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ensue. ensue. I really don’t know what ensue means. I mean i kind of know but eh, not really. I really need to work on my vocabulary. I love to write but mostly i use spell check for everything so i don’t know how to spell. I always found myself quite good with grammer but i guess this is one word i really don’t know. It’s really bothering me now that i don’t know it. Oh well, I guess.

Posted By Courtney On 05.01.2013 @ 6:51 pm

checkmate for the win, but winning isn’t everything. i’d rather play the game just to see how it works out and, even better, read how you play. watching someone play chess says a lot about their character.

Posted By Courtney On 04.23.2013 @ 12:45 pm

everything you touch turns magenta, it’s glorious. flowers bloom in the instant and the sky begins to show the beginnings of a sunset. all from one touch, all for you.

Posted By Courtney On 04.21.2013 @ 2:00 pm

mumbling, stumbling through words. but it’s only because i can’t open my mouth too much or you’ll steal all of the thoughts that are tripping over my tongue, racing to reach you.

Posted By Courtney On 04.16.2013 @ 4:57 pm

with one foot on the dashboard and the other hanging out the window, it finally feels like summer.

Posted By Courtney On 04.09.2013 @ 1:57 pm

this trench seems deeper than the ocean, deeper than the valleys between the mountains, but still not deep enough to keep your heart safe.

Posted By Courtney On 04.08.2013 @ 7:38 pm

everyone is punished for crimes they didn’t commit, it’s always a lesson learned too late when it turns out that you’re serving someone else’s sentence but there’s someone out there who’s doing the same for you and they have no idea what they did to deserve it.

Posted By Courtney On 04.07.2013 @ 10:04 pm

everything was fabricated from the start, i never would’ve thought that would be the case but so it is. it was a beautiful idea though, thanks for the memories.

Posted By Courtney On 04.01.2013 @ 4:56 pm

Once there was a small town called Wheatville. Everyone there was a farmer. Everyone was expected to be a farmer. Except a small boy named Tim. He didn’t want to be a farmer. He wanted to grow up and be an Astronaut.

Posted By Courtney On 03.30.2013 @ 12:15 am

these boots are made for walking, and that is precisely what they’ll do. i’m sorry to tell you but one of these days these boots are going to walk all over you.

Posted By Courtney On 03.23.2013 @ 5:40 pm

you seem to disregard the bricks i’ve tried to place between you and i. this wall has been in the making for a bit but you just climbed over it so that my lipstick could stain your skin. as you say, you’ll make me yours by the end of the year… don’t be too sweet dear, i’m better for a skipped heartbeat and a night of reckless abandon even though we have an audience and you’re trying to anticipate something that never ceases to amaze you. don’t think about how i taste or else you’ll miss me when i wander. with a hundred goodnight kisses as well as more than a few to say good morning, i’m glad that you didn’t try to give one for our goodbye.

Posted By Courtney On 03.22.2013 @ 2:29 pm

it was an overt gesture, just a smidge too much for my personal taste, but to each their own.

Posted By Courtney On 03.15.2013 @ 8:54 pm

let’s get blasted, that’s all you can say to me as you drive. let’s get blasted. we need to forget what just happened. you’re trying not to cry or send your car flying off the freeway. let’s get blasted.

Posted By Courtney On 03.14.2013 @ 2:06 pm

true love is eternal, the memories can be if they’re preserved. pain is temporary, as is most strife. but love, true love, just like the purest happiness, that is forever and always. remember that for eternity.

Posted By Courtney On 03.13.2013 @ 12:57 pm

withered into nothing, wilted like the garden last autumn, waiting for me is like wanting the world to end. withering away, day by day by day, withering away until you’re left lifeless.

Posted By Courtney On 03.11.2013 @ 8:39 am

One day, he sent me a signal; a signal in which I thought was love.. but I was wrong. Mixed signals. What does that even mean? Was he aware that these signals were being sent off in the first place? Was he intentionally messing with my mind? Sometimes I doubt my own mind. Perhaps the mixed signals came from within.

Posted By courtney On 03.06.2013 @ 8:55 pm

everything went up in flames before you were even able to toss the match. flames engulfing all that used to be here, all that we had and who we were. and we could only dance in front of them.

Posted By Courtney On 03.05.2013 @ 2:52 pm

only the strong survive, your heart will kill you if you let them break it. good luck weakling.

Posted By Courtney On 03.03.2013 @ 7:48 pm

knock knock, who’s there? you never seem to respond when i ask and you always know when i’m on the other side of the door. knock knock, come in. goodnight starshine

Posted By Courtney On 02.27.2013 @ 7:03 pm

bleeding our colors, the entire spectrum of who we are and where we’ve been and who’ve we’ve been but never why. bleeding out into our art and our every day activities, just to show our hearts.

Posted By Courtney On 02.27.2013 @ 9:14 am

you’ve never looked more startled than when i turned away after i denied your kiss. oh so startled, it offset the scenery; the water froze over and the trees burst into flames. and i’ve never been more grounded.

Posted By Courtney On 02.25.2013 @ 6:00 pm

i tend to embellish details in my stories. but i can’t help that your eyes shimmer like no one else’s, like diamonds in the sky on a somewhat hazy evening; somehow still sparkling despite the clouds covering them. incomparably spectacular, dazzling, shimmering, like no one else’s. i may embellish some details but they feel so real.

Posted By Courtney On 02.24.2013 @ 12:13 pm

In a cave along the Eastern front, a baby lies cold and alone. He hasn’tt yet seen daylight and shivers to the bone. Outside a gang of wolves sit sit silent, ready and engaged. Who knew wnhen he was born, oh lord, that three would be his final age.

Posted By Courtney On 02.24.2013 @ 10:30 am

the engine stalled at the perfect moment, just as you pulled me over to the wheel for a kiss. it was safe enough, stalling might have saved both of us that day.

Posted By Courtney On 02.22.2013 @ 11:24 am

too many days in the sun without and kind of protection over the years has left your skin more leathery than your purse. kudos

Posted By Courtney On 02.21.2013 @ 2:39 pm

weathered by the day, by the way you’ve been living your life, by caring about everything you shouldn’t have let into your heart. weathered, even though the sun is bleaching your hair and your skin is golden and you could be lying on the beach at this very moment, soaking in vitamin d while you listen to the waves crash and you smile because you let go of the weather for a moment.

Posted By Courtney On 02.20.2013 @ 9:00 pm

flailing about like a fish out of water, gasping even though this air isn’t what you need. struggling to breathe in this setting, i wish i could fix you. i wish i could make you better. i wish that you were okay. i’m more concerned when you stop moving and your chest calms. when the flailing stops the peace still doesn’t settle in.

Posted By Courtney On 02.18.2013 @ 2:09 pm

fatigue fills the air, i can only breathe in the exhaust. everything to do and everywhere to be and the only way to manage it all is to inhale deep.

Posted By Courtney On 02.16.2013 @ 11:38 am

the earth is flat as far as i know. i’d follow you to the world’s end if you started making the trip.

Posted By Courtney On 02.13.2013 @ 6:25 pm

growing, everyday, regardless of the want for it, but maybe it’s the need kicking in. growing, everyday, either too much too fast, not even a notable amount, or in the perfect kind of way at just the right time. growing, everyday, until it dies.

Posted By Courtney On 02.08.2013 @ 12:22 pm