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manners

Manners are an integral part of a person’s personality. This is the biggest thing that determines whether I respect a person. I live every day life hoping to appear polite to people. Sometimes I slip up.

» Posted By goose On 08.10.2012 @ 2:12 am

still

i sit still in the silence of the night. no one to bother me or interrupt my weary mind from wandering, helplessly and alone in the abyss. i dont want to leave this empty space, but rather exist here ceaselessly until the end of time.

» Posted By goose On 10.27.2011 @ 5:29 pm

edge

Matthew pushed brendan over the edge, as Jasmine snapped the pictures. they turned out great. they laughed as they reviewed them, laughing at the dramatic display of fast life.

» Posted By Goose On 10.02.2011 @ 3:56 pm

bow

I bow to you, but I don’t bow to myself. That’s physically impossible, I mean come on? Then again, is this an underlying symbol of the respect we pay others but not ourselves? Or is it a mark of respect knowing yourself so intimately and being comfortable enough that you don’t have to bow?
Course, it could have meant bow, as in violin bow. I need to re-rosin mine sometime soon.
Or a ribbon bow…

» Posted By goose On 07.15.2011 @ 3:22 am

dropped

I was dropped off a cliff as a baby but then a velociraptor saved me. His name was Charles and he was a yellow big nosed velociraptor. he became my father and liked to take me on picnics in the park, but people would get scared and run away. He said ” It’s OK they just don’t understand.”

» Posted By Goose On 01.28.2011 @ 1:19 pm

endless

It was the end of the campaign. The dimly lit sky hung over us like a damp blanket, reaching into our chests and sapping the breath right from us. It had been long since we’d seen the sun

» Posted By Goose On 01.21.2011 @ 11:49 am

drain

The drain was full, causing water to leak everywhere. It was probably one of those darned kids, they are always playing in the sink. I bet it was that dang toy car, the same one i slipped on this morning. Actually I hope it was one of those damn barbie dolls.

» Posted By Goose On 01.16.2011 @ 3:37 pm

bleak

wishing. waiting. simply for my chance to shine. its just too bleak to see at the moment but i will get my chance to shine.

» Posted By goose On 08.25.2010 @ 6:31 pm

bandage

“I really don’t want to write about that,” she said.
“Just write,” her teacher said.
“I don’t trust you. I don’t like you,” she said.
“I know. I don’t care.”

» Posted By goose On 01.03.2009 @ 10:50 am

meant

“You know what I meant,” I glared angrily at her.
“Have you ever trusted me?” she sounded sad.
No. “Yes,” you were my teacher, of course I did.”
This isn’t about you – it was never about you. Don’t try to make it about you. It’s about me, it’s about my pain. For once in my life I’m starting to be okay with the fact that something is about me. Only me. Not you.

» Posted By goose On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

broken

Yes, the plate was shattered. Torn to pieces and lying angrily on the cold floor. Trust is not like a broken plate. I lied to you. The trust is broken, yes, but it is not a simple jigsaw puzzle that you can glue back together and fix like the plate. The trust is gone. Broken forever. You have broken my heart, left me in this estranged dust-land. You can never fix this.

» Posted By Goose On 12.20.2008 @ 10:47 am

disconnect

Disconnect happens when I can’t find your face in my mind’s eye.
When it is the middle of the night and I am screaming and crying
and your voice is nowhere to be heard.
I cannot tell you how I love the way you move your hands
and I how I wish your hands would move on me.

» Posted By goose On 04.14.2009 @ 7:39 pm

international

She’s an international superstar. No one holds her back. She owned Times Square when I took her there – strutted in her white boots and hundred dollar jeans. Strait out of small-town Russia, she was the glamour queen. And then I learned she was so much more than that, and I know I’ll never forget her.

» Posted By Goose On 04.12.2009 @ 9:17 pm

runway

runway. runaway. run run run run away. runaway runaway runaway. la la la. run run run the boat, merily mdown the stream. ladeedadeedadeeda life is but a rowing boat. wazza yeates. endeavour away. Geoff Hale, legendary

» Posted By Goose On 03.25.2010 @ 11:12 pm

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