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i’m made of circles and you’re made of squares or so society says

princesses are spheres and han solo’s a triangle or so fiction dictates

and a star lives in the sky or the sea depending on who you ask

and we’re all being forced into molds that don’t fit

Posted By Aly On 04.14.2013 @ 10:19 pm

She claims to be hipster, the girl with the red heart shaped sunglasses sitting outside of starbucks right now. She claims to hate her life, and she claims to be an artist. she claims to be different but in reality she lives a nice life probably with her parents in the suburbs of the a good town. just saying.

Posted By Aly On 02.06.2013 @ 12:10 pm

Think Think about where you have been in life Think about where you are in life Think about where you want to be in life, what you want to do, what you want to accomplish. Think about the future and where it could take you, what you could possibly become.

The thoughts are endless. Think Think Hard.

Posted By Aly On 02.05.2013 @ 6:50 pm

life now today things that change your life, make you feel good or worst life experience!! changing nice, or bad, hadone today daily, occurs and haves a great impact n your life

Posted By aly On 01.05.2013 @ 9:58 pm

Her gaze fell on a huge brown barrel, sealed shut. She raised a curious eyebrow.

“Maybe…” she mumbled, taking cautious steps towards the container. “Just maybe…”

She delicately placed one of her manicured hands on top and ghosted the surface. “…he might be here.”

Posted By Aly On 01.01.2013 @ 9:38 pm

It glows is bright and warm it makes me think of warmth and camping and my old house with a wood stove I like it I can light my hand onfire it looks really Coll it burns you when you’re not carful

Posted By aly On 12.25.2012 @ 9:51 pm

I they could read my mind, they’d still never be sated, because my thoughts are convoluted. Maybe I’m just complicated.

Posted By aly On 12.20.2012 @ 3:59 am

I had never been truly sated. Never appeased. Always hungry for more. Always wanting. And then I woke up at 11:28, the day before the end of the world. Even though I know the world isn’t really going to end. I know the apocalypse is not upon us. I needed the threat, and a Killers song, and an episode of How I met Your Mother to end my cycle of pain. I’m through with depression. Hello love.

Posted By aly On 12.19.2012 @ 8:37 pm

Games should be for little kids on the playground. For boys and girls in bright colored coats. They can run and jump and play. Lose or win. Regardless they go home to mom and dad they go home where do we go? when we have lost our games lost other things in other places to other people along the way and why at 17 am i still playing a game?

Posted By aly On 12.18.2012 @ 1:22 pm

“Its not a game!”, I screamed at the top of lungs. But no one was listening, and my lungs had been traversed to such a height so many times before that the shock my heart felt simply sunk like a stone and hit me in the chest along with the rest of your betrayal. Yes, heartache is a heavy hell we must walk through, and with such souls.

Posted By aly On 12.18.2012 @ 1:12 pm

Five was the number of seconds it took me to fall in love with you one for the freckles that smiled at me from your nose two for your eyes three for that laugh, that goddamn gorgeous laugh so sharp it could kill a girl four for your smile, your smile that haunts me to this day and five for you, with all your flaws, misconceptions, and faults

Posted By aly On 12.17.2012 @ 7:01 pm

Living is so much harder than I thought it would be. It’s much harsher than the movies, when you meet the right people at the right time, and even if it’s the wrong time, you figure it out anyway and it all works out alright in the end. Living isn’t like that. Living is messy. Living is dropping your favorite earring down the drain. Getting your heart broken. And getting up off the ground and moving on. That’s living.

Posted By aly On 12.15.2012 @ 10:54 am

monster under the bed doll trying to steal souls store little girl under the wooden planks dust bunnies bins of garbage recycle under the bed pillows quilt blanket house scary pictures eerie old fashioned comfortable bed lace place setting lamp

Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 8:02 pm

fast food doctors office cold lettuce get together awkward styrofoam cups biting them dry water cold floor dusty air hitting gross floor dust under fingernails asian lady doctor with cute clothes doing needles arm hurts

Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 11:06 am

fast food doctors office needles asian lady with cute clothes cold office lettuce low cliffs water dry water styrofoam cup biting holes into it cold get together hard floor awkward

Posted By Aly On 11.27.2012 @ 10:48 am

There was a square on her front lawn. A blue, perfect square sitting right on the grass, like a lost lesson from 8th grade geometry. It was just staring at her. Emily, she thought to herself, what is this gorgeous piece of mathematical perfection doing on my lawn?

Posted By aly On 11.23.2012 @ 7:07 pm

somebody that I used to know. you hurt me so much. that’s why you’re only a stranger to me now, leaving behind your dust of nasty memories. I would say I regret it, but I’ve grown from you. I’ve become stronger for the next somebody.

Posted By aly On 11.12.2012 @ 2:02 pm

His presence unnerved her. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t understand it, but the feeling of his hot breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

Posted By Aly On 11.01.2012 @ 10:48 am

well, the definition of “civilize” is different for every culture. I’d like to think that I’m a civilized person. Well, except for when I eat. While eating all bets are off and no one is allowed to judge me on whatever may be dribbling down my chin.

Posted By Aly On 10.16.2012 @ 5:28 pm

Sometimes, the hand in the distance seems to be covered in spikes. Sometimes, it’s scary to reach out into the unknown.

But not really. Sometimes, it’s just too hard to grab another hand, and risk pulling them down with you. That’s what it means to be alone.

Posted By Aly On 09.26.2012 @ 5:47 pm

Pompeii ash Clogs my lungs Fills them with seawater Hacking up nothing Asthma of the mind

Posted By Aly On 09.13.2012 @ 2:54 pm

They mirrored my eyes. He could have been looking right through me, I’d never had known otherwise. His eyes were hidden by a glassy indulgence. It was a shame to be the one to shoot the bullet through those gorgeous frames. They shattered in slow motion as my heart sank with his limp body. Perfection blown away. He didn’t have time to wipe the smile from his face. He didn’t have time to blink.

Posted By Aly On 04.18.2012 @ 9:38 pm

i can capture a moment – i can capture an event – what i can’t capture is my life plan – where do i go next? maybe i am missing the point and rather the journey should remain unscripted – free and write itself out

Posted By aly On 03.29.2012 @ 6:53 am

he has a temper. most of the time he keeps it in check but when he can’t hold back he lets it all go. i have a temper i never let go – how can we coexist

Posted By aly On 03.25.2012 @ 11:38 am

rethink redo rewrite review renew rework renew recycle

Posted By aly On 03.11.2012 @ 11:44 am

I couldn’t believe where I was. It was too elegant, too perfect for a girl like me. I had just met her. She took me in like I was a stray. I am a stray. She smiled as she helped me get dressed. I hadn’t been so polished since the day I was born. It was lovely. A lovely place to be on a starry night like tonight.

Posted By Aly On 03.10.2012 @ 2:51 pm

I had never been the type to get in trouble. I stayed away from all of it. But she dragged me in. She kissed my cheek. She was my best friend. I didn’t realize how much she meant to me. But Ive been through hell for her. The bar was as loud as the dance floor. But the bartender was much sweeter. He smiled slyly and I was in love.

Posted By Aly On 03.09.2012 @ 8:37 pm

It hadn’t always been this way. I wasn’t always this cold. My blood didnt always poor from my body as fluid as this. I felt so alone. I had been dismissed. And now I will die because of it. The world is a cruel place. I hate this feeling. He killed me. Its all over now.

Posted By Aly On 03.09.2012 @ 8:34 pm

my favorite days are days that include brunch. sunday afternoons that melt into evenings – with my dearest friends and the best conversations. just the word brunch makes me smile .

Posted By aly On 03.09.2012 @ 4:04 am

there is good sweat and bad. good when you workout – bad when you freakout.

Posted By aly On 03.04.2012 @ 9:53 am