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the beautiful red butterfly landed on the ASTROTURF
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.08.2012 @ 7:36 pm
bows ghosting against the strings of his violin
» Posted By eymliilmye On 11.14.2011 @ 5:41 pm
I haven’t written anything on this site in a while, and the first word I get is braid? How the heck am I supposed to write something interesting about a braid?
Here it goes: Her hair was braided with lust; the gold strands shimmering with the light of his fingertips.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 07.01.2011 @ 9:46 pm
Whiskey makes me think of country music.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 04.17.2011 @ 10:38 pm
One time, me and my dance team had the alumni dancers come back to perform for a football game. I didn’t like them. They were catty and treated our captains like babies. The alumni aren’t coming back ever again and I’m glad.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 04.10.2011 @ 2:38 am
I’ve always done everything solo. Never needed a hand to hold when things got scary. I was my own person; the definition of independence.
But now I know what’s it’s like being two halves to a whole.
You showed me what it’s like.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 03.20.2011 @ 8:26 pm
I want to have sex in a pair of heels.
I want to learn how to run in heels.
I want people to be afraid of the sound my feet make in heels.
I want blood red, satin heels.
I want a pair of heels to be my trademark.
I think I’m going to go buy myself a lot of heels.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 03.15.2011 @ 8:51 pm
My dance team and I had a competition this week. For a couple of days before, one of the other teams kept saying “We’re gonna sweep them off the floor!” But ummm…we won :)
Who swept who?!
» Posted By eymliilmye On 03.06.2011 @ 9:16 pm
In times like these, I have to be strong. I can’t let anyone see the cracks; the ones that threaten to break me everyday. I’m gonna keep my head held high and a smile on my face because that’s what people do when being strong is the only way to survive.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.27.2011 @ 12:49 am
His lips tasted like ripe mangoes.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.22.2011 @ 9:58 pm
When I dance, every single thing I’m going through shows on my face and in my moves. It’s my outlet. There’s no other way to explain it.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.21.2011 @ 1:02 pm
Men are like cards. We are the magicians. Sometimes, when we’re just learning and starting out, we pick the wrong card. A lot. But eventually, after some failures, we finally pick the right card.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.19.2011 @ 10:31 pm
You follow along like a sheep, bleating about, trying to make everyone around you happy by saying the “right” answer. When they figure our what a fake you are, they’re going to shave you for your wool and leave you out in the rain with no warmth and no friends. That’s what happens to people who don’t believe in their own opinions.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.16.2011 @ 7:58 pm
He practically screamed into the microphone, and pointed straight at me as he sang, “She f***** hates me, la la la love!”
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.13.2011 @ 2:09 pm
The music ebbs towards the crescendo, and my heart beats faster when I realize this. As I hit the moves and makes the facials, time slows and it hits: the charge. I give off a growl and stomp towards the audience, then stop and hit my arms out in a T, then throw them down with my head tipped back.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.12.2011 @ 5:42 pm
I went to this 5 star restaurant one time. There had been many reviews about it in magazines, newspaper, and it was on T.V so I though it would be great.
My food was completely revolting. I was disgusted. Sure, the atmosphere was amazing and the building was beautiful, but the food? Gross.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.10.2011 @ 7:39 pm
I shook the pills out into my hand. Two fell out. I knew there were more in there. I kept shaking the bottle until 12 fell out. Two pills, 4 pills, 6 pills, 12. Just enough to take it all away for the rest of the day.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.06.2011 @ 12:02 pm
I was going to write something about a relationship. I was going to write something about video games. I was going to write something about God and how he is the controller of everything. But guess what? I control what I write, and I don’t want to write about the word ‘controller’ because nothing sounded right.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.05.2011 @ 11:15 am
I walked blindly along the corridors of my brand new highschool. My shoes were going to smell so bad after today because when I get nervous, my feet sweat like crazy. I looked down at my schedule for the hundredth time, then finally decided to open a door to find some help. I grabbed the first one I turned to and opened it.
“Excuse me, can you he-”
“Oh my God! Shut the door you idiot!”
“My pictures are ruined!”
» Posted By eymliilmye On 02.02.2011 @ 10:25 pm
I watched as his eyes flicked down to my lips, and I could feel myself leaning in. As our mouths connected, a shock went down my whole body; racing down my spine, tingling through my legs, and rooting me to the ground by my feet. When he pulled back, I smiled, satisfied, and tried to get over the jelly feeling in my body.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.31.2011 @ 3:20 pm
When I met you, I forgot to read the warning signs. I realize now that you always have to read the fine print.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.30.2011 @ 11:02 pm
I promise I won’t lean my arm on your head anymore…even though it is the perfect height for a resting spot since you’re so short! Haha! But, it kinda sucked because the last time you turned your head and your nose landed right in my armpit and you yelled really loud that I smelled like chicken sweat. It was embarrassing.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.30.2011 @ 12:50 am
He laid her clothes on top of the furnace. Only for a few minutes; he didn’t want her to be cold but nor did he want his apartment to catch on fire. The warmth was ready and waiting for her when she came out of the shower. She noticed the heat in her clothes, but took them without a thank you. She turned around, picked up her wedding ring, and left before she could see the disappointment in his eyes.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.22.2011 @ 9:52 pm
His eyes held love and passion, while her eyes were bright with desire and lust. I don’t really swing that way but…this girl was sidetracking me when it came to my relationship with Drew.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.21.2011 @ 11:34 pm
“Honey, call the plumber.”
“Something’s wrong with the drain.”
“Is it plugged?”
“Okay. I’ll give them a call.”
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.16.2011 @ 8:45 pm
It had tattered pages; faded from old age and sunlight. The words were hard to read and I wished I could feel the texture of the book, but the librarian said I HAD to wear gloves. Because in my hands…I was holding the very first edition of the Spider-Man comic books.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.15.2011 @ 9:16 pm
Sometimes, I wake before you and lie in bed just to hear you breathing deeply next to me, just to feel your warmth a little longer, just to feel this…this all consuming love that never lasts when you leave.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.12.2011 @ 11:28 pm
As her anger rose to new levels, and the words in her head swirled faster than a tornado, red blotches appeared on the apples of her cheeks. The boy in front of her stepped back, but not in time to miss the slap.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.11.2011 @ 6:50 pm
What I needed was for him to be on my side. To give me the support a marriage needed. But he wasn’t for it. He was weak, he had no courage, he no longer wanted to give us a chance, and I hated him for it. I really did.
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.09.2011 @ 8:09 pm
Back To Stats Page
The pathway to my heart isn’t what you would call easy.
It’s filled with twists and turns, bumps and hills, and quite possibly, a few hitch hikers left over.
But when you get to the center, and you find the love saved there especially for you, you’ll know that the tricky route was absolutely worth it :)
» Posted By eymliilmye On 01.02.2011 @ 1:04 am