms. This is life and I object.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 12.02.2012 @ 12:08 pm


She walks alone, it’s raining hard and the road is slick. So much for that, she thought. It couldn’t have gone more perfectly wrong.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 01.07.2011 @ 1:06 pm


She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
He felt that she smelled like a green who-

Ran out of time.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 10.25.2010 @ 2:05 pm


Oneword, i think we need to “dicuss” this sudden sloppy type-job i’m seeing here.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 09.04.2010 @ 3:00 am


For once, it doesn’t seem so dark, love. It’s not as if i’ve been lost without you, but admittedly, i was wandering around in circles anyway. It’s my birthday. Time to walk in a new direction.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.26.2010 @ 8:06 am


My eyes are burning. i’ve been getting very tired lately, and because it’s summer, i’ve been blaming it on the heat. It’s probably not the sun’s fault that my vision mists over when i hear a well-played guitar and i can’t sleep at night.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.24.2010 @ 7:03 pm


You once asked my why it was that i saved everything. i told you it was because i have a poor memory, and if i didn’t save SOMETHING, i’d lose you. Ridiculous, you said. You weren’t going anywhere.

Well, at least i have your lighter.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.15.2010 @ 10:55 am


Two mugs, one green and one purple. Fill em with tea, water hot from my kettle. Please oh please, tell me this is what you want.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.11.2010 @ 8:58 am


Drown, love, drown. If i fill up my head with dancing shapes and sounds, will you drown

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.08.2010 @ 1:50 pm


If i was created in your image, why do i feel so uncomfortable in my own skin? Is it because somehow, somewhere, deep inside of me, i know i’m not and never will be what i was made to be? Perfect?

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.07.2010 @ 11:27 am


My granma used to take my little sister, younger cousin, and me to the missions in San Antonio during the summer. We would visit them after spending most of the day in various thrift stores. My best memories are the simple facts.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.06.2010 @ 9:32 pm


If i was a mouse, i’d shake my little head, whiskers fluttering, in rage. But i’m not. And the maze is real. Cross my fingers, close my eyes, pray that the cheese is real.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.06.2010 @ 9:53 am


Pick it up and follow, he says.

“It’s too hard, i keep falling, the ground is made of broken glass, the weight is unbearable, i think i’m lost…

i’m tired.”


» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.04.2010 @ 6:05 pm


Good fences make good prisons. Good fences make good faces. Good fences make good persons. Good fences keep me from going places.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.03.2010 @ 6:50 pm


Apples? Well, they’re right there. No? i left them on the table, on the tree, in a basket, none for you? none for me.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 08.02.2010 @ 11:48 pm


As awful as i feel for admitting this, i’ll never be more than i am now. In fact, i think i’m shrinking.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 07.25.2010 @ 11:32 am


i didn’t think it would have happened the way it did. “made for each other,” we said. You’re gone. i miss you.

come back.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 07.23.2010 @ 11:08 pm


No, no i am not. i think i was a long time ago, back when everything was sugarwaffle cones and love. Now i don’t know what’s going on.

» Posted By anonnymouse23 On 07.22.2010 @ 10:00 pm

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