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Metro is the word? Quite confused by this but an exercise is good I guess. When I think metro, it obviously (to me) takes me back to NYC. I miss it from time to time but think maybe I’m a tad happier without the rat race. Am I living up to my potential though? Who decides? The only real answer can be yourself. I mean who can really care. You’re playing a game and need to find new motivation all the time. Stale is not good. Happy Valentines Day. Remember if you want to actually get bette at typing, you’re gonna have to keep your fingers in the right place. Otherwise you’ll be cheating and cheaters rarely win. Unless it’s the NFL.
» Posted By Christopher On 02.14.2019 @ 8:40 am
Incapable rose stops from the deaths of every dark shadow, turning night into violet, and light by a dark roses side.
» Posted By Christopher On 07.29.2017 @ 12:21 am
3.. 2… 1.. 0… Takeoff. These are the famous words that everyone thinks about when thinking about nasa and its space program. However, not all words associated with this great program have such great meanings. “Houston we have a problem is one of them.”
» Posted By Christopher On 11.01.2014 @ 8:04 pm
She told me to go buy enough material to make curtains, but why should I buy curtains I could use that fabric for so many other things, including a sail for a ship, a parachute. Many other things that aren’t boring like curtains. Who even looks at those things.
» Posted By Christopher On 10.28.2014 @ 4:15 am
I wish I didn’t give you up.
It brought me some cheer to drink beer.
Its clear, however, that beer has given me this belly…
Beer… why must you be beer.
I’ll cheer with beer again
» Posted By Christopher On 05.08.2013 @ 10:24 am
» Posted By Christopher On 04.02.2013 @ 10:49 am
The knock came at the door. I dropped my book and stood up. Outside it was dark, past midnight. Who would be calling at this hour? My family was out, no one had come up the driveway and none of my friends lived around me.
The knock came again. “I’m coming,” I called. I jumped down the stairs and stumbled to the door, turning the knob and throwing it open.
» Posted By Christopher On 01.28.2013 @ 2:44 pm
The state of being pure, without a particle in a bad place. I think, or suppose, that this is for life and for death too. I feel free with the fresh air.
» Posted By Christopher On 10.10.2012 @ 8:00 pm
I never really felt like crosssing the zone line everyone would say that it was alway svery dangerous. I wanted to see what was on the other side, this place gets really boring and right now I have nothing to live for. I want to be feee and go on a great adventure I am worrie dI would fail at this endevour though. Sometimes i feel that there are certain things I have no power to change I want soemthing
» Posted By Christopher On 08.16.2012 @ 10:32 am
We sat there, looking at one another animatedly, eyes dancing back and forth lips to iris ear to ear. The words we shared were one or another; the real talk happened when I placed my hand on hers.
» Posted By Christopher On 06.09.2012 @ 9:38 am
i hate swings they are dumb. i think that they are also stupid.
» Posted By Christopher On 03.07.2012 @ 6:42 am
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» Posted By Christopher On 03.05.2012 @ 6:42 am
The crescent moon hangs over the night sky.
To grab onto that sliver of light in the sky.
To watch the world below.
Slowly fading into the stars before starting anew.
» Posted By Christopher On 02.27.2012 @ 8:29 pm
What was once sacred is no more.
That bond we had was something special.
That bond is no more.
Love drove life… and without love what is there?
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Without hope, that what was once sacred is empty.
» Posted By Christopher On 02.04.2012 @ 7:31 pm
You had me jumping through hoops.
You had me.
You may think otherwise
but you really did have me.
Jumping through flaming hoops….
all for love.
» Posted By Christopher On 01.28.2012 @ 1:47 pm
Below the azure sky we wait.
We lay on verdant hills as we stare off into space.
We fill our imaginations with voices of a distant past.
Far below these clouds we dream.
» Posted By Christopher On 01.17.2012 @ 3:31 pm
A loud distant roar.
We yearn to scream.
Conflicted. Desire. Hope.
Our souls bellow out.
» Posted By Christopher On 01.16.2012 @ 11:22 pm
Sometimes I ask myself if I deserve you.
You who filled me with hope and life.
You who also sent me reeling to the darkest points of desolation.
Do I deserve you…
If not you… who is it that I deserve.
I wish solely for love.
I believe all deserve it.
» Posted By Christopher On 12.05.2011 @ 8:41 pm
artistry is about an artist and is the art of art basicaly, an artist can try to imagine any soirt of picture and write it down on paper. I just pressed the back arrow after trying to submit and it reset my time! how cool is that! anyways artistry is hard to explain its just one of those things where you know it but cant transfer it to words.
» Posted By Christopher On 10.26.2011 @ 3:58 pm
Automatic like a button red pressed cockpit and stone dry. lost for verbs shouts so much that it’s deeply stained and broken. Marble wood and paper salt burning clear.
» Posted By christopher On 10.25.2011 @ 1:10 am
class playable in team fortress 2, which is very fast, can double jump and its pretty hard for a sniper to catch and kill (except for an expert like myself). the scout weaponry inventory consists in a sawed off double barrel shotgun, a pistol and a bat.
» Posted By Christopher On 10.15.2011 @ 8:21 am
Cars driving very fast, the buses, the lorries the trains and boats all going across the arteries of the country, faster and faster each having their own different modes and gears and engines, who knows what they’re carrying. Maybe people or cargo or shipments, nobody knows and everyone wonders about the different people inside.
» Posted By Christopher On 08.21.2011 @ 7:39 am
Canvas: A beautiful word, that implies not only elegance, but creativity. A canvas is not only for art, but for much more. In a way, everything is a canvas. I don’t mean to be poetic, but a life, in a way, is a canvas, and as you go along, you paint your entire life
» Posted By Christopher On 08.08.2011 @ 4:21 am
empty room fills, color molding into the dyeing sunlight. as piano stands taught holding strings, and sit by side boy plays algorithms. My eyes watering joy like a dark corner invisible. and i’m singing silently into a megaphone.
» Posted By christopher On 07.19.2011 @ 6:16 pm
We inhale that which we know we will kill us.
Breath by breath we breathe the stress away.
Take a long sip and draw it into our lungs.
Exhale regret, comfort, and memories of you.
» Posted By Christopher On 07.15.2011 @ 1:40 pm
We are expected to act accordingly; however, was it really always this way?
Remember a time when it was simpler.
When everything was without a care.
When etiquette was just how we cared.
» Posted By Christopher On 07.13.2011 @ 5:28 pm
I didn’t now how it happened, i saw a man sitting alone in a park and he was crying/ alone. When i thought he couldn’t get anymore down he dropped his final cigarette he was smoking and started to tremble, so without further a due i handed him my last cigarette and made a difference, i assisted.
» Posted By Christopher On 07.04.2011 @ 9:13 pm
Cells… not the word I was expecting. At all. Uh… my usual approach doesn’t work here. I’m not really able to think of a good thing for “cells”, so I’m just going to write this nonsense about how I can’t think of something good to write for “cells”. :D
» Posted By Christopher On 06.21.2011 @ 10:15 pm
She gently reached out and grasped my hand in hers. As we touched, my heart almost exploded. I knew now in this moment that this is how it ought to be. Me and her, together at long last. A comfortable silence between us, we both knew that this was the way it was always supposed to end.
» Posted By Christopher On 06.20.2011 @ 2:37 am
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Id love to be a singer. I sing all the time and I’ve have been in many projects dealing with music and arts. Most recetly I tried out for Ragtime. I hope I get the part I want. If not I hope I get something else in the play.
» Posted By Christopher On 06.19.2011 @ 4:19 pm