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an old withered hand reached out to gently touch my cheek. it simply wanted to contact itself with a smooth piece of new flesh; this was a hand who wished not to harm, but instead to appreciated the new and the fresh. it was gentle, it was leathery, it made me wonder about the texture of it. i wondered not about myself, but instead about the hand. elderly, and full of experience, it was something only it–the hand which touched me–could explain to my soft new skin. thirsty and alone, the hand eventually retreated back to the body on which it was attached. i wondered how long the arm was to be able to touch me, get under my skin and into my brain like it did.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 03.11.2013 @ 7:02 am

the dark force. thunderstorms. yaaaay being in a hurricane i dont know what to say this word isn’t that interesting. omg um poop forcing me to clean my room my mom does that all the time hahahahahhaha what i dont know why is there so much time?

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.26.2011 @ 7:31 am

silk. soft, smooth, fancy. i capture the castle. fine things beautiful homes and bathrooms with silken towels. silk makes me feel like im a classy lady from the 1800s. funny, cause i have silk underwear

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.23.2011 @ 7:08 pm

sinking. my heart is sinking into the ground each second i delve deeper into this cavern that is my feelings for you. i miss who you were. and the thought that that person is gone, perhaps forever, is awful. it makes my hear sink. lower than quicksand goes, lower than under the oil mines, lower than underground and out the other side of the earth.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.22.2011 @ 8:04 pm

transportation. the metro. You see a lot of different faces, and it’s interesting to see what people are carrying, wearing, etc. Sometimes i see who will meet my gaze, and who will hold it the longest. Sometimes there are people who smell delicious, and sometimes all i smell is pee and the lack of deodorant.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.20.2011 @ 2:41 pm

missed ohhh a good one.

i looked around me, wondering how it had gotten to this. How had i allowed myself to fall this deep into this mess? it was all because of that stupid thing. that one stupid, stupid thing that he had told me. Three little words, and they held so much significance to me. he had told me he missed me.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.19.2011 @ 2:25 pm

deer god. hahahahahaa

weirdly enough i was just on tumblr, and the last post i saw before i came to this website was a picture of these cute little deer figures. i find that a little funny. maybe that’s just me. ummmmmm nothing really comes to mind about deer. except deer. antlers, maybe. park rangers. yogi bear? okay.

this day was like a fail…

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.18.2011 @ 2:22 pm

this is such a complex word. When i see it, a million thoughts race through my head. Will i succeed in life? Will i succeed in my goals that are close to now? Will i succeed in my future goals? Succeed. That can mean so many, many things. Many people succeed in many different ways. Succeeding really isn’t a word with a specific definition. It’s one of those words that you have to live and learn to define.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.17.2011 @ 2:33 pm

repeat. pete and repeat were on a boat. pete fell off. who was left? repeat.

when i think of repeat, i think of songs that i have just bought/downloaded onto my ipod. i listen to them nonstop, if i really like them, which usually i do. Then i get really tired of them and don’t listen to them for a while. Also, lips of an angel by hinder. that was the first song i got on my first ipod. and i listened to it so much that now i refuse to listen to it because i hate it. i am still tired of it.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.16.2011 @ 12:37 pm

capital punishment.

The prisoner sat in his cell, alone. he knew what was coming. he had known for a long while now. so why he was feeling so scared was a mystery to him. He had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling, being in a position so serious as his own, but definitely not what he was feeling at the moment. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. This was the last time he was going to be here, alone, dependent. In next hour and a half, he was going to be led out to take his last breaths. It was time for him to die.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.14.2011 @ 12:46 pm

makes me think of rubber bands. OH rubber bands. those things that you can stretch any which way, and they will always bounce back and retain their original shape. Kind of how i wish i was. I wish i could be stretched, changed, and still bounce back to my original shape. But i guess people aren’t really like that, are they?

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.10.2011 @ 7:42 pm

blank canvas. that is what i see in front of me. And i’m supposed to fill it, fill it with art, words, beautiful things that bring something out of the people who see it. And as i stare longer and longer at the lingering emptiness, i channel all of the things that make me feel empty. And all of a sudden the emptiness is crowded with the creative workings of my brain.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 08.07.2011 @ 7:13 pm

painting. whenever i think of thief, i think of someone who steals paintings. I don’t know why. Perhaps because i love museums. i love paintings, and galleries, and that everything carries a different story. i love it, and i could spend all day at a museum.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 05.24.2011 @ 6:09 am

boats and sailing. sberry topsiders. wedding crashers. i wish i was rich and could have a sailboat to take out whenever i felt like it. I wish i had lost of money and i could wear sberrys all the time and white pants and blue and white stripes. Rowing is the way to go in college because not many people do it and scholarships are available.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 05.10.2011 @ 8:23 am

bikers. cancer patients. “it’s like you don’t even have cancer!” family guy. banana. american flag. green. pirate. pirate party when i was younger, for my friend lydia. treasure hunt. X marks the spot.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 05.03.2011 @ 9:02 am

acoustic guitar. relaxing music. spring, summer, bonfires, ukulele, hawaii, beach, electric guitar, piano, music, pretty

Posted By Emily Cashour On 04.19.2011 @ 5:35 am

That undying thirst, it was something that only the world could quench. i had to go, to leave, to never return. only seeing everything, tasting the air, feeling the vibes of all the people, that was the only thing that would quench it. i closed the door to my bedroom, and said goodbye. This was it. i was finally going to taste the freedom i had longed for for so long.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 04.11.2011 @ 8:49 am

sometimes i sit and think about when i will be the alumni of my school. i will look back, wondering why high school went as fast as it did. so many memories, and barely enough time until i moved onto college. my class will always be in my thoughts. i will always remember what people were the funniest, which kids were weird, and the time that cute guy talked to me. i blink, and im going back for a reunion. all of a sudden, i turn around, and my own children are in college. Then, i sit down and remember that thinking about when i will be out of high school is stupid. i should enjoy it now so that i will have lots to remember when i look back.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 04.09.2011 @ 7:03 pm

i wandered lonely as a cloud. two roads diverged in a yellow wood. sometimes i like to just go outside and wander through my neighborhood. wandering in the woods makes me relaxed. i could wander on the beach just finding things for my entire lifetime. wandering is just fun sometimes.

Posted By Emily Cashour On 03.15.2011 @ 6:27 am