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weathered

Etched lines snake together, cracking. His face doesn’t change expression – hasn’t in years.
This is where hard skin meets an even harder soul.
He been broken before. He’s been beaten. How he’s still standing up today? He has no idea.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 02.20.2013 @ 2:26 pm

flat

Wouldn’t it be so boring if hills were flat?

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 02.13.2013 @ 2:18 pm

“Damn,” Ross said. “Your chest is really flat.”
The girl looked down and sighed. “Yeah, I really need new stuff for it.”
The empty, flat treasure chest lay at their feet.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 02.13.2013 @ 2:15 pm

murder

Most of the time when people die, you don’t see blood.
You don’t see open wounds
Or gashes.

You hear agonizing screams.

Most of the time when people die, all you see is their shell of a body
And their empty eyes.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 02.03.2013 @ 6:48 am

systems

Break the system.
Get out of the whirlpool.
Do something.

Only by eradicating all the rules, can you truly see the big picture.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 02.01.2013 @ 11:52 am

politician

I guess all you really need to have is spirit
And a ridiculous, childish view of the world.

Or maybe just be a good liar.
Yeah, that’s enough.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 01.09.2013 @ 2:18 pm

due

We all borrow in life. Borrow things from others, be they material or not.
Eventually the banker comes to collect his due.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 12.17.2012 @ 10:07 am

determined

Do what you want to do.
Say what you want to say.
Be the person you envy the most.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 12.12.2012 @ 2:27 pm

rise

And you don’t think sunrises are beautiful.
Because you just don’t get it.
If something falls so hard everyday, how can it still rise?
How can it still function?

You’re barely holding on.
Sunrises will not do.
Not this time.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 11.29.2012 @ 8:29 pm

measured

During the day, she bakes cake.
During the night, cake bakes her.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 11.14.2012 @ 2:24 pm

draw

Deep breath.
Inhale. Exhale.
Shaking violently, she thrust her hand into the box, praying that the name she would draw would not be her. Couldn’t be her.
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He’s never been good with words.
Everything he says comes out wrong, doesn’t express what he’s REALLY feeling, so he learns to lock his words up and keep them inside himself.
Instead, he draws.
He doesn’t draw anything, not really. He draws everything.
He draws lines and circles and shades so precisely and his work looks like a hand from this viewpoint, but scoot four feet left, and you’re looking at a mountain.
He can’t define his drawings-can never say what they are, but something about looking at all those carefully sketched lines makes him feel free.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 11.12.2012 @ 7:53 am

roar

“Daddy! Daddy, look at the lion!” Thomas squirmed in his mother’s arms, flailing his chubby limbs as he tried to get his father’s attention.
“Hmm?” His father murmured absentmindedly.
“Look at it roar, Dad! Looky!”
But his parents only had eyes for each other.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 11.09.2012 @ 11:49 am

steps

Maybe I can get through this.
Maybe it’ll be okay.
Maybe not everything is ruined.

If I take
Small steps,
I could rise back up.

Just be careful.
Don’t trip.

Because maybe
I fell too many times.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 11.02.2012 @ 9:01 am

sail

Mark layed down on his back, relaxing his body into the soft, damp earth. His hands loosely fisted the grass, and he slowly uncurled his toes.
Exhaling, he looked up at the cloudy sky and prayed for rain.
It was days like these that Mark wished he could just sail away.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 10.24.2012 @ 2:18 pm

solution

How did everything screw up so badly?
The girl had given up on trying to suppress her tears, and let them flow free. Mucus glinted on her face, and she made a choking sound deep in her throat.
Because sometimes, problems don’t have solutions.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 10.23.2012 @ 7:17 pm

How did everything saw up so badly?
The girl had given up on trying to suppress her tears, and let them flow free. Mucus glinted on her face, and she made a choking sound in her throat.
Because sometimes, problems don’t have solutions.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 10.23.2012 @ 7:15 pm

forth

We don’t have a choice.
My policy: Don’t think. Don’t analyze. Don’t look back.
All you can do, is move forward.

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 10.22.2012 @ 1:08 pm

“I want out of this,” the boy said, his voice trembling. “Please, let’s go back.”
The man chuckled, his eyes shining with cold amusement. “My dear boy,” he smirked. “You must understand that one must move forward to go back.”
The man strode forward, his jacket flapping in the breeze.
What could the boy do but follow?

» Posted By ithinkhesalwayswonderful On 10.22.2012 @ 1:07 pm

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