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I handed her half of my heart upon the fallen leaves below. And she brought the end to a start with the croon of her golden hued cello.
Why leave me in so much hurt? My beauty, my half a soul. It all started with a silent flirt over the cracks of a broken bowl.
There wasn’t much to see in our simple lives. And yet, you wanted to roam the seas whilst I wanted to dine on endives.
Our path was broken from the start. And you knew this before it all fell apart. So why, did you end it with a kiss?
I hope to find you again when I die and am born once more. But let’s just be friends and never show one another the door.Posted By Avi On 08.22.2012 @ 7:10 pm
“Substance!” She shouted at him. “That is what I need. A man with substance.” She glared at him over her half moon glasses.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” He did that thing… that thing that she absolutely hated. Crossing his arms over his chest and and ‘magnifying’ his appearance. He thought she never noticed but she saw it. The minute and subtle way in which he puffs out the muscles in his body the way a puffer fish balloons out. It was disconcerting to see him do it. “What do you mean by ‘a man with substance’?” He still held his form.
She had to wonder how it was that he was able to do it for so long. She always imagined him as a used balloon. You know the one. From a perfect, out-of-the-bag balloon to a worn out and useless piece of rubber. These were the kind of thoughts she had about him now. She missed the early days of the relationship, but she was starting to see him for who he really was.Posted By Avi On 08.09.2012 @ 2:42 am
He tried to pull one the other day. It didn’t do much. He tries to make an impression but it doesn’t work. He’s trying to win her heart. Trying to get her to see him. But she doesn’t. She knows he’s looking but she doesn’t want to make him believe it. She doesn’t know what she’s trying to do, she just doesn’t want to hurt herself. But she’s going to anyways, and she knows it. She doesn’t know why. And he keeps trying.Posted By Avi On 05.26.2012 @ 7:26 pm
This paragraph won’t be structured because I’m expecting something more creative to pop out of my mind at any second, but it’s not happening. I go to oneword to write, but I’m never inspired. I miss the old days, but do I really?. Everything is so different now and I dont know what to think. I told you it wouldn’t be structured.Posted By Avi On 03.25.2011 @ 4:14 pm
A statement is something that you state- well obviously. But it’s not cool or creative, you say it because you believe you are right, as in stating a fact. I wish the time here was longer, for example. That was my statement. Because seriously, 60 seconds is too short for me and I spend my time worrying ABOUT the time.Posted By Avi On 03.10.2011 @ 11:55 am
I swept the ashes out from under the fireplace. It was time to move on, to let go. The ashes were the last pieces of him left in the house. That is not to say they were his; oh no. It was just that he was the one who would always light the fire. After my scalding incident when I was a child I never liked to touch fire.Posted By Avi On 03.06.2011 @ 1:06 pm
An example? Weren’t we supposed to receive an example word? This is so unfair! I was all set to write about creativity and shit and I get a boring word like example? What is this? I don’t like examples, well actually I don’t mind them because they can show you things.Posted By Avi On 03.06.2011 @ 7:38 am