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painter

you’ve got a scruffy bit of overalls and some rodeo sneakers
take that silly scrunch off your face,
but whatever may help you carry on the strokes

» Posted By maia On 08.23.2016 @ 9:33 pm

shred

my soul was shredded apart.

» Posted By Maia On 11.20.2015 @ 3:06 am

My soul was shredded apart as he told me his news, I fell away, my heart sank falling out of my body.

» Posted By Maia On 11.20.2015 @ 2:50 am

clothes tearing
skateboarding
skin shredding as someone is ripped apart emotionally
death

» Posted By Maia On 11.20.2015 @ 2:48 am

slither

she slithers across the floor, who knew a snake could look so much like a person, a human, hair all around her knees falling falling down her back, slithering, except that what she’s doing too, towards you, away from you, she slides and glides and moves in one great big wave of motion an all-at-once kind of gliding which cannot be slowed down, contained, defined

» Posted By maia On 05.23.2015 @ 12:55 pm

scale

It weighted down as she stood over it. One Two. Three. her eyes closed quickly in a squint as it reached past 150lbs.

» Posted By Maia On 10.11.2013 @ 12:54 pm

amount

the amount of love he feels for him cannot be measured.

“hey,” he bounds up to him cheerfully, and promptly attaches himself to his side. he’s gotten so used to this. to having him take up half of his personal space. but he doesn’t mind he concludes as he watches him pull his arm to wound around his waist. “hug me, please?”

so he wraps his arms around him and chuckles as he feels his nose burrow into his chest.

the amount of feels he has for him cannot be fathomed.

» Posted By maia On 01.03.2013 @ 1:00 am

sure

he doesn’t think he deserves him.

it’s because he deserves so much more. he’s this wonderful creature that deserves to be loved above anything else, to be given the world because he’s that great a being and he only deserves the best and the biggest. if it is possible to give him all the universes in this existence, he will. because he is the incarnation of perfection, the way he smiles and the way his eyes sparkle a living proof of that. he’s an angel brought down from the heavens as a form of salvation for humankind. he’s a buoy that anchors him to existing.

but he kisses him all the same. holds him close as the laws of physics permits, and it’s enough to placate his doubting thoughts. the whispered words of love in his ear is enough. the surety in the tone of his voice that ‘i’ll never leave’ and ‘i love you forever and always’ are true and it will ring in the spring winds and the autumn breeze and the winder gales and the summer storms ’til forevermore.

» Posted By maia On 12.31.2012 @ 1:09 am

scatter

his feelings for him is scattered. very, very scattered. let’s say his heart is a room.

in the far left corner are his feelings of doubt. how maybe, he’s still not /the one/. how maybe, he’ll get tired of him and one day he’ll just want out and all of the times spent emotionally invested in him would’ve been for naught.

in the right side of the room along with the unruly bed are the feelings of passion and lust and heatheatheat and more fucking more. the all-consuming want to touch and feel and taste and be impossibly close. it’s a side that gets visited more often than what is supposed to, but it’s a side he wants just the same.

across it is the side of happiness and simplicity and contentment. all those times spent lying in each other’s arms and humming and watching the clouds roll by.

the last side is the anger and the annoyance. how they are so alike that they have nothing to fight for, and how they are so /different/ that they have everything to fight over. words are thrown and names are called but in the end, they throw each other on the bed and everything is right once more.

but the middle. smack in the middle is probably what makes the most sense. love. the undying, ardent love for him and him only. how nothing can ever make him stop loving him because it’s somehow already ingrained in his mind, altered into his own body and soul that he ///lives/// for him.

his room of emotions may be scattered, but he loves him all the same.

» Posted By maia On 12.21.2012 @ 10:51 pm

season

there are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. each season lasts three months. and every season he falls for him.

during spring he falls for his wonderment, how he’s always so cool and refreshing and /alive/, just like spring.

during summer where he’s just this endless ball of energy, fiery like the sun, and beautiful under the blazing blue sky and sparkling in the sweltering heat. he falls for him in between air conditioner-cold bedsheets, and ice-cream sweet kisses.

during autumn when every colour of spring and summer fade into shades of red and oranges and yellows. when he dyes his hair the colour of autumn, he falls for him all the more.

during winter when everything is devoid of colour and it’s all black and white, he’s the only thing above the white, an angel brought down unwilling by the heavens to save mankind. he has a smile that can save lives, stop fires, bring world peace, and make hearts skip beats. his hands are impossibly warm as they close around his wrists, but that’s all it takes. he falls then.

no matter what the season, he’ll always fall for him.

» Posted By maia On 12.21.2012 @ 10:46 am

sate

there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.

his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.

but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.

» Posted By maia On 12.20.2012 @ 1:33 am

there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.

his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.

but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.

» Posted By maia On 12.20.2012 @ 1:23 am

event

the event is happening today i can’t believe it my life is finally turning around for the better no longer will i be haunted by past mistakes but i will live with a new future in my mind. Conformity is now gone I am breaking free, haha, who would have ever thought it possible.

» Posted By Maia On 08.19.2012 @ 4:06 pm

configuration

There are so many elements that you think need to be configured… is this true? Everything is happening all around, and they seem to configure themselves. Do we need order in life? Is it chaos? Is chaos configured – is chaos order? Life is weird. That’s configured for sure.

» Posted By Maia On 06.28.2012 @ 11:05 am

scarce

Water.
Life.
Love.
Food.
Shelter.
Sympathy.
Money.

» Posted By Maia On 01.21.2012 @ 5:49 pm

tires

Spinning round and round, sometimes up, sometimes down
you try to get me along this road
But you can’t see what your doing.
you can’t handle the bumps and bruises.
you can’t handle my road

» Posted By Maia On 11.06.2011 @ 10:42 am

convinced

I wasn’t very convinced that she was a size four. She was more like a size six, but I didn’t want to tell her for fear of insulting her. However, I was the saleslady, and she came to me for help. I told her she was a size six. She said, “Oh! I never knew!”. I replied “There’s nothing wrong with being a size six, in fact I’m a size six too.” She grinned appreciatively and picked up the pants I held out for her.

» Posted By Maia On 09.23.2011 @ 6:45 pm

trophy

Coming up short. You see her, just ahead. Jealousy takes over and morphs into rage. you envied her. You wanted the pride she had, the praise she received. she wanted to win.

» Posted By Maia On 07.18.2011 @ 3:19 pm

cigarette

I have already written about cigarettes. I don’t wanna think about them, okay? They’ve hurt my family enough already. everything they do destroys us… that and alchol. but who cares, really?

» Posted By Maia On 07.16.2011 @ 3:32 pm

I take a look at my mother sitting in her rocking chair, she didn’t have much time and she new it. She took out one last cigarette and said “Baby, this isn’t how I wanted to go” I started sobbing, but she remained collected.

» Posted By Maia On 07.16.2011 @ 3:25 pm

remember

raaawrr

» Posted By maia On 05.31.2011 @ 2:32 am

remember me remember us and all the memories.Remember your food,your feelings and what you believe.never forget about us.remember this game.remember all the beautiful moments in life.remember life as it is and never forget all the beauty it carries.remember yourself.

» Posted By maia On 05.31.2011 @ 1:44 am

glowing

when i think about glowing i think about your smile and i don’t know who you are but i can just picture, it your beautiful glowing smile when something good has happened and your eyes how they crinkle and i know it sounds stupid but really it’s true, i mean these cliches must happen for a reason. glowing reminds me of a summer day when the clouds are gone and it’s just me and some watermelon and harry potter sitting in the sun and it’s beautiful.

» Posted By maia On 05.12.2011 @ 6:01 pm

luxurious

Luxury is a fine thing. It gives you many pleasures, but what is luxury, really? Is it anything that makes you feel good, or does it only apply to frugal, greedy things? Everybody wants to live in luxury, but does it really help you or is it just a method to make you feel better inside; to hide the pain inside of you?

Frank Sinatra’s song, “The Good Life”, speaks about luxury and how one must find what she really wants instead of relying on fine frippery. But is fine frippery really what luxury is, or does luxury apply instead to what one really wants?

» Posted By Maia On 04.16.2011 @ 12:05 pm

bookshelf

this shelf of adventures to be had, friends to make, philosophies to explore, just waiting for me to curl up beside it with a cup of tea and an open mind, but I am unable to, the hours of my day filled with meaningless busywork and menial tasks that, at the end of the day, will amount to nothing

» Posted By Maia On 04.11.2011 @ 11:55 pm

thirst

the human foot sweats an average of one cup a day, so I am losing two cups of fluids a day just through my feet. why am I not thirsty ALL THE TIME?!

» Posted By Maia On 04.10.2011 @ 6:30 pm

determined

Why am I so headstrong? It just all keeps coming back to you, and I am clueless as to why I am so determined. I have this ability to disregard the ocean between us, the fact that we met one month ago, and all I want to do is lie on the beach with you again, laughing at a day of misfortune.

» Posted By Maia On 04.07.2011 @ 10:01 pm

purpose

purpose. what is my purpose? I’m here at this wonderful place, and I wander all day, and halfway through the night. I wanted to come, I wanted to leave. Why am I complicating things that should be simple? Why

» Posted By Maia On 04.01.2011 @ 9:35 am

wondered

i wondered today about the trees and the birds and the sky except i didn’t really wonder about any of it i just walked right past it on my way to where i needed to go and nothing ever caused me to look around today usually i try to look up and take in my surroundings but today was business as usual and now it is dark and i have run out of time today and i forgot to look at the blue sky and the greening grass now devoid of snow and it’s gone now well it’s still there but dark.

» Posted By Maia On 03.09.2011 @ 4:54 pm

swept

Swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.
I tried to escape many times, but at this point I think I’ll just give up.
No one cares, no one sees, no one wants to help me out.
I’ve been swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.

» Posted By Maia On 03.06.2011 @ 12:33 pm

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