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Laying scattered such as the ideas that are lost on ears that prefer not to listen. The bottles became a metaphor for the moment. Everything was a picture in her head. She filtered through sepia and dramatic black and white on a second by second basis

» Posted By masked habit On 08.29.2013 @ 11:56 am


I can appreciate a moment of solidarity if it is filed with the aroma of coffee and pages waiting to be discovered. Curled up in my favorite corner of the room I will disappear into a better world. Introverts are the secret keepers of solidarity joy.

» Posted By masked habit On 08.19.2013 @ 6:23 pm


Take these minute scenes of my life and stick them behind the lens of a camera. Tell me what do you see? Do you see the moments of clarity in my eyes? Can you stop to see the sink running at work and know you could paint that scene with the soul eyes can’t see… I can see the heart in the places I’ve been. They emanate from those everyday chores.

» Posted By masked habit On 08.25.2013 @ 12:10 pm


Chivalry is sexist to me but I don’t care today because my mind is overshadowed by Ana and the crushing pressure I feel to lose weight. I’ve never been one for chivalry or relationships. Today I’m overpowered by being terrified of gaining any weight. I’m not even close to emaciated so it’s not like that. I’m 154lbs 5’3″ and curvy and I hate my existence. If I could be bones things would be better.

» Posted By masked habit On 08.14.2013 @ 3:19 pm


Those that are born of a woman and brought into the life of privilege from my eyes. I see those of them that choose lives of ridicule for equality’s sake or for passion.

» Posted By masked habit On 08.10.2013 @ 8:11 am


I’m against the wall; beginning to blend into the lies that coat these truths slipping out of my mouth faster than I can control. If I keep them coming then I won’t have to see the crumpling of reality.

» Posted By masked habit On 07.26.2013 @ 10:52 pm


To be at the highest of heights. Everyone deserves to reach the top, right? Wrong, in my opinion, that is thinking too highly of the masses. I suppose it doesn’t always make sense to think realistically though does it?

» Posted By masked habit On 06.23.2013 @ 9:49 pm


She adorned a funny look in her eyes. Head tilted to the side her soul begged to hear the right question. The words that would unlock her permanent spot within the wallpaper. She begged the background to release it’s firm hold.

» Posted By masked habit On 06.20.2013 @ 11:07 pm


I have falsified my life
Fabricated the identity I claim
Showcasing everything that isn’t me to protect what is.
I don’t know what I’m hiding.
I only know it’s hidden and stuffed far enough away that I can’t find it now.
It aches at the core of who I am.
Pulling and depressing a spirit meant only to fly with the best.
I deny my own success because I willingly fabricate my life.

» Posted By masked habit On 04.02.2013 @ 9:29 am


I will not allow quotes of how I mucked through these times to be supplied for the masses in an effort to get them through a tough “Monday” morning. My adventures will mean more than that. They will mean the lack of exploitation and by doing so they will remain sacred. I am the director

» Posted By masked habit On 03.12.2013 @ 4:17 pm


smaller and smaller the cares grow as my mind indulges itself in my studies. Physicality and my body wither away in importance as my imagination takes over. I feel such as a walking brain awaiting the opportunity to show the insides of a person to the outside world.

» Posted By masked habit On 03.10.2013 @ 6:29 pm


With each question and curiosity I bleed onto the person next to me. Have you ever wondered? don’t you see how fascinating the world can be? The questions that wrack my brain as I sit stuck in a fluorescent light bulb are far off from the world of humanities. I look at the overgrown and unkempt beard as I’m told that my thoughts are ludicrous. How could I be farther from the truth. My curiosity is bleeding while I’m thirsting for knowledge. He sees me as a fountain of youth that’s spitting back at him. I cling dearly to truth in a mirror that is unbent by the cruelty of years.

» Posted By masked habit On 02.26.2013 @ 4:55 pm


A husband is something I see myself having in a different life. For some reason I don’t see it as possible in this life. That could be because I’m in college and everyone tries to find the one at this age and I haven’t even found a boyfriend. No biggie though. Marriage is scary

» Posted By masked habit On 02.05.2013 @ 9:33 am


Right at this very moment I am watching a boat that is caught up in flames and those aboard jump ship while the flames lick the edges of their garments.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.26.2012 @ 2:55 pm


There is fire in the eyes of those that have passion or love for a certain area and to see that passion in their eyes is to look upon something beautiful and fragile when you see it make sure your heart can tease it with love and capture it in a bottle that warms your idea of humanity.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.25.2012 @ 4:35 pm


It’s a killing trying to satiate my desire for quiet and peaceful moments when there’s the equal competition to be sociable and have others around me.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.19.2012 @ 2:22 pm


I am due to service my life in some way soon. I am due to find the man that I am to love for all eternity. I am due to create a long lasting relationship with my family that any hallmark commercial could capture. I am due to complete my dreams and love my life. I am due to be myself as well though. I am due for mistakes along the way that will leave scratches. I am due for those scratches and bumps along the way to make me into the person I’m supposed to be. I design these due dates though and I control what each goal means. I design the conditions and I control my perception.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.16.2012 @ 7:29 pm


I live in this day of the dead as reminders consume the collapsing air around your memory. The positive mask has crumpled on this one day of the year. You changed my every outlook on life and molded me into the lover of words that I have become today…I thank you for that much but that doesn’t wish away the sting of your absence.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.14.2012 @ 8:21 pm


There is a lot to think about in the short moments where patience is enforced. My mind regularly becomes exhausted of small talk and giggle fits with friends. I find it drifting off into many different lands involving real life Salvador Dali paintings and the twisting of words my mind does. I love my mind, it allows me to imagine physically holding each word and turning it around as you would a cube to examine it’s every possibility. I couldn’t do this without the patience I’ve earned in each passing year.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.13.2012 @ 10:33 pm


Available. I am available as an ear. I listen and search desperately to find understanding in the things you tell me. I am available as a soul mate, to feel that pull of desire for and from another person. I am available as a scribe, to find the words that connect that stretch of feeling and explanation. I am available as a mystery, to show there is more to every day that makes you think there is nothing more to life. I am available as a reminder. To help you recall the passion for life that is in everything.

» Posted By masked habit On 12.11.2012 @ 10:58 pm


The beginning to the greatest moments is to rise.
Getting up out of the comforts of your life.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.30.2012 @ 7:11 am


Contemplation and deliberation of each and every individual word that is placed on the world…thought. Well, that’s how I see it anyway.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.17.2012 @ 9:24 pm


The delicacy of life. The one thing that can calm me down almost instantly is being surrounded in a gallery by the beauty one can make with their hands and their creativity.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.13.2012 @ 4:04 pm


I’d like to draw out the scenes in my head. Would it be easier to draw out pain and other feelings than it is to write them out. My paintbrush will have to be my pen and my paints will be a dictionary of possibilities.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.11.2012 @ 2:41 pm


The highest form of learning and something I have always appreciated. There is a pedestal I tend to put my professors onto, I wonder how do I build the stepladder up to that pedestal for myself one day. I want to know so much and I love the idea of devoting my life to inspiring others to feel something similar.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.06.2012 @ 2:36 pm


Sometimes I don’t want to live on this ground. I want to float around weightless with a clear mind. That’s what it feels like when my system is stuffed with lemon water. When nothing but water and diet coke get past these lips. Those days I don’t have to be like anyone else and I don’t have to make those comparisons because I can be all on my own and love it.

» Posted By masked habit On 11.05.2012 @ 4:54 pm


It plays out such as a movie in my head. The mass of video coverage in every day life has bogged things down to mean absolutely nothing. The individualism that I as well as everyone else craves is cackling at me now. All I want in life is to be a poet and it lands me with the greatest depression that it is not possible to do so. I love words. I love the way the flow out from my soul and relieve all goings on.

» Posted By masked habit On 02.10.2013 @ 5:46 pm


the thing I enjoy most is getting to that highest of heights. Seeing a towering building and knowing that I can conquer everything. Buildings invoke a confidence in me that nothing else can. I get a high just looking at what I could conquer and knowing I can. My dreams seem a little big for such a small environment but it’s the idea that’s stronger anyway. There is a feeling about architecture that I get. The solid block of Wilson hall standing it’s ground for objectivity and housing the powerhouse of reporting. The grace instilled in the intricacies of Pogue library. Oh, I could write about Pogue for days. Every curve in the iron gates delicately inviting only those strong in themselves to enter the royal hush of the library. People feel hushed because the wise journals and leather bound story tellers have the floor.

» Posted By masked habit On 10.14.2012 @ 10:32 pm


There are that many reasons to die in my opinion. I couldn’t find a hundred reasons to stick around that are for me. All of the reasons to live are connected to the strings that others want to keep attached to me. They only want that because they don’t understand wanting to be dead in the way that I do. I never got over wanting to die and wanting to end everything. I was sent away and I had to talk about it for awhile and I was made to go to day programs. I feel unsuccessful because I failed at killing myself. At least if that had happened shouldn’t I be like everyone else and just be so excited to be alive and be around. No, it doesn’t work like that. Not for everyone at least. Some people walk around not as excited to be living but understanding that it’s not okay with everyone else for them to be dead.

» Posted By masked habit On 09.29.2012 @ 9:51 am


Ha ha this would be the word that would challenge the frenzy of my mind this afternoon. People that is what I have not been around for the majority of this weekend. What will I be like when I have my own place? Oh how the selfish thoughts are already rolling. People and social situations are what define my life and studies. It is all I have been focused on and the source of my intense passion. A passion for analytic thought and producing results from observation. If I can’t pace physically I can only settle for the pacing in my mind to trace the same paths only to wear away the original. Making my own groove I suppose I’m only fit to ramble on through this enjoyable panic.

» Posted By masked habit On 09.22.2012 @ 2:08 pm

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