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he pushed the daisies towards her eager unknowing face bowling alley friday night bubblegum fantasies jelly shoes the night swung above her head, dazzling her for days to come

Posted By alex On 02.16.2013 @ 12:33 am

Flat. That is how the ground feels like. Not that I’d complain, I mean, this is as much of a bed as I could find, anyway. But I can’t help but long for a real one sometimes. I miss the warmth and the softness of real comfort.

Posted By Alex On 02.14.2013 @ 12:43 am

Rejections, the daily routine of a salesman, but still, a smile is all that he can show.

Posted By Alex On 02.07.2013 @ 2:40 pm

My Exs never claimed back things we shared.

Posted By Alex On 02.07.2013 @ 4:11 am

I think about you all the time. How you left me, how cold it was. It was raining and you were silent. You are never silent, I should have known some dark thought had already possessed your mind. The thought that would single-handedly slay my heart.

Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 11:30 pm

thought is a strange process, is it external or internal? Is thought of you, or something that derives from a higher power. This opens the questions of free will wide open.

Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 6:04 pm

it scares me to think, everytime i do so I can feel the time passing.

Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 12:38 pm

Some day, I want to be a husband. I’m not sure how this will go because the woman I am interested in right now doesn’t want to get married. It’s unfortunate because we both really like each other but I’m not sure how we will be able to continue on if neither of us have such different plans for the future.

Posted By Alex On 02.05.2013 @ 12:36 am

husband, is what i might be one day. Husband, has a wife. husband has a son, or a daughter, a ring, an engagement ring that ties 2 people together. band, hus, tie, weding, tuxedo, celebration, cake. parents, white dress

Posted By Alex On 02.04.2013 @ 7:47 pm

Regret… Or not… I guess it depends if he deserved it. Did he? He must’ve, because it was gruesome. It was done without care. It was done out of rage. He deserved every thing that you did to him. Don’t feel bad. You did what you had to.

Posted By Alex On 02.02.2013 @ 9:39 pm

The features that you find beautiful in someone aren’t necessarily their best. They could be dark, secret passages to the things that lay beneath the surface they don’t want anyone to see.

Posted By Alex On 01.31.2013 @ 2:41 pm

Visitors are fun. If you are expecting them, then you probably have lunch or dinner getting ready for them. You have plans to do things with them. When they are unexpected. It can be more fun or more stressful. You don’t know what you’re gonna do and you have to figure it out. Either way, it’s normally a good time.

Posted By Alex On 01.28.2013 @ 1:37 pm

The tile floor was cool against her face, and pressing her cheek against it, rolling her baby fat from ear to mouth, calmed her down. Her stomach was flat, but it wouldn’t be for long. Porcelain, water, silver, she thought, and turned her cheek over.

Posted By Alex On 01.27.2013 @ 9:28 pm

id like to destroy something. i think its very useful as a stress reliever to destroy a piece of forniture every once in a while. it should be taught in school.

Posted By alex On 01.19.2013 @ 12:36 pm

needing to do something, not being able to put it off any longer, desperation time, procrastination on essays and needing to get something done, puhsing it to the very end, trying to work under pressure and get something done without being prepared

Posted By Alex On 01.07.2013 @ 1:58 pm

Well, I quite simply do not believe in God. NOT the Christian God or any religous god, anyway. I do believe in a higher power. But my idea of a higher power is much different.

Posted By Alex On 01.04.2013 @ 4:30 pm

I keep thinking about the amount of bad thoughts we produce each day. Why won’t we just stop whining and focus on the amount of good around us. The amount of calm words and sweet emotions and beautiful songs. The amount counts. But only in good.

Posted By Alex On 01.03.2013 @ 1:37 am

vast changing measuring reconciling contrast, amount is vague but measured

Posted By alex On 01.02.2013 @ 8:06 pm

I am sure of myself. That was the first thing that came to mind but I guess now that I’m still lingering on it, I might be unsure. Sure, that’s fine with me. I guess I say that one more. I’m sure with everything but myself.

Posted By Alex On 12.30.2012 @ 4:37 pm

Being a part of theatrical productions is purely a sexual experience, everyone is just all over each other. In his lap, on his face. Whatever. Sexual. Stage kissing. That sort of thing all the time. Theater kids like to make non-theater kids uncomfortable. It’s a lifestyle. And it’s hilarious. I’m not very good at it, since I’m a people-pleaser and am inherently turned off by making others uncomfortable. But I’ll take a good laugh wherever I can get one, so theater kids are the perfect casual friends.

Posted By Alex On 12.27.2012 @ 10:18 pm

That was then. But was it later? Who could tell for sure anymore? The line was twisted beyond recognition so that no one could even be sure. Past, present, future. Just when in the world was she? Now?

Posted By Alex On 12.26.2012 @ 4:43 pm

Who knows if I will grow and be a musician? Wo knows if I will finish everything on that bucket list I made eariler today? Who knows if ill get any taller than 5 foot 1? Who really knows anything about their future? By most importantly who knows why the hell I wrote this philosophical shit?

Posted By Alex On 12.22.2012 @ 7:49 pm

illuminati, pentagon, 2 + 3, 5, young, president monroe, star, V

Posted By Alex On 12.17.2012 @ 4:33 pm

i stir in the chocolate syrup i have poured into my milk and it turns into a brown vortex of delight. It tastes so amazing

Posted By Alex On 12.15.2012 @ 8:54 pm

Her feet swung aimlessly under her chair as she leaned back. Groaning, she glanced up at the ever-moving clock hand, still ticking at it’s insanely slow pace. She sighed, flipping through yet another boring magazine present on the table next to her. The waiting room was still.

Posted By Alex On 12.13.2012 @ 6:47 pm

The girl had to be presented to her boyfriends parents. They sniffed, they snorted, they looked down their nose at her, but she stood her ground. She stood tall against their subliminal attack on her as a person. She wax not afraid of how they viewed her.

Posted By Alex On 12.10.2012 @ 4:18 pm

He’d always been trying to create his own signature. Something apart from everyone else, something that was truly his own. He didn’t want to be identified by his methods, only by his cause, his feeling, his soul.

Posted By Alex On 12.10.2012 @ 4:29 am

July is this time I got my car and when I was beginning to get settled into my very first job at Massey High school last year. Loved it. What a good month. Though it’s also the time when I was screwed over by K and when we moved away from each other.

Posted By Alex On 12.07.2012 @ 10:55 pm

Nothing was simple in her life anymore. Not since the accident happened, that’s for sure. She just wished that she’d done something with her life while she had the chance. Now all she had was a deepening sense of panic; totally unsure of what would become of her future.

Posted By Alex On 12.05.2012 @ 11:33 pm

We get higher when we want to get happier. They get higher when they want to forget about being lower. When they want to forget what it feels like to not be high. When they forget how to be higher, they get higher. And the cycle continues. They keep getting higher but what happens when the high can’t go any higher. Lower.

Posted By Alex On 12.04.2012 @ 10:26 pm