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Two people looking in one another’s eyes. No two things looked so alike as their bright, shining eyes.
» Posted By Molly On 03.09.2019 @ 6:58 pm
what is wrong with the social construction humans are forced to abide to?
» Posted By Molly On 11.01.2018 @ 5:33 am
As she passes the streets and rounds the corners she can only think to herself, what a circus this has become.
» Posted By Molly On 10.01.2018 @ 5:07 am
I can’t log in. I haven’t got an activation link in my email. Bummer! Not in my junk mail either. I’ve problem solved have the night :P lol
» Posted By molly On 05.15.2018 @ 2:32 am
When he looked at his twin this time, he was unnerved. It was the same face, the same hair, the same features….. but something was off. The smile was just a little wonky and forced, the eyes had a slightly manic glint to them, and then, there was that… smell.
» Posted By Molly On 01.20.2018 @ 6:32 am
a history i don’t like to study
too old, so old the details are muddy
more than 200 years ago
it leaves me befuddled
» Posted By molly On 07.16.2017 @ 12:39 pm
same name, try me
i want to be better than you
but i can’t stop crying
do you want to beat me, too?
my mind plays tricks
maybe i’m already better than you
» Posted By molly On 06.20.2017 @ 11:24 am
you say jump
i say how high
you say run
i say how far
but when you say
don’t touch my
going to touch
your garlic bread
» Posted By molly On 04.05.2017 @ 3:28 pm
Buddha Bodai, my Papa’s favorite restaurant. It’s a funny combination, a round Soviet man with a little soft spot for Chinese food. Vegan, of course. And it fits right in that soft spot nestled deep in his heart, in one of the chambers that feels never-ending, like it could contain all of the soy protein in the world.
» Posted By Molly On 03.09.2017 @ 6:18 pm
Buddha Bodai, right in the center of China town. It feels warm– not just in temperature, but in that diner-y feeling you get when you want to mix all of your food together on the plate and the waitress is judging you. In the best way. And then she refills your cup of coffee.
But here? It’s green tea, settled into its little porcelain cup. Nestled into the table, resting in your palm, the warmth expanding not in temperature, but in the way your soul fills the comfy space.
» Posted By Molly On 03.09.2017 @ 6:15 pm
I like to look at things with a perspective. Life is perspective. What are you?
» Posted By Molly On 09.23.2016 @ 2:27 am
a free bag, a cheap bag
put just one more in your mouth
you think you’ll be full when you reach the end
the calorie is as empty as your heart
stop eating just because your mind is tearing you apart
that’s the problem
put down the chips, that’s a pretty good place to start.
» Posted By molly On 08.21.2016 @ 12:47 pm
My parents have a red van. Its pretty old. That’s why they want my old car, which I wouldn’t mind them buying in exchange for them paying $2000 worth of my rent since the Blazer hasn’t sold yet anyways. However, I really feel like they should just pay for my rent anyways. I get why my mom is pissed about me not coming home more and she thinks I work too much. I hope that once she looks at my budget she sees that I really need to work as much as I do to live, or I need more financial assistance from family.
» Posted By Molly On 08.17.2016 @ 7:19 pm
the heat runs deeper than the surface
i can feel it in my organs
exuding something from my being
a drop of sweat forms on my brow
i’m one step closer to purging myself
maybe he’ll want me now.
» Posted By molly On 07.01.2016 @ 11:56 am
doomed to a life in the home
restrained and contained with no way to roam
the lands so rich in culture and life
so yes, please
why don’t you marry me and make me your wife.
» Posted By molly On 05.09.2016 @ 9:39 am
it’s sticky and it reeks of childhood
is that why i’m afraid of it?
maybe it’s sweet and i can pour it on my adult pancakes
there’s someone named honey in my life
she’s showing me that syrup can be okay.
» Posted By molly On 05.04.2016 @ 3:59 pm
in the whirlwind of time i never expected to end up here, with you, like this, and to feel this way.
i’m so glad we did, that i’m with you every day, and that you make all the bad thoughts go away.
and the calm is all i could ask for.
» Posted By molly On 04.06.2016 @ 11:32 am
one word is all it takes for the foundation to crumble
an attitude, maybe, when you’re no longer humble
respect each other and remember to trust a little too much
» Posted By molly On 03.30.2016 @ 10:08 am
i’m done doing things for others
it’s time to live my life for me
i will serve all you mothers
and finally feel like i am free
» Posted By molly On 03.29.2016 @ 7:36 am
interests, desires, inspiration
cannot be renewed without determination
relocation, immigration, exploration
change is life born new
you knew, you grew, now you have to just do.
» Posted By molly On 03.27.2016 @ 11:36 am
For the duration of her visit, Melody felt as though the strangers were all pressing in on her through the windows. Of course this was silly, as the strangers were nothing but pine trees wrapped in the comforting numbness that the snow provides each winter in Canada. How else would she be able to open up to her parents if not through the needles of immobile strangers?
» Posted By Molly On 12.22.2015 @ 5:32 pm
impending, my heart pounds faster
there but few useful hours left.
less and less as the year moves forward
that’s just less time for these goals i work toward.
» Posted By molly On 12.03.2015 @ 10:41 am
I thought it would be, that windy summerday six months ago. But as the days passed by I realized… nothing will be welcoming, not as long as I keep believing that every single person is you.
» Posted By Molly On 12.01.2015 @ 10:04 am
jk new word
» Posted By molly On 11.29.2015 @ 4:15 pm
Restlessness. As the day turns night I look out the window into the world that is all and yet nothing. The emptiness wanders, clings on to the skin. It wont let go. As the night darkens, so does the thoughts. But there is no black and white, just grayscales.
I think of you still, but it doesn’t hurt. I wish I could see you though, one more time. Because in the mass of memories that was us, you and me. Completely different, but yet so similar, there were life. I was real. And so were you. And what about now? Is it nothing, nothing at all? I wonder. Do you still think of me? Do you remember the first time, and the last time? All inbetween. There was something real, even if it wasn’t completely honest, it was real. I mourn about these kinds of things from time to time. Things that were, how they could have still been. But as the clock turn to a new hour I realize that I’ve let go, really. I just like to wonder….
» Posted By Molly On 11.22.2015 @ 3:30 pm
nonsense, flattery. fleeting days. As the moon dances across the pitchblack sky, she looks back at old days and passed friendships. what have I become? She thinks for herself as she watches the cars pass by outside her window. I wonder what it would have been like, if it never happened? I guess I’ll never know. Excluded, what an understatement…
» Posted By Molly On 11.22.2015 @ 3:18 pm
i’ll get to eventually
i say every day
one day i might
as hard as i try
but then afternoon becomes night
that’s just another thing i haven’t done
maybe one day, yeah that’s right.
» Posted By molly On 11.09.2015 @ 1:45 am
i’ll tell you it matters what you’ve been through
i’ve done it too
while you’ll be you
the inconsistencies scare me
that you’re never telling the truth.
» Posted By molly On 10.22.2015 @ 3:17 pm
i’m always center stage
i always want to be center stage
who are they to me
who am i to myself
what kind of “fans” do i want to have.
» Posted By molly On 10.13.2015 @ 9:58 am
Back To Stats Page
i’ll do whatever is worth my time
after for so long time was but a waste
i made no time to wait
it was a life full of hate
so now i do what’s good for me
and i will
until my life is great.
» Posted By molly On 10.02.2015 @ 2:18 pm