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Oh lover of mine, tell me how did I sin
Did you want for sweet orange
But instead found bitterness
Oh lover of mine, do you realize
I loved it when your eyes would speak
On the forms of love that I really need
Oh lover of mine, it’s the oddest thing
To twist out of the skins I left at sea
To shift into spaces I must still see
» Posted By Gin On 04.12.2018 @ 5:54 pm
Forest, river, diving in and water surrounding you, rushing into your ears, surrounding your senses, taking over and washing out everything, flooding out all sensation but the cold, lapping water against your skin, flooding your ears, your pores…like hearing the rain outside the window, drowning out any thought. Like when you plug your fingers in your ears and all you can hear is the blood rushing. Hearing the ocean in a shell is just this…solitude.
» Posted By gin On 09.26.2014 @ 1:52 am
The milk covered the black and white checked kitchen floor. The cat swished its tail at the glass, causing the crash and glass to be splintered around the apartment.
» Posted By gin On 05.25.2013 @ 10:48 pm
The end of the world is coming. It will only take five minutest but the world is going to end and everyone will die. No one will live and you will be the first to go. I can’t understand why the world is going to end.
» Posted By gin On 01.14.2013 @ 10:55 am
props are things that i think are very useful for pictures or for work. I use to use a lot of props for work when i worked at serra bowl as a party hostess. THe kids in the my parties thought it was very fun to have and i thought it made their experience during their birthday parties more memorable.
» Posted By gin On 07.27.2012 @ 12:53 pm
The thought of a turbine reminds me of a power plant, filled with running engines and electric gears. All formed to develop one functioning system. That system probably runs another bigger system.
» Posted By Gin On 07.09.2012 @ 11:09 pm
it clicks when it whirls, it drips whens its half done, you have to fold it at the end and the only sweet token from this dastardly deed is the feeling of warm cotton linen, smelling of fresh spring pine, sweeping arcoss your cool flesh, a moment of heaven washing over the senses and making you melt with satisfaction.
» Posted By gin On 05.31.2012 @ 3:16 pm
The wind howled mournfully, snow and ice hung from the wires strung loosely from pole to pole; darkness had settled in. In a heartbeat, even more so: the grid went down… and all went silent inside our four walls. Briefly. With a sure, steady hand the Hermit set the switch for the generator and in unison, all lights, fridge, and digital clocks blinked on. All was well again; security, warmth, light.
» Posted By gin On 02.29.2012 @ 6:20 am
I was playing with the Bobby pin, twirling it idly in my fingers as I sat on the rough carpet, my seven year old brain running in the random, secret directions that a Childs brain does. For no reason, I was struck with the impulse to stick the pin into a nearby outlet. As I tentatively poked it into the hole, into that outlet that always reminded me so much of a small, surprised face, I was hit with a small jolt of electricity, and all thought was driven from my mind at the shock of the sudden sensation.
» Posted By gin On 02.22.2011 @ 12:50 am
nothing, no and no one. what do you say about nothing? clean, white, awaiting new surprises.
» Posted By gin On 08.03.2010 @ 12:30 am
sand, skies, the tide i wrote about just a couple of days ago. seagulls staring out over the ocean blankly, looking as though they are contemplating the meaning of it all. warmth.
» Posted By gin On 06.24.2010 @ 9:28 pm
The tide lapped gently against her feet, cold pools forming in the sandy crevices surrounding her ankles. She listened to the slow, subtle crash and felt the quiet engulf her.
» Posted By gin On 06.22.2010 @ 11:16 pm
vain, beauty, spoiled rotten, sometimes the name of dogs, occassionally members of the media, always female Disney characters. Perfection, outrage, jealousy, frustration, and perhaps illusion, false hopes, spoiled, broken dreams, lives, something no one can ever truly be, broken dreams, anger
» Posted By Gin On 01.25.2009 @ 2:44 pm
she took the path that she wanted, like all of us. We say we dont want it, but we dont really mean it because deep down we’re all self loathing little children that dont know or dont acknowledge what is best for them. There are insecurities, untruths, little habits that make us so vulnerable but yet are so imperceptible. And its all what we want. What we choose.
» Posted By Gin On 10.23.2008 @ 11:30 am
garden path it would be really nice to take a walk right now and look at the sky and all the flowers and be relaxed. Also maybe get some spiritual enlightenment. All good fairy tales start with little girls going down a forest path…
» Posted By Gin On 10.22.2008 @ 2:17 pm
i wear the sweater to read the “in the cold blood” book.
» Posted By Gin On 12.13.2009 @ 6:05 pm
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the arrow shifts its position in the sky as my mind is boggled by the multitude of options. i wonder how things get started and i wonder how decisions are made, and promises broken all in one split second/ i wonder how an arrow can know where it pierces
» Posted By gin On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am