July 2010
7 posts
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#29
The mark of a man only lies within the underbelly of his love. As it crawls through the mud and nails on the floor, it takes all of its pain on the most sensitive side. Its skin thickens, its eyes glaze over. It takes no prisoners, but it can also change his life.
He will only see you in white, in red, in black, and in gold. You will shimmer and glow like a pageant of love. You will become his...
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#28
How many hearts have been broken?
How many kisses have you stolen?
Is it ever good enough?
Are you ever good enough?
Will the girls that pile up ever be the one.
Or will they pile up and never be done.
Oh so smooth and dreamy, you dreamy boy.
Will you ever think she’s good enough?
Or will I?
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#27
There are warning signs of the strength you can hide.
Amongst the cloudy grey.
And you see to it that the world will fit
Into your dark, comical display.
And I won’t mind if you go about spouting
Shakespeare to me.
But in the end, the biggest fault
Will be to terrorize me.
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#26
She can smile with the biggest lips you can find. She can gaze at you softly with bedroom eyes. She can tell you that the world will be everything and nothing to you at the same time. She’s beautiful, but then she’ll reveal what she always hides.
And you’ll kick yourself for believing, that love truly exists. Amongst the shrubbery and bullshit, she’s got you in her grip....
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#25
“That doesn’t make sense. Those kinds of things never happen in real life.”
“If they put it in movies, then it’s possible. Dreams only come true if you actually believe it will.”
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#24
Here comes trouble in shapes and forms of shadows on walls and ceilings. The inhale and exhale of creatures during the night. What makes the heart irreparable? What makes the night unforgettable? We lie against the moonlight to fill the empty spaces on the walls. We wriggle and jest and pretend it’s all just a mystery of life, Solved and written and cast into stone. We won’t...
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#23
I’m finally over the fifty foot hurdle,
But staring in front of me
Is one even larger.
I can’t believe it’s there.
I can’t believe it’s there.
I can’t stay on and bare this thought.
But I run down the gangway
And I hope to God my legs will take flight
And throw me across the hurdle of life
Without giving me back pains
Or a terrible crack in my ribs.
...
June 2010
13 posts
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#22
Shake the earth you ride on, baby.
I’m a commin’ with my hair real long.
Take a hit, and you’ll go flyin’ baby.
The trip, no, you won’t be gone.
Just take a breath
And make the sip the supply, the life, and the lift
You’ll ever gonna need, baby.
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#21
She found herself weary. The sight of herself in the mirror gave her a shrill feeling throughout her spine. She couldn’t believe how old she looked when she remembered her age. “25 isn’t the age you’re supposed to look this way,” she kept repeating in her mind.
Angela examined the wrinkles around her eyes. “Crow’s feet. That’s from all the...
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#20
“This is it. Your plot twist. Your character conflict. I’m about to leave you for another man. I want to marry that other guy and abandon you in the history of my life. How do you feel about that?”
“Non-existential.”
“Welcome to reality.”
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#19
In the Perspective of Great Men
She wore her hair down even when it was dirty. She kept her face hidden from those who forgot to dream. She was a miracle in white; a reflection in your window. The kind of woman that stood behind a cause. She stood beside the ones she loved.
She ran through fields of sunflowers, wheat, corn, grass, and trees. She loved the wind and it understood her well; it knew...
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#18
I want to live where the red fern grows and grows and grows. Where a glass of water is as refreshing as a cold bottle of beer. Where a feeling of intimidation doesn’t overwhelm my senses. Where the grocer can say “hi” without any other pretense than to be friendly.
I want to be where the trees burn in the evening sunset and the dew on morning grass makes it as sweet as a cup of...
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#17
You were timid. I wasn’t shy, but you were hesitant. Our eyes met and you bit your lip. I stared back at my dinner. I tried not to blush. I wasn’t shy.
Like a backwards staring contest, we tried to see how long we could go without staring at each other. I felt your glance at me when I took a bite. I felt your smile when I wiped my mouth. I felt your yearning to be my napkin; to taste...
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#16
I’m in love with the morning. The smell and the damp dew on your fingertips. When you walk home from a long night, you find the calm in the sunrise. You feel the beginning of a new day; a new chance. There is no one and nothing that can deter from the morning or the rest of the day. Not yet.
I walked down my street with the cool breeze from the river blowing my hair back. I watched the...
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#15
“Why are you so miserable?”
“What?”
“I asked why you are such a miserable person.”
“I’m not.”
“It doesn’t seem that way. You know what they say, ‘misery loves company.’ Is that why you leave? Is that why you assume everyone is against you?”
I didn’t know what to say. Words couldn’t form sentences...
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#14
I devour music like the words from the Bible. From the pulpits and choirs, the voice rings out a gentle melody of fire and brimstone. I can hear the soft lulls of people in the pews -they are ringing out their praise. They are swaying back and forth. They are calling out their names.
I sit in my seat with my feet comfortably on the floor. The preacher cries “help them, help the little...
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#13
Her legs were smooth. It almost appeared as if she was wearing pantyhose. They didn’t appear to be scarred or have any bruises. They were as if she never stepped out of the house before today.
She sat quaintly between two women. Her shorts were modest. She was young, but isn’t youth a sign of good aging?
I stare down at my legs. The scars, the bruises; they all tell a tale. From when...
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#12
Drink to the sordid ways.
Eat till your eyes glaze
over with the possibility of life.
Feel free for once
Cuz this ain’t gonna last forever.
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#11
Her bones lay heavy in the casket she laid in. She felt her skin wrap around her muscles and that around her skeleton. It was tight. It felt tight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t make oxygen enter her lungs and carbon dioxide to leave her lungs. In fact, she couldn’t feel anything.
Her body lay still amongst the satin bedding. Even in the darkness, she can feel the gleam of...
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#10a
Nostalgia made her feel alone. Thinking of the past whether it be hers or someone else’s made her think about how surreal her own life feels. However, the feeling never lasted any longer than a few seconds before something else captured her attention.
When Mr. Sandman began to play, she didn’t feel so alone. She felt a bit of happiness in the harmonizing and the sweet thought of...
May 2010
9 posts
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#9
I want to purge myself from you so I can move towards the sunset fleeting on the horizon. I opened my heart once and it trapped me inside with the curtains closed and the silence of the street keeping me still. I get jealous of the tide that rolls in on the shore. I get tired of being so damn insecure. I want to jump on that horizon and feel the wind on my naked face. If you won’t follow...
#8
No matter what I do or how I dress or how I act, I will always be the girl with a dark sense of humor and a lack of care for anything.
#7
The wind howls loudly tonight. Will it take the cold away? Will I have to sleep amongst the leaves? These things, they move quickly and by the time you can grasp your fingers around it, it slips away.
When I was a kid, I thought I could control the wind. I would concentrate on the tops of trees and see if I can make them sway with just the power of my mind. I thought I could hold in my breath and...
#6
If the music starts to make my head hurt, I just simply make it louder.
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#5
There are things I can’t commit to you. There are things hidden in the parts of my brain that I want to keep buried. A woman is a vast body of secrets; at least that’s what they say. So, let me keep these secrets from you.
I love you and every day when I don’t see you I feel abandoned. The funny thing is, I know you love me too. I know there is more to us. I know you think of me...
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#4
I can hear the buzzards above my bed. I lay and watch them tumble over each other. They peck at the bugs buried deep in their skin. They torment, but I pretend they don’t exist. Because they don’t exist. I open my eyes and I can find myself traveling down a long and narrow hallway. The walls are rusty and the floor is filthy. The wind is chill and frightful, but I keep rushing forward...
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#3
“I’m kind of in love with you,” he said.
“I’m kind of uncomfortable,” she responded.
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#2
The wind makes the curtains blow. The sound alone can make you sigh. And the gentle playing of a guitar flies through the window like a sullen black fly. It comes here to die. I find where it hides itself. I find it buried deep within the yards of linen curtains. And we dance as gently as the guitar plays. “Why have you come here to die?” I ask the fly.
It sings along deep and throaty...
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#1
You were wearing leaves on your arms. The branches made your hair. I thought it was a joke, but I think I saw you there. The sun beat into my little apartment and the choir sang gleefully, but it wasn’t you. There was only me. There was only me, the tree, the sun and the memory. I almost felt like crying. It was beautiful.