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You shouldnt bully people
bullys are mean

» Posted By martha On 12.30.2015 @ 12:46 pm


the city is outsourced in many ways. people are dying of hunger and disease without the access of fresh food, water or relevant medicine. they’re all looking up to me to sort it out but how do i do that? i was just some high school kid trying to pass the semester.

» Posted By martha On 12.04.2014 @ 1:06 pm


we lived on tower court and the only thing towering about that place were the trees. The tree at the end of our street was full of turkey vultures — seemed a bad omen to me. Always circling overhead waiting. I don’t know if they ever caught anything or if they were waiting for something bigger, like us to eat later.

» Posted By Martha On 06.22.2014 @ 4:31 am


Spanish moss hangs from the trees like disappointment. The air around her is thick, filling her lungs and slowing her walk to a shuffle.

» Posted By Martha On 05.28.2014 @ 6:03 am


Once upon time there was a freezer named Mack. She was a popular freezer in Iceland!

» Posted By Martha On 01.08.2014 @ 11:05 am


A glass house with shelves of tea cups; walkway lined with polished stones. A dog collar with studs and a blue leash hanging in the entryway. The wind bites worse than the insects at camp in the muggy summers, missed now that it has turned to autumn.

» Posted By Martha On 10.22.2013 @ 11:29 am


Stories when I was younger were better. Now I’m a bit more informed about the world and I can see through these stories. Time for books.

» Posted By Martha On 05.07.2013 @ 7:09 am


The colour reverberates. It draws you in, almost magnetic. You can’t pull away. It’s addictive, but nothing like a drug. It’s dark but vibrant. Magnetic magenta

» Posted By Martha On 04.21.2013 @ 4:21 pm


World War 1 or 2, too stupid to know which one. Used to hide from the enemy. A lot of soldiers died in there. Dangerous. Small. Claustrophobic? I suppose I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t really born in the 1930’s. :/ sorry?

» Posted By Martha On 04.09.2013 @ 10:21 am


It was overtly obvious that something was amiss in my household. The lights were dark, and it was unusually calm outside.

» Posted By Martha On 03.15.2013 @ 7:51 pm


From darkness. Prodigal son.

» Posted By Martha On 03.07.2013 @ 9:03 pm


Everything about this 48-year-old body is worn out. My head tips over like an ocean liner that’s run aground. I can’t seem to muster the energy to lift even my cup of steaming hot, black coffee. Exhaustion courses through every inch of my weary 5″9″ frame. Teaching school. Grading papers. Worrying about bills. Taxing kids all over creation, Attending night and weekend school. Cooking meals. Doing laundry. Where do I squeeze I decent night’s sleep into my over-scheduled existence. I need a soft pillow and an eight-hour stretch of solitude to regain the energy that’s been seeping out of my body. A leaky fuel tank–that’s me.

» Posted By Martha On 02.18.2013 @ 5:28 am


i want to destroy the world. I want to destroy myself. I will destroy everything once I destroy myself. Destruction is such a pretty little thing. You can see cities fall, you can see yourself coming undone. Isn’t it beautiful? Every little cut on your wrist releases bloody red butterflies.

» Posted By martha On 01.19.2013 @ 11:26 am


I stood there waiting, in such a panic. I thought I could feel a sweat drop, crawling down from my frow. But nothing. A built man in a grey pin stripped suit came out.

He saw right through me, measured me …up….down. God was my fly undone?

» Posted By Martha On 11.15.2012 @ 12:25 am


A world beyond our means. We can strive for high ideals, but always there will be greater and lesser than ourselves.

A form of human expression, deeper than emotion could ever take you

» Posted By Martha On 11.14.2012 @ 5:34 am




Canvas in your mind.

Desert. Sand. Clear orange. Mirrage. 40 degree heat.

Walking through the Sahara, trying to find refuge, only to find the only escape is in the mind. If you become aware of your surroundings, you may not survive. You draw on your imagination. Painting pictures, memories of the past. You latch on to memory for life.

» Posted By Martha On 11.12.2012 @ 3:23 am


They didn’t like themselves. They thought of themselves as poorly uniformed, poorly trained, poorly led. They didn’t expect a victory. They didn’t expect power or control. They wanted…what did they want?

» Posted By Martha On 11.08.2012 @ 4:52 pm


Before I knew you I was the same. Before I knew him, I was someone else. He broke something inside me, I can never be right again.
Before I was something, now I don’t know what I am,

» Posted By Martha On 09.24.2012 @ 9:04 pm


I am afraid of not knowing what I want. I am afraid of you and what you can do to me, what you did to me in the past, what you still do to me every time I think of you. I am afraid of loving you more than I’m aware of.
I am afraid of you. I am sorry that’s true.

» Posted By Martha On 09.23.2012 @ 8:42 pm


there was an assault some months ago, it was to me and myr fiends, it wasn’t okay, it’s still kind of scary remount to that memory, i hate them, those guys, with their face covered, i just do, don’t know for how long i will.

» Posted By Martha On 08.08.2012 @ 1:48 am


The ship crew was incredible the took care of the emergency wisely and raplidly in saving all passangers. They were perfectly trained for this kind of situatuions. The must be praised with honors at the company.

» Posted By Martha On 07.15.2012 @ 7:13 pm


I have a suggestion for you, why don’t you make this thing stop “jumping.” It’s very annoying. It’s very distracting. Plus I’m also not sure that anything will happen when 60 seconds is up. So maybe you have a suggestion for me too. Like I should not be so negative. I would do that if you will make the screen stop jumping. We could exchange suggestions. It would be “even Stephen.” What do you think? I definitely think that 60 seconds is up and nothing has happened.

» Posted By martha On 07.10.2012 @ 11:17 am


The only science class I was good at was Chemistry because it was the easier (and therefore stupider) chem class and our teacher made use watch sports videos a lot. The end.

» Posted By Martha On 07.05.2012 @ 5:19 pm


to grasp hold of, i think of it as a proactive measure to grab onto every bit of knowledge, love, and help for mankind to make my life better as well as the lives of others….

» Posted By Martha On 07.03.2012 @ 5:55 am


the framework of our lives. what comes from trying to put something into perspective. how we view ourselves. how we view others. why do we need to keep things in frames? the photos of our children and our grandchildren. And our parents. Our work in one picture. Our lives framed.

» Posted By Martha On 06.17.2012 @ 1:20 pm


butterflies are the embodiment of transformation…they start out as a pupa and become something beautiful…that is the essence of life we all evolve into a higher level of existence.

» Posted By Martha On 05.27.2012 @ 9:49 pm


those tiny arms that reach for me, that smile that says “I love you,” that content look when I hold you in my lap. So innocent, so exquisite., so beautiful

» Posted By Martha On 03.24.2012 @ 8:28 pm


residue residure residue, i dont know what to write about, i guess just me reisdue feeling on a lot of my choices i have made in my life and how i regret a lot. but maybe acouple years down the line i might not re

» Posted By Martha On 03.23.2012 @ 10:44 pm


shape, knitting, over and over and over again, repeat, alvin, different pattern different relationship, new love, no pattern, happiness, food, similar, cut, cancer, disease, overwhelmed, pie, shaz, dance, kisses, found you, happiness, gifts, forgot the question and the point of this, what is a pattern, cant think, cant remember the definition, its just repetition of a sequence over and over form a specific… something… no words confused darn

» Posted By martha On 03.15.2012 @ 6:37 pm


I was dismissed from love all throughout my life. Dismissed from my father, when he left me and my mother for someone else. Dismissed from my mother, when I told her I would follow my heart. And dismissed from you, for trying to follow it. Forever will I remain dismissed.

» Posted By Martha On 03.10.2012 @ 4:39 am

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