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The soul illuminates the eye, reflecting joy and sorrow, wisdom and hope.
» Posted By Dianne On 09.11.2015 @ 10:07 am
The dust and the cats on the front porch. Always that front porch tripe. But I tried to be in love with a farmer, once. He was small yet mighty, or so he grandma told me. He wanted to leave all of that, except for the old car and the guns and the freedom. I half understood.
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» Posted By Dianne On 12.01.2012 @ 12:41 pm
We’re twenty miles away from the fire. We’re driving north on 287 and the black sky over the mountains lights up orange every few minutes. Houses? Land? What’s rising with those flames?
Temperatures rise; ash falls but still no rain.
» Posted By dianne On 11.29.2012 @ 1:10 pm
oneday i got a phone call, my sister was in hospital and when i got there she was
layed out on a stretcher all messed up from her car accident. I felt sick to the stomach
I had never seen anyone disfigured in the way that she was.
» Posted By dianne On 07.19.2012 @ 4:38 am
The bond between to warring worlds. be it countries, cities, or just two people. Nothing held back, nothing forgotten. The tie that can bring two completely different worlds together peacefully.
» Posted By Dianne On 06.05.2012 @ 1:11 pm
a balloon is red and floating in the sky!
it’s filled with air and light.
I wish I was a balloon, no troubles, light-heart.
we live to see the balloons on our birthdays.
when it is your birthday, you’ll know it by the levity in your balloon.
in your heart.
this is it.
» Posted By Dianne On 02.19.2012 @ 6:49 pm
A butterfly fluttered outside her window. She watched it’s graceful movements, mesmerized by how delicate of a creature it really was. When she was a child, her mom told her that when the butterflies came, it was the spirits of relatives that have passed away, coming back to visit. No one she loved had died. She wondered who’s spirit swelled within those colorful wings.
» Posted By Dianne On 02.08.2012 @ 12:24 pm
He approached the sacred alter. His hands shook with grief. He had wronged so many. Penance was upon him. Time to be absolved. Two of the dark, cloaked figures behind him moved forward. They placed their hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently forward, forcing him to bend at the waist. The alter’s surface was warm against his cheek. The blade was chilly against his throat. […]
» Posted By Dianne On 02.04.2012 @ 7:49 pm
She closed the book. Her hands lingered on the soft leather binding. Where had all of the heroes gone? Where were the noble romantics that would battle monsters and sail across uncharted seas to rescue the women of their dreams? Heroes don’t exist, she realized. They never did. They are figments of people’s imagination, doomed to forever be fictionalized in the epic poems of yore
» Posted By Dianne On 02.02.2012 @ 11:34 am
It sat there looming, deep in the forest. Deserted and forgotten long ago. Shingles blown away, revealing gaping holes in the roof. The door, no longer hanging on its hinges, lay in pieces on the dilapidated, rotting porch. The few windows that weren’t shattered, watched over the forest like sinister eyes. Everything about the cabin warned, “Stay away from here…”, yet I couldn’t resist. Something evil beckoned. A force stronger than common sense. […]
» Posted By Dianne On 01.27.2012 @ 12:31 pm
She ran her fingers between the delicate skin of her neck and the spiked leather collar that encompassed it. The collar was tight. Stifling. She felt like a dog being forced to heel after an owner she despised. Why did she always try to fit in? This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a rebel. She wasn’t goth or emo or punk rock. […]
» Posted By Dianne On 01.26.2012 @ 12:57 pm
The low, rhythmic hum reverberating within the beehive was captivating. Dangerous. She knew she was allergic. That bees meant death, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was drawn to the sound. Drawn to the finality of death. It would only hurt for a moment, then the torture of life would be over. The pain was worth it. One last stab, then an eternity of […]
» Posted By Dianne On 01.26.2012 @ 10:09 am
A crackle, then a buzz. First the leaves under our feet, then the harbinger of an afternoon ruined. A walk across the 12 acres, newly mine, unexpectedly tests pain thresholds and the time it takes to jump the barbwire fence, pry open the kitchen door, and unpack the tools to nurse my inflictions.
» Posted By Dianne On 01.25.2012 @ 9:45 pm
Liberty sat in her bed, her soft fleece security blanket draped around her like a protective cloak. Her deep blue eyes welled with tears, but she forced herself not to cry. Her parents were fighting again. Dad was drunk. Mom was too. Did they really think she couldn’t hear them? She heard them. Every night. Cursing Liberty. Blaming her for their problems. She hated them. […]
» Posted By Dianne On 01.20.2012 @ 4:30 am
Almost fainting, coughing up the dust that swirled across the plain – and this was just a morning walk. Your thoughts, louder than they should have been for words unspoken, screamed from your expression. But we walked onward in the wind, in silence.
Not a word spoken, loud or soft, of the fight we didn’t win.
» Posted By Dianne On 01.17.2012 @ 11:02 am
I am not sure what this means. Maybe being nice or thinking about other people and their feelings. I think it might be a good thing to be nice to others and
» Posted By Dianne On 10.14.2011 @ 7:45 am
“I’m not romantic.” The biggest lie told by the biggest romantic, trying to romance someone who wasn’t a romantic. What a strange for of self-tyranny, and an effective way to woo.
» Posted By Dianne On 09.30.2011 @ 3:19 pm
It sat out in the garage – the first gadget that began my brother and father’s gadget war. The old computer, running DOS. I only knew I liked playing with the torn-off sides of the dot matrix printer paper to make necklaces out of them.
» Posted By Dianne On 04.20.2011 @ 3:27 pm
something tragic and sudden and unexpected occurs and your mind can not fathom what just happened or appeared to happen and you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks on you. it is simply unimaginable and so gross and terriflying that you don’t know what to do. the consequences will be enormous after such occurrence.
» Posted By dianne On 04.14.2011 @ 8:47 am
nothing, I got nothing but myself, i feeli empty, it feels so alone, I hate it but I dont a have a choice. ugghr
» Posted By Dianne On 08.02.2010 @ 10:59 pm
without you i’d be nothing. you’re leaving me and it’s not fair. I love you and without you by my side, life is just so weird, I can’t stand this anymore, but I’ll always be with you. without me
» Posted By dianne On 06.18.2010 @ 10:47 pm
Folded up pieces of paper. Woops, hope that wasn’t important, because now it has a circular coffee stain. Oh, oh but the coffee table is just fine.
» Posted By Dianne On 04.15.2010 @ 11:51 pm
what is a match. it is a stick that when struck against a rough surface, makes a spark of fire. That used to be the main way to light a cigarette until lighters came along. Some people still use matches in the bathroom to get rid of the stinky smell of a powerful BM. After the match is lit and blown out, it pretty much gets rid of the bad smell. They even make scented matches now. That’s even better but you have to find them in a shop that cells oils or candles or incense.
» Posted By Dianne On 08.14.2009 @ 4:22 pm
There was a tray full of food — all kinds of decadence tempting me away from my diet. The silver tray held chocolate truffles, dainty cookies, nuts, scones . . . it seemed to never end. Would I give in to the te
» Posted By Dianne On 12.22.2009 @ 8:57 pm
Is a potatoe to some, and a hunk to others. When I call someone a stud, they should look a little like Brad Pitt, or a personal favorite, Brandon Boyd.
» Posted By Dianne On 12.11.2009 @ 10:44 pm
They were weeds to my parents. They were flowers to me. I’d sit in the front yard and pull up those little yellow dandelion flowers by the roots, watching the cars and squinting at the sun.
» Posted By Dianne On 03.14.2010 @ 6:15 pm
It is so cold outside. Layers. Thick socks, then corduroys. Tank top, sweater, scarf, then coat.
» Posted By Dianne On 01.30.2010 @ 11:10 am
Back To Stats Page
“See those concrete towers by the road?”
I press my face against the car window. Thin glass between me and a nation whose realities I don’t grasp yet.
“They’re made to be pulled down and crash into pieces in the road to prevent Northern tanks from entering the city.”
» Posted By Dianne On 03.16.2010 @ 7:05 pm