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» Posted By Maddie On 01.13.2018 @ 8:08 pm


Is my lens different then yours. DO you see the world different than i? Would i see how you perceive and in turn how you feel. Should we all take look into each others lens

» Posted By Maddie On 04.20.2017 @ 3:08 pm


says the screen
i panic
and scream
says the screen
i try
to wipe it clean
says the screen

» Posted By Maddie On 11.20.2016 @ 3:50 pm


The proof.
Perhaps it was in the man that lay, his limbs splayed in odd directions, beneath the shade of the apple tree in his garden. His neck was split, his face stuck forever in an odd grin. His smile was hauntingly stretched. He had died, grinning hauntingly at his attacker while the life spilled out of him.

» Posted By Maddie On 11.03.2016 @ 6:54 pm


The blistering sun was beating down on the hopeless travelers below. It had been ages since they had last seen civilization, slept in a decent bed, or even eat a full meal.

» Posted By Maddie On 10.08.2016 @ 12:12 pm


I hold you tighter than is comfortable, feel you glimmer like an old friend with an empty mug asking “how many sugars”. And I reply “none”. I’ve never been in this kitchen before but it is familiar, it reminds me of every kitchen i’ve ever kissed you in. Most were blurred but all were counters covered in stale tea bags, that didn’t have anywhere safe to stay.

» Posted By Maddie On 09.12.2016 @ 6:37 am


It was not the treasure he had expected to find, but this journey was not wasted. He had never felt more alive than when he was with her, and although the box was empty when they found it, he had found something even more precious in her.

» Posted By Maddie On 09.07.2016 @ 9:37 pm


“I don’t love you.” She said it pointedly and without any hesitation. There was no softness in her voice, no sympathetic eyes, but there was a clear displeasure about being approached by such a ridiculous notion as this

» Posted By Maddie On 09.05.2016 @ 9:14 pm


“She was the chosen one,” they said, “born to save His people.” But she wasn’t. She knew she had never been chosen for anything. There was another, she knew, who was on his way whom He chose. But he had not come yet. We are all still waiting.

» Posted By Maddie On 04.09.2016 @ 4:32 pm


Boom was how her life felt. Boom was everything she thought about. She could not believe that every time he came into her life, BOOM!! all of the feelings came rushing back. Then Boom!, he was gone…

» Posted By Maddie On 03.16.2016 @ 1:09 pm

Boom went the open gates of my heart. The sudden rush like a horse from a race track and I went sprinting towards the finish line that you were not even at.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.16.2016 @ 11:48 am


The memory is trying to lure me in. I don’t want to remember that day, but I guess it can’t help but haunt me. I can’t let it get the best of me, or I’ll have no strength left to fight it off. I don’t want to remember when he died. I don’t want to think of him when I saw him there. Not moving. I can’t think of him or I’ll fall to pieces in tears. I hope he’ll rest in piece. He was the greatest dog I had ever had. Now, he was gone, just like that. All because of the red van.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.02.2016 @ 8:52 am


i always thought that i was normal. it wasn’t until the day at the party that i wasn’t. that there was something terribly wrong with me that would ensure that i could never ever be normal. i was never normal. i was always their machine.

» Posted By Maddie On 12.05.2015 @ 10:31 pm


the scene will be with me forever. my body lying in the sand, brutalized and terrorized in its last breaths. the scene will be with me forever as i will be forever. and how those who did this to me will wish it not so

» Posted By Maddie On 09.14.2015 @ 9:14 pm


My brother was honorable. He fought by all the rules and the sword that killed him broke them. And in a dirty fight he would have scorned, I avenged him. My brother was honorable. I am not.

» Posted By Maddie On 08.30.2015 @ 12:06 pm

My brother was honorable. He fought by all the rules and the sword that killed him broke them. My brother was honorable. I am not.

» Posted By Maddie On 08.30.2015 @ 12:04 pm


I kept thinking that there had to be more than this. I couldn’t sit here any longer and try to decide what the future had in store for me.

» Posted By Maddie On 08.28.2015 @ 6:38 pm


i can’t see shit through the fumes and the burning in my throat and eyes is killing me. the damned professor will pay for this

» Posted By Maddie On 08.23.2015 @ 7:44 pm


the wood groans against my weight and the sound makes me cringe. as if this corridor could get even scarier. i see my bedroom coming up in the candlelight and let out a sigh of relief. after staying up late exploring grandma’s old mansion i could use a good night’s sleep. it easy enough to slip through the door. being dead really makes travel easier

» Posted By Maddie On 08.22.2015 @ 6:05 pm


This body feels rented, just a shell I inhabit. I’m always uncomfortable and feel out of place. Sometimes I have memories that do not belong to me. They are foreign and unfamiliar, and occur in another decade. I wish I could explain it, but there is nothing to explain. This body is not mine, and to it I own no claim.

» Posted By Maddie On 01.05.2015 @ 9:15 pm


She was my tía, my aunt. When I was little and we used to go down and sit in the shop with her and she would tell us stories of her youth. Only some days… some days we would go in and ask her to tell us a story and she would smile her sad smile and say, Not today Muñequitas. Not today.

» Posted By Maddie On 09.18.2014 @ 7:18 pm


it when you start to realise how shit the world really is and everyone is going through stuff but they don’t know it only gets worse and maybe we shouldn’t tell them cause then shit would really go down

» Posted By Maddie On 03.30.2014 @ 2:57 pm


i stood there engulfed with a warm fuzzy feeling of contempt, i don’t know why but this place provides me with everything that was missing. I had a motherland but know I form stronger connections by throwing myself in complex situations. something only few will understand. It is quite conflicting but if I realise how lonesome this world is, then I realise what is really important for an individual.

» Posted By Maddie On 03.30.2014 @ 5:05 am


chopping down the tree like an old lady. Prune? pruned same diff who even cares. she needed some taken off the edges. she was a fat old thing. never liked to be wrong. never reall liked anything to be honest. the word was something that wasnt violent but still didnt sound very nice, much like the old lady.

» Posted By Maddie On 02.22.2014 @ 12:13 am


As I clasped my phone in my hands, waiting breathlessly for a text that may never come, I wondered why I kept doing this to myself. I kept deluding myself into thinking people cared. But they didn’t, and I just end up with self doubt and a broken heart.

» Posted By maddie On 01.29.2014 @ 6:37 pm


My time with him had been doubled. We spent our time together, rarely apart. We laughed together, cried together, existed together. I felt so alone whenever I realized that we would soon be separated. But our time had already been doubled. It was hard when he was finally gone.

» Posted By Maddie On 01.27.2014 @ 7:47 pm


It took them twenty years to apprehend me. I had been hiding in the mountains of Switzerland, freezing, but safe. No one knew the real reason I ran, not even me. I guess it was to get away. Because once you’re in, you’re in for life. There’s no escaping. I thought I was safe, but now I’ve been caught. I am caught.

» Posted By Maddie On 01.26.2014 @ 12:19 pm


my arm is on fire. help.

» Posted By maddie On 01.17.2014 @ 10:43 pm


He shuddered remembering the time he’d spent in the trenches. The war brought back painful memories for him. The few times that he did allow himself to remember it he heard the shells flying overhead, and the constant explosions. He heard the screams and the shouts and feel the air that smelled of burning skin. It was the sounds and smells of men dying.

» Posted By Maddie On 01.02.2014 @ 1:06 pm


The child scurried to his place in his bedroom closet, like he always did when they started this way. He listened to the loud voices as they carried down the hall. He knew that he shouldn’t feel guilty, that this couldn’t have anything to do with him. But when his mother had sat him down at the table that morning, and told him to make a decision. Told him to choose between the two most important people in his life. He just couldn’t do it. How could anyone make choice like that. It wasn’t his fault that they were always fighting. He was just caught in the crossfire. And now he was expected to enter the fray, to become exactly what he had always feared. The reason for the madness.

» Posted By maddie On 12.29.2013 @ 5:54 pm

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