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the jet of bubbles came so quickly it knocked me off my feet. i couldn’t help but realize he was still standing even though the immense amount of air was pushing on both of us equally and perhaps that shows you something about our stability. i was always a little more psychotic than him i suppose and perhaps that is why i cannot balance.

Posted By Hayley On 05.17.2013 @ 7:09 pm

The planters hanging in the backyard Swinging in the wind Remind me of you when times were better But now you’re gone And all that remains is the smell of your flowers And the loneliness that comes With waking up in an empty bed

Posted By Hayley On 04.24.2013 @ 9:23 pm

In the wind the branch bowed to the wind and the leaves cheered gracefully as the sun rose. The branch was strong but over the many years of life, children had swung on it and broken its will to live.

Posted By Hayley On 04.12.2013 @ 10:51 pm

There’s an anchor sitting on my chest Tied to each of my ankles and and each of my wrists. I think of them too much Twist them into a million heavy burdens As they drag me down and keep me still. I whimper under their weight so much And it’s not until they let me go Until I feel light, but too dark That I see them like you do. Not burdens, but mementos Holding my hands and stealing my breath. Big rusty embraces, whispering Please don’t leave me alone.

Posted By Hayley On 04.11.2013 @ 11:25 pm

He was about to die. He knew it, he just could not face it. But he had to, and that was all right.

Posted By Hayley On 02.28.2013 @ 3:13 pm

I applied my fingers to the keys. He would never know, could never know; hell, SHOULD never know. It was too unspeakable, what I had done. It wasn’t even my fault… I continued to strike each key on the piano, my fingertips brushing the white plastic, forcing out each note crystal clear.

Posted By Hayley On 01.20.2013 @ 7:50 pm

power. key. better. higher class. makes you better than someone else. looked up too by others.

Posted By hayley On 01.10.2013 @ 7:47 pm

Maybe He was a She. Lord She. Females need a true inspiration. Why cant there be the God and Godess.

Posted By Hayley On 01.04.2013 @ 4:58 pm

The ampount of bullshit drama I have to put up with in highschool is ridiculous. Who cares whos dating who? Who cares if someone decides ti have sex, it’s their life. Why do people act like that. Why are teenagers such judgemental asshole. I’ve gotten in such little amount of drama in highschool, it’s funny. I just stay out of it. It isnt hard! So I dont get why so many people cant.

Posted By Hayley On 01.02.2013 @ 6:34 pm

The season I am currently living in is Winter. But when I look out my window I see nothing but a depression. No snow. Just bare trees and bitter concrete.

Posted By Hayley On 12.21.2012 @ 12:21 am

Not a lot of things. Especially not life. I wish it was. But don’t we all?

Posted By Hayley On 12.05.2012 @ 8:21 pm

We both have something to feel. Whether we believe it or not, both of our feelings matter just as much as the other. Both of us are tied together. Both of us feel. Both of us are entitled to breathe. Both of us are entitled. It’s real. This “bothness” that we feel. We’re connected through this thing. We’re both here. We’re both together. Let’s both love.

Posted By Hayley On 12.04.2012 @ 9:08 am

Squares are the four sided shapes that describe most of our daily lives. Our lives are like squares that never end, it’s just the same thing everyday the only difference is when we finally get to that corner and have to start again.

Posted By Hayley On 11.23.2012 @ 7:20 pm

People work for me They call them am employee They don’t get paid as much But it doesn’t matter to me They will work their way up To the top maybe Someday I was one once But no longer You’ll see

Posted By Hayley On 11.15.2012 @ 9:49 pm

Since, Sincinaty, Cincinnatti, sin sin natti! Natalie, stop sinning so much. Such a sinning sinner little Natalie Cincinnatti. Frank Sinatri. So is this supposed to make sense? What’s the purpose?

Posted By Hayley On 10.14.2012 @ 5:00 am

To have a power in something.

Posted By Hayley On 10.09.2012 @ 11:37 am

forever and always.

Posted By hayley On 09.17.2012 @ 7:31 pm

That asthma attack was worse than anyone I’d ever seen. She was grey in the face, a vein pulsating in her forehead. Her hand clutched at her chest and her expression was one of frank panic. She reminded me of my grandma the day she had a heart attack and died a few minutes later. That was the day I totally lost it and quit my job as doctor.

Posted By Hayley On 09.14.2012 @ 12:19 am

Dysfunctional is the state of not being able to function.

Posted By Hayley On 09.13.2012 @ 6:14 am

The ties that bind are mostly metaphorical. Mostly.

The black binding was hot and heavy on my wrists, and I struggling pitifully, desperate to evade my captor. No avail, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. I could see the blonde hair of my friend, vaguely visible through the haze of drugs they gave me. Vague names to faces was all I could do as they pushed me through a plain, wooden door.

Posted By Hayley On 09.10.2012 @ 10:35 pm

Binds tie and never let go, they can be used to secure things and keep them safe, comfortable and secure, binds. Binding can hurt like Chinese feet, but they didn’t mind they just thought it was beautiful.

Posted By Hayley On 09.10.2012 @ 5:52 pm

The white headphones efficiently blocked out an noise the passengers were making. I lent my head against the cool bus window, my breath clearing a patch of condensation. I wished for this reign to end, for this reign of terror to stop. But I knew it wouldn’t. All I could do was keep my head down and hope for the best. But even as I thought my wish, I felt a jostle by my side and my brain froze on the last word.I turned my head slowly to the right, and came face to face with the Leader.

Posted By Hayley On 09.09.2012 @ 3:30 am

Its funny you mention that wor, texture.. I was just looking at my skin, examining all the creases yet still it has this smooth feeling.. I love his skin. the smell, the touch, the color. We have a good texture together, I think. Lots of creases but its never uncomfortable. Its so good to finally be comfortable in my own skin.

Posted By Hayley On 09.01.2012 @ 9:26 pm

Its funny you mention that wor, texture.. I was just looking at my skin, examining all the creases yet still it has this smooth feeling.. I love his skin. the smell, the touch, the color. We have a good texture together, I think. Lots of creases but its never uncomfortable.

Posted By Hayley On 09.01.2012 @ 9:21 pm

Darlings are people who you care about. they are interesting and cute and have no bad things to say about you or anyone else. The same goes for you. They are people that have helped you out in the past and you would do anything for them. Darlings can be people in your family ho you have enjoyed spending time with.

Posted By Hayley On 08.31.2012 @ 8:50 am

what an epidemic in our country where this is something women have to fear on a daily basis. we’re teaching our women and girls to avoid this situation at all costs when we should teach our men not to do it.

Posted By Hayley On 08.07.2012 @ 9:01 pm

The more I thought about the homework I was assigned, I felt a growing pain in my stomach. The world was just moving and I couldn’t find a way to stop it. God damn them, god damn the world for making me live through my life. Especially when there was nothing quite exhilirating about the one I was given.

Posted By Hayley On 07.29.2012 @ 12:09 pm

It is usually round in shape and you can open doors with it. It is always attached to doors and is usually made from wood, metal or even plastic. Maybe most materials can make door knobs.

Posted By Hayley On 07.14.2012 @ 3:32 am

Bandages. You are a brown sticker that heals many a wound. Sometimes you are of no use, but for the little things, you are there. It’s not hard to find you. You are always there to help with all the little frusterations I have.

Posted By Hayley On 07.12.2012 @ 3:37 pm

Thinking about the past in a terrible way. A complete waste of time yet it is done by humans incessantly. Why are we drawn to dwelling? It feels good for some reason. A beautiful misery. Maybe we are looking for something more within this dwelling. Or maybe it’s our nature.

Posted By Hayley On 06.24.2012 @ 1:27 am