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He gave a grin.
I was beaming right at him.
I think he tried to beam right back at me, and then he died.
Son of a gun!
» Posted By dramarie On 01.20.2014 @ 6:41 pm
All I could think of, was how the word shells had the word “hell” in the middle, surrounded two s’s.
Could it be that each shell on the beach contained a tiny hell?
On a beach, aren’t there asses everywhere?
Hell, I’m so deep.
» Posted By dramarie On 06.20.2013 @ 1:37 am
If I could right now,
I would be a Jigglypuff,
so I could sing you a sweet lullaby.
One to wash your worries and fears away.
» Posted By dramarie On 05.20.2013 @ 8:09 am
Celestial horses flying magically upon a fluffy white cloud farting rainbows out of their asses. Sexual.
» Posted By dramarie On 05.11.2013 @ 9:58 pm
Something dad always says I use too much of.
After I shower, the excess coats the floor, a slippery trap.
But I’m not doing it on purpose.
Or am I?
» Posted By dramarie On 05.09.2013 @ 5:59 pm
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di s s o l v e
» Posted By dramarie On 05.01.2013 @ 8:28 pm
All animosity was dissolved with the nod of her head.
“You may go,” I said to the servant crouched at the foot of our bed, holding her ill gotten goods with trembling hands.
» Posted By dramarie On 05.01.2013 @ 7:41 pm
I can’t top the sweetness of your honey coated words, but every time I read what you write about me it’s like you have my heart clasped in the palm of your hand.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.28.2013 @ 7:09 am
I’ve always wanted to go to a café with a bunch of friends to chat about nothing in particular, spending time people watching and jotting down weird ideas in a sketchbook while sipping an aromatic macchiato. Now that a bunch of trendy hipster coffee houses are opening up around and about, I don’t want it anymore. Damn consumerism.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.23.2013 @ 1:21 am
Her magenta streaked hair glinted in the sun as she twirled her way through the grass field. The contrast made the picture magnificent.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.22.2013 @ 2:15 am
My hormones did not listen. I could see the vision now, so vivid and clear in my head. The scent of her perfume, pheromones and natural oils seemed so real. Oh god, I burrow my head between her supple pillowy chest cushions. God, they taste like fresh baked pie.
I looked down and saw my slice of pie, crushed to crumbs between my fingers.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.21.2013 @ 7:24 am
She fell backwards, and the cliffs never looked this good. At this angle, she could see each and every ledge, the roots that jutted out beneath the soil and rock, the sky that held the clouds so tightly before they slipped from her grasp as rain. But she didn’t see them; she had her eyes closed, all the way as she plummeted to her death into the stormy sea below.
Her demise had nothing poetic about it.
Just another one amidst the millions that had jumped to see the Underworld.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.20.2013 @ 8:40 am
A wizened old man who was lonely.
His favorite food was baloney.
His nose was his prominent feature,
his persona made him a lovely creature.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.17.2013 @ 9:37 pm
The shiniest things I have ever seen.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.17.2013 @ 12:44 am
You dumb, slow, thick- headed mumbling fool.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.17.2013 @ 12:40 am
I met him in an orientation, he first attracted my attention. His quiet demeanor, gentle yet firm, held my fascination time and again.
He was highly regarded and in demand as a romantic interest, and being honest, I never expected myself to be in as tender a caress as this. Especially when it was his.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.14.2013 @ 8:10 am
I was attracted to her the moment I entered the classroom.
Rather than anyone else trying to make friends, Laura was just sitting by herself quietly in a corner. Usually, anyone in such a situation would be wearing earphones, but not she. She sat alone, staring into her desk. It was hard fathoming what would compel such a young girl into social oblivion.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.14.2013 @ 7:58 am
Could it be that the branch that I seek is merely a tweak?
» Posted By dramarie On 04.12.2013 @ 11:46 pm
I imagined an anchor, tied to me with an imaginary rope: made of the strongest steel alloy there was, heavy and as thick as the fist of a weightlifter, sturdy as stone and hard as a rock.
But yet I felt so featherlight, like I was floating away.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.11.2013 @ 9:40 pm
‘Some nights I’m glad that my dash is never ending…’ I sang as tears streamed down my face.
They were not tears of sadness; my eyes were red and tired from staring too long at the computer. But oh, who could pass up the chance to look at such beautiful images, or read such inspirational words? Graphic interface images that are basically short silent movies! If there is my own personal brand of hell, this would be it. To face sleepless nights and sleepy mornings,for as long as there would be Internet and Tumblr, what a dream!
» Posted By dramarie On 04.10.2013 @ 11:11 am
The deep, steep, relentless trench seemed to stretch relentlessly into the depths of the dark, murky waters.
If I stopped swimming, I might just sink slowly into the bottom, and be crushed emotionally and physically by both pressure and the lack of light. My heart rate quickened and I swam back rapidly into the shallower waters.
Who knew how many dead bodies of seamen that trench concealed.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.09.2013 @ 5:19 am
” It’s a trench right?”
” No, it’s called a peacoat. Trench coats are mid-knee length, can’t you tell the difference, you ninny nincompoop!”
Well, I was a GUY. How am I supposed to know all this fashion crap?! Why am I even here in a fashion workshop confuses me even more…
» Posted By dramarie On 04.09.2013 @ 5:14 am
Punished for something he did. What was it? Why doesn’t anyone tell me what Eriole did so he could repent? His heart ached with the pain and anguish of a misunderstood child. He was merely playing.
The gods turned away.
A millennia went by and he turned into a shrunken, wizened little man. He knew nothing and was illiterate, punished for something he did long ago.
He never remembered what he was punished for.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.08.2013 @ 8:24 am
My hands encircled his neck easily. He made no resistance, and I sank my fangs into him like the carnivore I was. There it came. The warm, spicy, wet of red spilled itself on my tongue.
My hands turned into vines and we entwined. The leafy roots and stalks warped into a blooming rose and exploded in a mess of yellow and black. Bees stung each other and stuck themselves into a honeycomb the shape of a skull. The skull started to scream and the bees dispersed again.
I awoke to his last words.
“I regret nothing.” he said with such conviction that I was tempted to believe. But I shook my head and devoured the rest of him.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.05.2013 @ 10:03 pm
Turn and turn and turn again
You see the what but not the when
Remedy and wrong entwine
And soon they form a single vine
This came into my head almost immediately, one of my favorite poems, written in the form of a prophecy in a Suzanne Collins book.
» Posted By dramarie On 04.05.2013 @ 9:51 pm
If muffins are just ugly, naked cupcakes, do bagels and donuts share the same relationship?
» Posted By dramarie On 04.04.2013 @ 6:13 am
If reality is fabricated, is reality considered real?
» Posted By dramarie On 04.02.2013 @ 9:59 am
The plague spread.
Even the most remote corners were not spared. The most resilient of warriors fell the fastest, for the bravest were the kindest and made their hearts weak to the pleads of the sick. The village went out within a week, and it struck its cursed flame to many more.
The plague triumphed.
» Posted By dramarie On 03.31.2013 @ 1:26 am
The grains were tiny, fine, smooth and powdery to touch. Running my fingers through it was a very pleasant and fine experience, I was sorry that I had to see it go. Mrs Lee rushed our experiments all the time; going to the lab required much fuss, nine year olds like us were prone to skipping and larking about, something her old bones wouldn’t handle.
“Now, will you please drop your iodine on the samples.”
All the students did so and we all gasped as the dark inky substance stained the lovely, oaky, cream coloured crop. The wetness and darkness of iodine spread along the grains, the adhesive and cohesive forces pulling the liquid along in a slow, languid movements.
It was fascinating to watch.
» Posted By dramarie On 03.30.2013 @ 7:10 am
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It’s not tornado, it’s to-ma-to.
Tomato : A red kind of fruit with yellow seeds, mildly sour in flavor. Often used in soups and confused as a vegetable.
Person : If tomato is a vegetable, isn’t ketchup a smoothie?
Person 2: Ketchups are condiments, idiot.
» Posted By dramarie On 03.28.2013 @ 12:53 am