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By Viki on 04.03.2009
By fa on 04.03.2009
everyones is different, we are all so different. do you ever stop and wonder and think about how everyone in the entire world has a different story, people in their lives, tragedies, happiness, and we’re all just in this together trying to live and make it to the end. wherever that is.
By sara on 04.03.2009
There was one on the window before me. A singular fingerprint on a streak-free plane of glass. It was odd, it being there. My grandmother was never one to leave smudges on the windows even with five grandchildren running around the house.
By Cierra on 04.03.2009
Your love is like a fingerprint, not like a tattoo, imprinted in my heard and unchangeable. Unlike any other, you have made my life change for the better, and for that I am thankful. However, sadly, life cannot be the way we want at all times, and fingerprints..like yours, can become smudged. And so I say, goodbye.
By Jackory on 04.03.2009
He slammed his wrists against the wall as hard as he could; the rawness made sense in his mind. He had no fingerprints. How can you know who you are if your skin is blank? You are no one.
By Em on 04.03.2009
my name, my heart, love you. like a tatoo, forever mark.
By H on 04.03.2009
has time to write this words about tips of fingers that engage in touching and feeling. i love my scar on my thumb that not only is unique but makes my prints recognizable without aid of computer or other.
By ben on 04.03.2009
Fingerprints: Left on the mantle, the door, the bed, her heart. If she was gone. Why didn’t they go too?
By You on 04.03.2009
I lay down my hand
splat down my lineage
with black and white lines
revolving around each other
like ripples in water
like i was an ocean
a sea of confusion and doubt
these are my words
of which I spill on to this canvas
By Joshua Coen on 04.03.2009
i went into the room, searching for a print. any print. a finger, a toe, a follicle of hair. anything that could lead me to know for sure that HE killed her. that the heartless bastard that just left town after she was found dead killed her.
By Molly on 04.03.2009
you were there. i know.
prints left all around.
the morning after.
how can we forget.
By a.h on 04.03.2009
Individuality – how can one be selfless without being selfish? Did we at some point in time evolve apart? Is it our DNA sraching at the surface of our skin?
By Logan Weir on 04.03.2009
its your identity in a way
we have finger printing at school to tell who you are
wothout it you are no one
its just a fingerprint
By laura on 04.03.2009
there are only so many things about a person that are sacred, and unique. A fingerprint is not one of those things. many will disagree, and say that it belongs strictly to that person, but everyone’s is different. there is no connection between people if everyone is totally different. what about a person is unique?
By Jesse on 04.03.2009
tiny impressions on skin remind me
I one, only,
strange to have written into my core that the decree of individualism
when so many think I am one of many.
By Emily Rose on 04.03.2009
We all leave prints behind in our lives, be it in ours or others. Each memory engraved is like a fingerprint – unique. The memory of my girlfriend will forever be remembered, unaffected by time. I love you
By Calvin ling on 04.03.2009
My own signature. Something I leave behind on every work of art, if you want to call it that. Maybe the one thing in my life I know will always truly be mine. How can I take one word and make it all about me? Ah, life is explained.
By Steve H on 04.03.2009
Aftere a serious examination of the scene, he reaelizd that this was not the work of an amateur. There was a professional out there, and he would strike again. It was only matter of time. Detective Hagan, estimated he had two days until the next time a cat is kidnapped.
By bongart on 04.03.2009
i feel you all over me: your touch, your smell, your fingerprints.
By eehua on 04.03.2009
His fingerprints were all over the door – streaked and dripping, some of them showing each swirl and line so perfectly that they looked to have been intentionally left. Where had he gone? But more importantly – who or whaat had he injured or, God forbid, killed?
By Jen on 04.03.2009
The fingerprint of my life can be summed up in 6 words. I love it and never hate it. Ok thats 7 words but you get the picture. A fingerprint of a life is about as insignificant as a fingerprint on a window of the Sears Tower, but if somewhere were to investigate that impression, they would see magic.
By LaMarcus Gordon on 04.03.2009
You know there’s so much that can be summed up in the little things. Touches; smells; sounds. Memories hold the key to who we are. We’re lonely people. Sometimes that’s all we need. Touch. A connection. Another human being seems to heal so much.
The question is.. why?
By hans-l on 04.03.2009
I feel like you left a fingerprint marking me for life. Thanks.
By deb on 04.03.2009
A fingerprint is a completely unique form of identification inherent to every single human being on the planet. They can be removed, usually through manual muilation or chemical. There is one other mammal on the planet that also have them. They are so similar tha they can be confussed with those of human beings. They belong to the kola bear of Australia. A fingerprint is the name given to the contoured surfce of the undeside of the finger.
By michael bell on 04.03.2009
He could actually SEE the fingerprint. It stood there mocking him on the side of the wineglass. It was too large to be hers. It was a MAN’s fingerprint. He thought she was alone, but that fingerprint mocked him.
By Trish on 04.03.2009
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.