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cliffs are high slanting matters of land. usually the height of some body of water. but sometimes not. i had a friend fall down a mud one at a beach party once.. uhmmm, he was muddy…

Posted By coral On 04.19.2013 @ 7:57 pm

Tied up and locked up, chained and bound Never let go and never sound I cant remember how long its been since ive been here I wonder if ill ever get out See my family see the world I cant even remember my sons face anymore…. oh no oh lord

Posted By Coral On 06.01.2012 @ 5:38 pm

I’m the kind of person that will stick around for the company, while everyone else slowly fades away to follow their dreams. I’m the kind of of girl who doesn’t fall in love that easily, but when I do, it’s consuming. There isn’t a switch to turn it off. I never used to understand those songs about time, but now I do. I get why you left, I get why you freaked out, so please come back soon.

Posted By Coral On 04.13.2012 @ 10:59 pm

belief is what you feel when you are pretty sure about something, sometimes are feelings but sometimes can be related to some galactic movie philosophy.

Posted By coral On 03.12.2012 @ 7:03 pm

cold steel bites into my palm my body rocks back and forth back and forth and forth winter is bitter, harsh, nipping at my skin i close my eyes let the wind be a pendulum back and forth and forth

Posted By Coral On 03.06.2012 @ 5:42 pm

Umm…it can mean someone is incredibly stupid M/V=D how tightly packed together particles are in a substance lead is incredibly dense your mom is incredibly dense Kim Kardashian’s butt is dense dense 5 letters

Posted By Coral On 09.28.2011 @ 4:21 pm

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Posted By Coral On 09.12.2011 @ 6:01 am

There once was a level of communnication between the two so deep that fish swam in it. Diving into this unspokenm spoken, felt vat of communication led them to the bottom of the sea.

Posted By Coral On 08.03.2011 @ 5:38 pm

it glowed so beautifully, like sunshine after a downpour. As she came through the light i saw her for the first time – so beautiful it took your breath away. And now she was mine. My Girl. and i was so proud. then i saw her eyes – black as night, and a shiver flew down my spine….

Posted By Coral On 05.13.2011 @ 7:52 am

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Posted By coral On 03.26.2011 @ 4:11 pm

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Posted By coral On 03.25.2011 @ 11:07 pm

She had lost control again. She couldn’t tell anymore when the change was coming on. As her teeth elongated and her spine cracked all she could think about was the pain. It was all-consuming and felt like fire. She arched her back and heard bones snap. She screamed and heard it turn into an animal’s growl.

Posted By Coral On 03.04.2011 @ 6:21 pm

reports make me think of third grade, and book reports. you’d read a tiny tiny little book, practically a picture book, and you were expected to somehow write something up to summarize it and give opinions, but in retrospect, how could you even have opinions on such a small piece of not-really-literature? how could there have been anything worth reflecting upon in the biography of george washington carver? maybe i’m just cynical…

Posted By Coral On 01.27.2011 @ 11:29 pm

They were good sports about it; they joked, they laughed, they poked fun at themselves, but underneath, they were trying hard not to break down and fall into salty tears and self loathing heaps.

Posted By Coral On 01.17.2011 @ 9:29 pm

It washed down the drain and landed somewhere far below her with a loud (thunk). The echoes faded away in a terrible feeling of finality- dread.

Posted By Coral On 01.17.2011 @ 9:29 am

It was the fourth edition of his novel, and yet he still wasn’t pleased. He’d stayed up all last night, trying to get that one sentence on page five hundred-twenty-three right, but it just wouldn’t work. He couldn’t make the words “ornamental” and “tree” work together without it sounding like Christmas. But, no matter how many times he checked the dictionary, he couldn’t find anything else to work.

Posted By Coral On 01.16.2011 @ 10:51 am

They were simple whimsicalities, but, at the end of the day, they were what truly kept her going, what kept her teeth in her smile and the laughlines in her face, what made life worth living and loving and laughing at.

Posted By Coral On 01.14.2011 @ 1:32 pm

She was awake, alive and truly THERE for the first time she could remember in a long, long time. Everything seemed so much brighter than her memories, so much softer, so much more colorful and… real. Sobriety was something new, something she’d forgotten how to do, but so far, it was better than a high.

Posted By Coral On 01.13.2011 @ 11:13 am

They covered her skin like a map of hurt and pain and memories she wish she could wipe from her mind. They were all of varying colors, pinks and red and blues, and the occasional yellows and greens, though those were usually covered by new ones. She got used to the pain, the pulling and pushing and hurting sensations that sent her nerves screaming and raging towards the brain whenever she moved.

Posted By Coral On 01.12.2011 @ 10:24 am

Blotches of ink covered his hands. He’d been writing all night, but the ferocity in his face had slowly dimmed as the sun rose, and the shadows faded into gold. He had worked his hands sore, and yet he had nothing for it. For that was what covered the letter he was to send her: nothing.

Posted By Coral On 01.11.2011 @ 9:48 pm

Spots of paint in the dark dot my memory like fireflies. They keep me warm as I sit here, even now, wondering when everything changed. THe blotches of my life fill my head, and keep me guessing.

Posted By Coral On 01.11.2011 @ 9:46 pm

Her heart was ragged; it had been torn, it was worn, it was frayed around the edges. It had broken countless times, and she had only managed to patch it up occasionally, and sometimes there were more tourniquets than stitches. Now the stitches seemed to be loosening, to be coming undone, despite her nimble fingers, and she didn’t know what to do…

Posted By Coral On 01.11.2011 @ 9:49 am

You were never there for me. You didn’t hold me up above the crowd, you didn’t even care if I was trampled by the crowd; my dreams and hopes never mattered to you. I didn’t matter to you. You let me stay in your house for a while, occasionally eat your food, and if I was lucky, call me daughter every once in a while. But it was wasn’t until I actually made something of myself that you gave me credence.

Posted By Coral On 01.10.2011 @ 10:06 am

She was a respectable girl. She really was. Her parents were quite wealthy, she always dressed modestly… she worked hard to be respectable. The problem was, she didn’t want to be any longer. She wanted to run and dance, and play in the mud where it was fun. She was tired of people with their noses in the air, making her learn her letters and

Posted By Coral On 01.08.2011 @ 10:24 pm

your warmth cradled my sadness perfectly, like you were made by God to help me and hold me right in this moment, and wash my tears away in your golden glow.

Posted By Coral On 01.08.2011 @ 3:45 am

we were suited for each other, yes. we worked together, and we laughed together and we talk together like two old souls who’d known each other longer than the world we’d been. I’d only met you yesterday, and yet I felt like our shared smiles were primordial and natural, and the folds in our faces were those of Mother Earth herself.

Posted By Coral On 01.08.2011 @ 3:44 am

Was there still discovery, lying awake in her heart- had she given up on that too?

Posted By Coral On 01.06.2011 @ 5:56 pm

fictional fears plagued her child’s mind- mother had never told her that the monster in her closet was really the arm of a sweater peeking out from the mess, and father had never made her feel safe. so she lay in bed, covers pulled over her head, trembling and eyes tearing, consumed in her child’s fear.

Posted By Coral On 01.06.2011 @ 10:19 am

I could feel the mirror pulling at me, ever since I was little. Whenever I chanced to walk past it, I felt a tug, a subtle but strong calling, an involuntary yearning to go to it, with no basis whatsoever. And as strongly as I felt that, I felt that I should not, under any circumstances, succumb to it.

Posted By Coral On 09.06.2010 @ 2:26 pm

We raised up our arms, splayed fingers a jubilant greeting to a waking sun. No one smiled, no one laughed; we simply stood in the early sunshine, still cold, ignoring all else but the joy in something so pure.

Posted By Coral On 09.05.2010 @ 9:58 am