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It was like a magnet, the moment he lays eye on her. Every inch of his skin ached to be against her, every cell in his body screamed for her touch. The anticipation was at once incredible and unbearable, it was the feeling of being alive, of truly needing, and in that moment it was everything.

Posted By Bex On 04.13.2013 @ 5:57 pm

The sweepers were coming. I could hear them barreling down the street, their brooms hitting the pavement in rhythm, their boots thudding against the ground. They were coming, and I didn’t think I could escape them this time. This time, they’d kill me.

Posted By Bex On 01.16.2013 @ 10:16 pm

sometimes people say that you MUST do something, and sometimes you don’t want to do it. But because you MUST do it, you just have to get on and do it. When you MUST do something it means that you don’t have a choice or option other than to do that thing.

Posted By Bex On 01.08.2013 @ 9:29 am

Colors. The variety of colors is astounding. A child will ask what the name of a certain color is and while you may have an answer for some, eventually all you will be saying is “very dark blue” and “very very dark blue.” But maybe that’s one of the greatest things about this world, there are so many types of different things, the mystery never dies.

Posted By bex On 10.04.2012 @ 9:41 am

new york lawn. sloping down to the hudson river. tall houses. on the balcony. best friend and coffee. italian momma and papa. little babies playing in the urban nature. this is the wilderness.

Posted By bex On 09.29.2012 @ 11:42 am

baby eyes, soft and sweet. and in new york at the hudson river i see three fawns from the balcony. coffee and a best friend. italian mama and papa and a sloping green lawn. urban outdoors

Posted By bex On 09.29.2012 @ 11:38 am

The Catcher in the Rye. Catch an eye. “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…” Never shall I be caught on the thoughts of my love…

Posted By bex On 03.28.2012 @ 5:59 am

in a town it’s hard to find space to run. there’s epping forest, yeah, but it isn’t the same as an open space- a space without passers by, distractions, traffic. still i feel comfortable surrounded by the cars, knowing there’s always somebody there. and the sensation that i could run- run away, on the planes and trains and buses that would take me from here.

Posted By Bex On 03.05.2012 @ 5:33 am

And then Jimmy found it. It was hiding there all along. Or had it been? The one clue he had been searching for to tell him where the missing treasure was. But he was sure that he had searched under the barn door before, on his way in. It was dark in there, perhaps he had missed it? Then he heard a sound coming from behind…

Posted By Bex On 02.15.2012 @ 9:30 am

I’ll find a clue. A fingerprint. A smudge. The dent of a head on the pillow, the scent on the bed as I roll into the space I am no longer sure you ever were. A clue… a sign… that it really happened. That I haven’t imagined the mystery.

Posted By Bex On 02.14.2012 @ 3:44 pm

where bee nest, and nuzzle up. They buzz in, and tune out to a place they call home. Full of honey, and other sweet nothings, not them but for us as we have decided

Posted By bex On 01.25.2012 @ 9:01 pm

Finding him. Them. Whoever will care, will listen and not speak. Who will invest themselves in you. They are scarce. They are perhaps the most sought after kind of people and yet the rarest to find.

Posted By bex On 01.22.2012 @ 1:59 am

Everything around me is utter darkness. Feeling around me, there is nothing, just the ground I stand upon. I run for miles in a direction. Who knows where? I keep going in circles, I’m sure of it. But I keep going, not knowing my way and maybe soon I will see light in the distance. Maybe I’ll see a glimmer of hope, of what was and what will be. Maybe.

Posted By bex On 01.01.2012 @ 10:30 pm

There’s this funny thing about living in a world full of pluralism, relativism and individualism. People seem to think that certain things don’t matter, or they can be or do whatever they want, without rules and boundaries. Sometimes these ideals are harmful and sometimes they are innocent and can even produce a sort of beauty. They think that to produce this sort of beauty, they have to add these ideals into what they create. Abstract art.

Posted By bex On 11.13.2011 @ 10:41 pm

“Husbands, love your wives.”

Posted By bex On 10.30.2011 @ 11:33 am

Automatic is easy. You don’t have to think too much about what you’re doing. You just shift into automatic and go. Cars are just like life. The only difference is when you put your life on “automatic” or “autopilot” you forget how much you like to make you own choices and to think about what you’re doing. Automatic is easy. But manual is better. After all, no one said life was supposed to be easy.

Posted By bex On 10.24.2011 @ 2:36 pm

It’s a radical evolution we have here It’s a train wreck if I’ve ever seen it All you want to do is revolutionize the fears I tell you, it’s a radical evolution Melting icecaps Hemorrhaging angels I tell you it’s a radical evolution Cause you from buildings to dangle

Posted By bex On 10.21.2011 @ 10:57 pm

I want to hold the castle in the sky. Scratch that, I want to live in the castle in the sky. I want to have those walls. Those turrets of stone that protect me. Oh how they save me from such pain. In castles there is protection. There is solace. There is peace. A place that no one can find you. No one can hurt you. Yes, I want this castle, but I want it for my heart.

Posted By bex On 10.20.2011 @ 12:17 am

The braid hung long and straight down her back. Her olive skin was beautiful and her tall, angular body was accentuated by the boots she wore against her skin tight jeans.

Posted By bex On 10.01.2011 @ 8:42 pm

half. not complete, not completely incomplete…

I feel your heart, beating half as fast as mine. why aren’t you nervous? why am i the one with goosebumps?

Posted By bex On 09.29.2011 @ 10:31 pm

Laying on the couch, I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing. I am nothing. In this moment on my couch I am nothing. It is wonderful to be nothing sometimes though, no? This couch has provided my escape from being something. Its old, soft, time worn fabric is pleasing to my fingertips as I lay motionless on this couch.

Posted By bex On 09.22.2011 @ 8:59 am

In a sea of people, the distinguished gentleman is hardly noticed. He passes them by like a wave on the ocean, each one carefully avoiding his stoic, yet regal gaze as he pressed on towards his goal with a aura of one who carries the weight of loneliness.

Posted By bex On 09.10.2011 @ 10:01 pm

Why aren’t we all like ants? They can carry much more than their body weight, the continue to work and work, never being asked. It is instinctual. Ants are the vulnerable versions of what we humans should be, and only because we are much more difficult to kill than ants.

Posted By bex On 09.05.2011 @ 5:46 pm

the sinking feeling you get when you lose something that you had been checking on all day. But then, once you find it in the hand you’ve been looking for it with, your heart lurches with joy.

Posted By bex On 08.22.2011 @ 9:40 pm

when someone falls down slowly into a liquidy surface. When someone is sucked down into something.

Posted By bex On 08.22.2011 @ 9:38 pm

Walking down the dimly lit hall way, he knows his destination. His purpose is simple: receive the package, transport and deliver it to it’s rightful owner. In a place like this, where the air reeks of fornication and cheap perfume, where the shouts of solitude and abuse come from other rooms around, nothing seems safe, even to one whose purpose is only to transport.

Posted By bex On 08.20.2011 @ 11:41 pm

You have left me hanging by a thread. My emotions in a knot and my life out of balance. I hope you never know the control you had over me. I will never love the way I loved you.

Posted By Bex On 08.16.2011 @ 6:12 am

Watch me step outside, kneel down and put my hands in the dirt. Watch me grab that bulb. It’s a perrenial. Watch me place it in the dirt and cover it. What else does it need? Light bulb! Water.

Posted By bex On 08.07.2011 @ 7:58 am

Car. House. Heart. Locker. Safe. Soul. Are they safe? Lock them up. Never let anyone in.

Posted By bex On 08.06.2011 @ 6:45 am

Micro. Macro. Manage. Make sure that as you fill their drinks, you know where the lemons are, and you should probably be able to fill two drinks at a time. Oh you want to play frisbee? Well do you know how to throw a frisbee? This is the best way to catch a frisbee. Don’t let the dog get it! Micro. Micro. Micro Manage.

Posted By bex On 08.04.2011 @ 11:55 am