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the thread that links my being and entity with your soft-pearl skin and your tender bosom will never be severed.

Posted By abby On 08.16.2011 @ 3:47 am

I felt the wind whip my hair around me. The dying sun lighted his face and I felt the urge to kiss him. The coolness of the air around me tickled me through my simple clothes made of thin thread, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Posted By Abby On 08.15.2011 @ 8:37 pm

I didn’t want to eat that. I never want to eat that. And yet I eat it. I imagine I’ll feel better when I eat it. I never do. And sometimes I feel worse. I always feel worse. And still I dream and salivate and eat. And I believe I’ll always feel better.

Posted By Abby On 08.15.2011 @ 1:58 am

i never know what punishments are okay. i mean, who decides punishment? is punishment subjective, or objective? inflicted, or simply experienced? probably both. i hate questions where the answers are ‘both’. but punishment is scary because i never know who decides what’s right, what’s wrong and what’s punishable.

Posted By Abby On 08.14.2011 @ 12:55 pm

i wish i were nearer to you. I dont even know who you are. i wish i could have met you. im afraid no wthat ill never be able to meet you. that we had our cahnce. and its gone. and its my fault. all my fault. i miss u. so much.

Posted By Abby On 08.13.2011 @ 7:18 pm

Near has four letters.

N stands for “No” E stands for “Everything” A stands for “Amen!” and R stands for “Righto!”

Posted By Abby On 08.13.2011 @ 1:27 pm

Discovery is the greatest wonder of the world. Without it, we wouldn’t know there are seven natural wonders. We wouldn’t have a sense of being. We wouldn’t know who we were, who the people around us are, and what anything is about. Discovery is the backbone to life.

Posted By abby On 08.13.2011 @ 10:22 am

Discovery reminds me of a child when they are pretending to be pirates and explorers of the jungle and far away magical lands. The word itself just rolls nicely off of the tip of my tongue. Discovery. Discoveries are made every single day about many things. Including myself. Just the other day, I discovered that I like spinach. “You learn something new every day.”

Posted By Abby On 08.12.2011 @ 8:11 pm

my mind is stretched across an entire continent. leaving pieces of my heart, my soul, scattered across new jersey as i stretch myself thin across the continent and end up somewhere in central america to leave more bits of myself for others to find.

Posted By Abby On 08.10.2011 @ 10:35 pm

you spring back, into my mind even when i try to push you away. the more i pull from you the more tension builds the faster the reunion the sharper the snap the deeper the pain

Posted By Abby On 08.10.2011 @ 2:11 pm

i am so passive aggressive. I would be such a horrible manage

Posted By Abby On 08.04.2011 @ 5:32 pm

Music. Love. People. Justin Bieber. Scooter Braun. Taylor Swift. Country. Pop. Tours. JB. SB.

Posted By Abby On 08.04.2011 @ 2:43 pm

people tell me all the time that I am level headed, that I have a good head on my shoulders and that I am steady. If only they could get into my head, I am depressed and lonely, hopeful and uneasy

Posted By Abby On 08.03.2011 @ 12:19 pm

A root is something that grounds you. It ties you to the ground, the real world, your history, and reality. It gives you something to base a word, a thought, a life, or a way of living.

Posted By Abby On 08.02.2011 @ 9:43 am

I dont really wish I had wings. I am actually scared of heights. I know most people would dream of sprouting wings from their backs like roots and soaring high above the continent and over oceans and making spectacular journeyss. I dream of that too, except not with wings.

Posted By Abby On 08.01.2011 @ 6:30 am

It’s loud. The house shudders. I’ve been afraid of it since I was little because it makes me feel alone, but it also serves as an life long analogy. It says, with each crashing boom, “Despite the loneliness you will never truly be alone.”

Posted By Abby On 07.26.2011 @ 11:32 pm

your kiss strikes as lightning does; it boils my skin and heats up my chest. The energy tingles on my lips and your wet tongue soothes them. You are kissing him instead as you close your eyes. Jealousy is my lightning strike. Jealousy.

Posted By abby On 07.25.2011 @ 4:14 pm

Her illness is taking her from me. She does not see and does not care. Her eyes are swollen with denial. I love her but she can’t understand it. She rejects me. She pushes me away. I long to save her but she wont let me.

Posted By abby On 07.24.2011 @ 3:26 pm

Illness is my greatest strength. It keeps me wanting to be better and to be saner. It transforms me and humbles me. This illness was the beginning of my greatness.

Posted By abby On 07.24.2011 @ 3:24 pm

I am Ill today because my body has given up. I must push it to the limit and eliminate the sickness that envelops me. I am my worst enemy because I sabotage me. I am ill but I love it. I can never rescue myself. Illness is too great.

Posted By abby On 07.24.2011 @ 3:22 pm

violet. vivid, vivacious and vicarious. i’m not so sure what vicarious means but i like alliteration. i also like synonyms and the way the word ‘violet’ on the page is violet in colour. i like it when the world finds simple symmetry and i also like the colour violet. and the name violet.

Posted By Abby On 07.21.2011 @ 1:42 pm

The storm tossed the great ship to and fro across the sea. The waters slapped against it’s hull with a violent force that had the sailors wondering if it was the very wrath of God raining down on them.

Posted By Abby On 07.20.2011 @ 6:40 pm

violent can be attributed to many things; natural, man made, horrific and overwhelming. you say a violent storm and imagine a symphony. you say a violent marriage and imagine a disaster. you say a violent harmony and experience an oxymoron?

Posted By Abby On 07.20.2011 @ 3:18 pm

megaphones remind me of the summer i worked as a lifeguard, yelling at screaming children who were jumping off the end of a splintered dock and into the rippling water. my entire summer that year was spent on the screeching megaphone telling kids to please walk or jump in feet first

Posted By Abby On 07.20.2011 @ 7:34 am

Just as the sun was setting, I raised the megaphone to my mouth and called in the loudest voice I could muster: “Give peas a chance.” Then walked away.

Posted By Abby On 07.19.2011 @ 6:36 pm

A trophy is an award for an accomplishment. It is typically a statue with your name engraved in it or the type of award you are recieving.

Posted By Abby On 07.18.2011 @ 5:39 pm

Brown and snappy. Sticks crunch and break as I walk across the field. Jagged edges like compound fractures earned in a car accident. Broken.

Posted By Abby On 07.17.2011 @ 8:09 pm

It was the plague that hit me village. I remember the pained faces, the closed doors, the wagons, the smell. It was all awful. I couldn’t forget the way children would run through the streets, screaming for lost loved ones. And we couldn’t do anything about it. We just stood by, waiting for it to take the last one of us away.

Posted By Abby On 07.12.2011 @ 8:00 pm

there was once a plague that wiped out all plagues. Its origins were unknown but thought to be from space, either way it was supernatural. super. thats a great word for it. for it didnt act normal… in fact it operated under different set of rules for you see.. this plague was

Posted By abby On 07.12.2011 @ 1:02 pm

I remember that old diner, the one right next to the library. We would go after school, telling our parents we were studying, but always sneak over to that diner. It was the diner where I had my first milkshake, first real cheeseburger, first friendship, first date, first kiss, first love. It was a part of my heart, a part of me. I loved that diner, from the cracked red booth seats, to the old Pacman machine in the back that didn’t work unless you put in an extra quarter and kicked the right bottom corner. I missed the diner when I went to college, far away from my hometown. And when I returned after my first semester, I took one look at that diner and smiled, remembering all those forgotten memories. Now, I stand in front of the lot, still smiling, still remembering, but I can’t open the door anymore. I can’t sit down in one of the booths and tell Silvia with the orange hair that I want my usual. I can’t walk back to the back of the diner and put my last two quarters into that Pacman machine. All because some crazy relative that inherited my beloved diner, decided it wasn’t worth it any more. As I walk down the sidewalk toward the library, I feel a sudden urge to wave at my old friend, the diner.

Posted By Abby On 07.11.2011 @ 1:33 pm