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weakling

If you are not strong enough!
And you feel kind of sick.
You don’t want to move a lot. just to seat.
You don’t want to see anyone, to be alone and don’t do anything.
Just relax and don’t do nothing.

» Posted By Yael On 03.04.2013 @ 2:25 am

convict

CONVICT?I don’t know what to right about this but oh well. let’s try this out.hmm.I don’t like to be convicted.why?cause it may mean that I did something wrong right?okay.it’s about to end.okay I’m done.

» Posted By yael On 06.02.2012 @ 6:03 am

statement

How would he explain to her what had happened. It was all now crumbling and fast. All of it would become clear once she read the bank statement. It had all started again. And now he had lost it all. The gambling had never really been under control.

» Posted By Yael On 03.10.2011 @ 7:23 pm

swept

It was hard to believe your eyes. It was all blue and gray and everywhere you turned you saw pieces of someone’s life go by- a dresser, a tire, a door, and on top of it a dog. The big wave had come and swept us all away, everything was destroyed.

» Posted By Yael On 03.06.2011 @ 6:55 pm

keychain

It was a symbolic gesture. Wy the so much hesitation? Is not like I did not spend most of the time there already. I hardly went by my own apartment anymore. We were practically living together and yet he had not made the offer yet. No keys were shared or offered. I had been saving this special keychain for the ocassion but it sat unused hidden in my drawer waiting…

» Posted By Yael On 02.27.2011 @ 1:15 pm

tables

Remember the good old times when we used to have dinner in the living room siting on the floor watching the TV that stood on top of the crate? We have been through so much and yet those days, the ones when we had pennies to our name, not even enough to buy a plastic table and two chairs, those still remain the best of days.

» Posted By Yael On 02.25.2011 @ 7:46 pm

I was never good at math. The teacher frightened me and I would always get butterflies in my stomach. Frankly, I do not what I would have done if it not were for Tommy.

» Posted By Yael On 02.25.2011 @ 7:29 pm

mango

My best memories are from my childhood in Venezuela. We lived in a small apartment with a backyard that was the home to a big mango tree. On the years that it bloomed it was a feast of mango treats every afternoon.

» Posted By Yael On 02.22.2011 @ 6:38 pm

sage

Is it the smell that brings me back to you? I often wander, but every time I cook with it I can stop thinking of the last time I saw you.

» Posted By Yael On 02.20.2011 @ 12:57 pm

chocolate

Bate bate chocolate, mix the chocolate chocolate-this is my kids favorite song and it brings such pleasant memories

» Posted By Yael On 02.15.2011 @ 7:55 pm

needle

I just keeping thinking what a pain you have become. Constantly needling me, non stop

» Posted By Yael On 02.11.2011 @ 5:51 pm

revolt

It was happening all at once, like a wave that you could not still, did not want to stop. It was everywhere, people moving in a big mass indistinguishable from one another, at once screaming and yelling, at once silent for the noise was so loud that it almost cancelled itself. The energy pushed me forward and I could not help but being part of the mob. It was the start of the revolt.

» Posted By Yael On 02.10.2011 @ 8:14 pm

fragrance

I smell the delicious fragrance of my Childs breath as he excitedly tells me he just ate seven Bambas!

» Posted By Yael On 02.08.2011 @ 6:50 pm

endless

endless means not having an end to something. it is not like life, that doed end, it is timeless. it always exists and you can’t messure its lengh. like numbers.

» Posted By yael On 01.22.2011 @ 7:03 am

velvet

The velvet sofa was soft to lie on. I took a nap on it many times. In some way, it felt like a part of my life was missing, now that it was gone. Where would I relax?

» Posted By Yael On 06.26.2010 @ 7:43 am

trap

Newspaper skin and hollowed eyes, lips curled back to nothingness, face a skeleton. There was nothing of me left in that hole, just bones and lead and century old air. I left it with no remorse, cut all mortal ties and fell out to the side with last rattling breath..

» Posted By Yael On 04.25.2010 @ 2:38 pm

dispute

la dispute. name of a song from amelie, or some other played out french movie. played in her head over and over as she thought about the betrayal, the ignored instructions, the dollars down the drain for nothing, apparently. it was over.

» Posted By yael On 07.18.2009 @ 12:28 pm

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