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Like pawn for a shop or actualy porn? I don’t know much about pawning items in exchange for money. Or could we be talking about pawn during the game of chess? Regardless, I don’t like the word pawn or how it sounds.
» Posted By drew On 02.13.2017 @ 6:41 pm
She leapt through the air in a pirouette so fine it would have made all the men jizz their pants, straight or gay. Women too, though I guess it would be wetness more than anything.
Sadly, she was merely practicing in the abandoned dance room. Her only audience was the endless mirrors of herself. She sighed, straightening up her leotard.
» Posted By Drew On 07.20.2016 @ 9:26 pm
the smell of florals filled the grand hall bouncing from the tile floor to the gold leaf ceiling. out of breath i inhaled the light and earth from every direction.
» Posted By Drew On 12.30.2015 @ 10:49 pm
The buzzing woke me up too soon. I was supposed to sleep for another hour. Fat chance now. I slap the annoying box, setting it to snooze and closing my eyes. It goes off again. No way was that five minutes. I glare at the clock. I sigh.
» Posted By Drew On 07.05.2015 @ 2:50 pm
The buzzing woke me up too soon. I was supposed to sleep for another hour. Fat chance now. I slap the annoying box, setting it to snooze and closing my eyes. It goes off again. No way was that five minutes. I glare at the clock. I shigh.
» Posted By Drew On 07.05.2015 @ 2:49 pm
his sleeve. he wears his heart on his sleeve. maybe thats a good thing, well because i do too. he’s wearing a blue shirt. he looks breath taking. i don’t want to break his heart, but it seems like he wants me too, so i’ll play along. the girlfriend. the girl. his girl. until something drastic happens and then it’s all over. no longer the girlfriend. just the girl friend.
» Posted By Drew On 06.25.2015 @ 4:58 am
Perform. The cello performs and so do you. The violin and the cello dance and intertwine pitches as you go about your day. You can screech or play along with the underlining tones, but either way the show goes on. Perform.
» Posted By Drew On 04.24.2015 @ 12:01 pm
bourbon I know that it is a type of alcohol, but I don’t think that I have ever tried it. I imagine old men in powdered wigs sipping it while complaining about the British loss of the colonies. Also old naggy women.
» Posted By Drew On 04.18.2015 @ 5:01 am
There is a project in the language lab at work. I think it hates me, based upon the atrocious sounds and squeals that it makes when I attempt to turn it on. When I stand in front of it, and eerily familiar shadow appears. I don’t like this shadow, and I’m not entirely sure why.
» Posted By Drew On 04.17.2015 @ 4:06 am
I am straining my eyes to look at this glass. I strain to remember that it is just glass. It doesn’t define me. There is a world behind me. Straining to remember the truth.
» Posted By Drew On 04.14.2015 @ 9:33 am
Everyday my father would drill me.
make me do laps of the house, make me run up and down the road. Exert me until I could hardly stand then he’d call it a day.
He was my own personal trainer.
He was also a douchebag.
He didn’t care about me, just about my progress. He wasn’t a father. He was a coach. A slave driver. He was so proud when I won but I got beating when I was second.
I hate my father.
I hate my trainer.
I always will.
» Posted By Drew On 01.09.2015 @ 1:10 am
Scars are stories and the wounds of the past, present and the unknown, they follow us throughout our lives detailing our struggles, intertwining with our stories of the new and our legacies of days past. The stitches try to keep us held together neatly, when we don’t think we can, it doesn’t take away the pain or the memory, so I’m not sure whether it’s just like a Mother’s kiss or genius.
» Posted By drew On 10.14.2014 @ 12:49 pm
He was apologetic about the situation, given her circumstances. She had always been a little worrisome, and he’d merely given her more reason to panic about his wellbeing.
» Posted By Drew On 10.07.2014 @ 2:21 am
you came and went like rain falling from a cloudless sky
» Posted By drew On 06.16.2014 @ 10:02 am
Once, a long time ago, there was a princess. She had cascading long, blonde hair and a purple dress. One day, after sitting in the castle, behaving like she was taught, she decided that this wasn’t the life for her. She was bored and she wanted to go out. She wanted to go on a quest through the dark and dangerous forest. If she told her father or her chambermaids about this, however, they would refuse to let her go, for the forest was where all the crimes and murders happened. Just the thought of being in a place of danger, harm and adventure made the princess’s stomach flutter with excitement.
» Posted By drew On 12.22.2013 @ 10:00 pm
she wasn’t insane
but she played the game
so damn different it was insane.
it took me a while to get it
why she’d bit her tongue off
before she bit it.
and drink Truth’s blood
before she spit it
» Posted By drew On 12.14.2013 @ 4:31 am
what do you call a man who encourages his wife to be a prostitute and puts his children out on the street to beg and steal?
» Posted By drew On 12.11.2013 @ 10:29 am
In a city like this the whole damn universe seems like a curse. Time is a knife and Space is a stab wound. Darling, I know it’s unthinkable, but around here we’re the closest thing to God we’ve got.
» Posted By drew On 11.28.2013 @ 7:10 am
Here you are nothing. You simply don’t count. You are here to obey, to accept everything, to keep your mouth shut.
» Posted By drew On 11.27.2013 @ 1:48 pm
Coming from the car of a young lady who had to pull over as she exited the cemetery to cry her eyes out, I heard an ensemble as mountainous and glorious as Hans Zimmer’s when he conducts at his zenith…and I wondered if she heard it too.
» Posted By drew On 06.17.2013 @ 2:19 pm
The greatest men have never known the world’s greatest women, and the greatest women have never known the world’s greatest men. yet, without ever meeting, or even knowing of each other’s existence, they shared a love together too great for physical pairs to ever come close to.
» Posted By drew On 06.17.2013 @ 2:02 pm
Delve into this one: “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
» Posted By drew On 05.27.2013 @ 6:21 pm
The formation of the hero
has begun, pray it is not shattered:
Your realization of that part of you
which has not yet come into existence
but is still in the process of becoming
that also grows in the hopes of strangers
whom you will never meet
but will share a heart with,
one that will beat across the world.
» Posted By drew On 05.26.2013 @ 7:11 pm
If we had never before looked upon the earth, but suddenly were born not as an infant, but full grown, and sat down in the midst of a summer meadow, would it not seem to us a radiant vision of impossible magic and unspeakable beauty? The spilling colors, the spilling shapes, the spilling songs and life of birds spilling through the airy way above all the sunlight. We would be overwhelmed with a glory unable to grasp, hardly believing that such incomprehensibles could be mere matter.
» Posted By drew On 05.25.2013 @ 3:33 pm
I am circling above the stratosphere
and I have been circling for a thousand years,
and still I cannot tell if I am watching over the womb,
or coming from it, or a great song being sung to it.
» Posted By drew On 05.24.2013 @ 8:15 pm
I put my hands into the ancient flames
gently so as not to clout such fragilities
that only burn when you when you hurt them.
I held the thousand-year-old coals
a thousand away years from being cold
and knew the dance is far from being over.
» Posted By drew On 05.24.2013 @ 7:51 am
Every time I follow Beauty in all the ways it hides and shows and comes and goes, it always leads me to the same Source; each time letting me to stay a little longer, understand a little more, cast a little further.
» Posted By drew On 05.21.2013 @ 1:22 pm
The lullaby we first heard while in the womb
we search for from thereafter until in the tomb,
somewhere in the laughter and whispers of love,
in the silent harmonics of a heartfelt hug, it’s there.
» Posted By drew On 05.19.2013 @ 7:45 pm
Chicken scratch makes me itch…unless it’s when signing my name.
» Posted By drew On 05.18.2013 @ 1:32 pm
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I can assure you that you will not find your golden ball not up here in the airstream were I reside. It’s deep in the muck of the jungle, in the darkness of the cave you fear. So do not pray, do not pay, there’s nothing I can give. There is no map for the divine cartography of human lives.
But worry not, for you’ve not lost your way. Never has it been for one to reach the destination at a single place, nor does one arrive at any one of them at a single time. you’ve hardly been on this journey and too often you stop too early, mistaking understanding with understanding that there is something to be understood. the latter is the very beginning, the opening road; you’re still in the shire, dear.
The Trinity of Time, Effort and Focused Energy is the eternal order: When you receive a new understanding understand it’s like you are being given a pair of oars — still you will have to find the canoe (you might have to build one); still will you have to locate the deep river; still you will have to learn how to navigate the invisible; still you will have to learn how to row the oars so that they stir much more than the water…
» Posted By drew On 05.17.2013 @ 8:53 pm