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I have a deep and intense longing for something that always seems to be just out of reach. A place, a feeling, a yearning for something beyond what I can comprehend. I feel lonely, and I long to be connected once again.

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.03.2017 @ 12:49 pm


I feel that people are often tricked. Not by politicians, or magicians, but by themselves. We create stories in our minds that we believe and thus alter our own reality. It’s not the world that’s tricking us, it’s ourselves.

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.01.2017 @ 3:53 pm


1-2-3. 1-2-3. 1-2-3. He danced around his partner, never venturing more than a few feet away from her. With a polite smile and a light blush dusting her pale cheeks, she swished the maroon fabric of her skirt. The candles lighting the ballroom shed light on the cloth, changing the hues ever so slightly with each flick of her wrist. A steady musical piece filled the air, a dinner consisting of lush greens and exotic meats sat warmly in their stomachs, and the wine was taking its infamous effect of those who consumed it.

» Posted By Rosemary On 05.15.2015 @ 2:53 pm


The ice cream drooped over despite the girl’s efforts to keep the spiral upright; hot rays of the summer sun just didn’t allow it.

» Posted By Rosemary On 05.14.2015 @ 5:34 pm


Carlos claims he is not a hero; instead, he’s always saying he is a scientist.

Well, why can’t he be both? Carlos – perfectly imperfect Carlos – is my hero.

» Posted By Rosemary On 03.03.2015 @ 8:33 am


The drum player looked up to face a crowd of flashing lights, hands in the air, and screams. The auditorium was filled with fans and with that thought he smiled.

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.25.2015 @ 3:26 am


“Hurry up!” The teen girl pounded on the bathroom door. “I gotta get in there and brush my teeth!”

The white-painted door creaked open and the head of a small boy popped out. A superhero toothbrush dangled from his mouth and toothpaste dripped down his chin. “Wait your turn,” said the boy before slamming the door shut and locking it.

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.20.2015 @ 3:41 pm


It is not just monetary value.
It is not just a representation of your social status.
It is not just a thing you can measure to rate your personal happiness.

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.13.2015 @ 3:59 pm


Isn’t it weird how you always sense that a person is bad news just by being near them? That somehow their “badness” has infected the air around them?

» Posted By Rosemary On 02.06.2015 @ 3:44 am



There isn’t much to say about the individual parts as there is to say about the whole. It is because of stitches that we become greater than, more. Needle and thread do we go. And, come out

» Posted By Rosemary On 10.14.2014 @ 12:27 pm


He had the upper hand. She was backed against the wall and his knife was pressed hard against her throat.Would he kill her, would she let him, would she care? What did she have to live for anymore? Who would miss her? He asked again “do you have the money” again she gave no reply but only stared daringly into his greedy eyes. with that he slashed her throat sending blood in all directions, a soft yell more like a squeak escaped from her lips before she fell to the ground, not yet dead but quilkly getting there. He smiled a cruel devilish smile then turned and walked out of the room.

» Posted By Rosemary On 04.22.2014 @ 7:21 pm


I told my best friend I’d crawl up the highest mountain on my hands and knees to pluck the sun from the skies and give it to her. I’d bloody my legs and burn my hands for her because sometimes when I looked at her I’d just smile. When she made me laugh sometimes I worried there wasn’t enough room in my heart for all the love I had for her. When I was with her she made me feel like the sun even though I always feel like the moon.

» Posted By rosemary On 06.02.2013 @ 10:25 am


most people have faces of stone. someone once told me that mine was like a neon sign, flashing for the world to see. I try to be mysterious, but my mask is cheap and from the corner store. i’m more than see through.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.29.2013 @ 5:54 pm


words run out of my mouth faster than I can close it. they slip out, and slide off my tongue without hesitation. it takes me a century to realize what happened and by the time I do those words have already ran off to somewhere I can’t see.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.26.2013 @ 6:48 am


they say if you write your feelings on a balloon and let it go you’ll feel better. I doubt it. why would you let your emotions go like that? let their venom float higher and higher, past the clouds and into the sun. only to explode for everyone to see?

» Posted By rosemary On 05.25.2013 @ 5:28 am


ive been an all or nothing kind of girl so when you cam into my life it was a surprise even to you. I told you I wanted to be it all or nothing at all, you said ok. some how we’ve both ended up stumbling around in the dark. someone needs to turn on the lights.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.23.2013 @ 4:33 pm


the vocal cords in her throat were bloody and torn. even on her death bed she held that baby tight, brushing his soft black curls. he was like a fuzzy little peach. her lips were too cracked, and her mouth to dry to open. she tried anyways.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.19.2013 @ 6:10 pm


when you packed up that box and put it in the back of my pickup truck I knew. I would never get to hear your beautiful singing, and watch your dancing when you did the dishes. I would never get to see the confused look you’d get when i’d say your name and pull you out of your dream world. I would never get hear those stupid noises you made when you got tired, or your puppy yawn, or your high pitched sneeze.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.18.2013 @ 7:34 pm


I like to put my fingertips on your wrists so I can feel your pulse. it’s what reminds me you’re human not an angel. sometimes you make me stop breathing, I wish you felt the same way about me.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.17.2013 @ 3:24 pm


the cold concrete was covered in a glossy coat of rain, the street lights reflecting off the ground, illuminating your from every angle. it’s impossible to deny your beauty. I want to let my lips brush those cheek bones of yours, take in the strawberry scent that comes off your hair.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.16.2013 @ 1:31 pm


The monotonous afternoons were always brightened by her. Her not so steady hands would brush your hair out of your eyes. Sometimes she’d wrap you up in a warm embrace and it was as if the world melted away. She spent all the magical summer evenings on the porch crotcheting blankets no one would ever need.

» Posted By Rosemary On 05.15.2013 @ 10:20 pm


your slimy lizard tongue finds its way into my ears. you’re all scales and feathers. sometimes I file down those nasty yellow claws of yours, normally I don’t and they leave scratches down my sides. I wonder how you mother would feel if she saw all those scabs on your arms? all you ever talk about is tying off.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.13.2013 @ 6:16 pm


I always thought it was strange how your eyes matched your hair but I loved it anyways, almost as much as the spattering of freckles that made its home on the bridge of your nose. I remember how much you hated the term ‘ginger’ and I would always laugh and remind you that your brown eyes left you out of the running.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.12.2013 @ 6:06 pm


the thread spins fast on the wheel, she keeps spinning. It’s sharp and when she touches it small valleys are carved into her skin, she keeps spinning. It zooms and sparks in the light, she keeps spinning. its sparkles and cracks underneath her touch, she keeps spinning. her blood paints the dress golden.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.10.2013 @ 4:29 pm


you drunk up those bubbles quicker than I could protest. A blond hair rested on top the fizzy brown liquid, I don’t know if you saw it because you swallowed it anyways. the odor coming from your mouth was awful. alcohol dripped from your unkempt beard onto your t-shirt. you disgust me.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.07.2013 @ 5:30 pm


When I met you that summer your hair was bottle blond. I told you how much I loved your long ‘surfer girl’ tresses. Late I night I would comb through those golden rays with my fingers. You’d close your eyes, and smile like a child. Then one day I saw those dark brown roots.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.04.2013 @ 6:35 pm


You told me that because my nails were bitten and my hair was too short no one would ever love me. I remember that I spent all summer dipping my fingertips in lemon juice, and wrapping them in bandages. I remember how much money I spent on hair care products. I don’t think you ever noticed a thing. So when my hair grew out I cut it all off, and snapped each one of my fingernails off.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.04.2013 @ 4:09 am


you’re never alone but you’re always looking at me. sometimes I catch you, sometimes you catch me looking back. I want to talk to you and maybe you want to talk to me. mostly I just want to dissolve so I don’t have to talk to you. being around you is almost impossible.

» Posted By rosemary On 05.02.2013 @ 1:29 pm


it hit them in the side of the head, like a Wendy’s cup someone threw out of their car window. they never saw it coming and even if they had they wouldn’t of known what it was. the skid marks were clearly on display. of course that driver was drinking. only when they saw the scars and salty trails did they really know what happened.

» Posted By rosemary On 04.30.2013 @ 3:28 pm


half of me was a piece of shriveled meat. not useless, but a reminder. it doesnt move.

» Posted By rosemary On 09.29.2011 @ 10:14 pm

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