Entries By Lora
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destined
the idealists are blind to the festering sickness that dwells silently within their hopes, destined to corrupt them with uncontrolled brutality.
Posted By Lora On 03.27.2013 @ 7:23 am
secret
Secrets tear people down, but we need them, don’t we? If we don’t have secrets, we lose ourselves. We become what others see, but who we really are disappears. When I’m in a relationship that’s getting too intense, I create new secrets so I have something for me.
Posted By Lora On 08.03.2012 @ 5:53 pm
advice
Advice are useless. They are lies of amateurs who have little to no brain cells at all of how hard and painfully unbelievable it is to be a writer.
Posted By Lora On 10.16.2011 @ 8:47 am
warned
I warned all the students that not doing the reading would have dire consequences, but one really didn’t listen. He actually teased the others for doing their reading, but I’m sure he regretted it later when he did not receive a check plus like he wanted to. And what’s with a check plus anyway? So ambiguous.
Posted By Lora On 10.05.2011 @ 1:28 pm
convinced
Curiosity is convinced like any human being would be. It is convinced that it is unsure, that it must dare, take chance and hope. It is also convinced that its also unsure and quite stupid for its own worth. Its convinced of its own weaknesses.
Posted By Lora On 09.23.2011 @ 9:23 pm
couch
it’s a trap, this couch. With no promises and obligations to set you on edge. What will you do once it has caught you? I doubt you’d do much, I doubt you’d be able to move at all. You’re a corpse waiting to be buried six feet times ten under. It’s unbecoming of a couch to do anything else.
Posted By Lora On 09.21.2011 @ 4:32 pm
celebrate
Celebrate the grip of his fist against your neck and the clench of your things around his waist. Celebrate the breath that you share and the moans and whimpers that fog your ears. Celebrate the sex. Celebrate the climax. Celebrate human nature and instinct.
Posted By Lora On 09.19.2011 @ 4:57 pm
average
You are the distinct average of an average world that never ceases to not-amaze you. You have little to hope, very little to expect from yourself. What of others then?
Posted By Lora On 09.15.2011 @ 6:52 pm
rally
Humans rally like animals and monsters, rallying for what? They’re for hate and chaos, greed and lust for power. They have heights below to fill just right. It’s enough,
Posted By Lora On 09.13.2011 @ 12:31 pm
trade
It was immensely easy to trade away my responsibilities. I’m afraid I must reveal the prolonged uncovered truth; I feel no obligation towards anyone. I find each and every human being a pest to be rid of.
Posted By Lora On 09.13.2011 @ 1:35 am
distinguished
Life, the distinguished guest of honor praised by all things unpleasant, horrid, despicable, foul, merciless, disastrous, chaotic and heartless.
Posted By Lora On 09.11.2011 @ 10:00 am
clipped
Teeth clipped my eyes. Fangs clipped my nose. False innocence clipped freedom.
Posted By Lora On 09.10.2011 @ 10:28 am
bars
Standing above the bars, He stared down at his world and thought with hint of sarcasm and fondness, “They’re all going to hell.” He smirked.
Posted By Lora On 09.08.2011 @ 3:19 pm
insect
Beneath the glaring eyes of the moon, an insect tip-toed with sweat trailing down his shiny forehead. The last night of escape. His buzzing was deafening, taunting.
Posted By Lora On 09.07.2011 @ 2:46 am
ant
It’s impossible not to find oneself in the position of an ant. The world is a garbage dump festered with insects, mostly roaches. we are not so different.
Posted By Lora On 09.06.2011 @ 4:19 am
pepper
Pepper up one’s face. Pepper up one’s brain. Pepper up one’s feet and hands. Pepper up one’s eyes. You’re hot. Feisty.
Posted By Lora On 09.04.2011 @ 2:51 am
salt
It was difficult to sprinkle the salt upon your face. I might’ve been tempted to rub it against your cheeks until they burn red, skin peeled roughly.
Posted By Lora On 09.03.2011 @ 9:03 am
sponge
Desperately awaiting for the judgement to be sponged from my sight and my ears, I buried my fist against her face until she smiled with blood.
Posted By Lora On 09.02.2011 @ 4:12 am
offer
So much one can offer to a world that takes so vainly. I’ve lost most of sanity just to fit in the crowd. What else is there to give? When I’m no longer human?
Posted By Lora On 08.31.2011 @ 12:47 am
mist
Her breath was gradually choked by his mist; overpowering her in such a way that her mind swam in complete unconsciousness, intoxicating her every limb and rationality.
Posted By Lora On 08.29.2011 @ 11:15 am
chance
Enough with chances, worthless endeavors that will do little but swallow your every ounce of hope and humanity. Please, enough. I’d like to vanish in my own spit.
Posted By Lora On 08.28.2011 @ 8:20 pm
secretary
The world in which I live in blossomed in chaotic clusters of secretaries; documenting, judging and noting down my every move. Pests, these people are.
Posted By Lora On 08.27.2011 @ 2:59 pm
destruction
gradually, these eyes witnessed the destruction of the life it held. Crumbling so gracefully, the eyes danced with constant joy and felt an overpowering desire to weep.
Posted By Lora On 08.26.2011 @ 4:09 pm
umbrella
The sun glazed frightfully down his skin, entering through him, as though he was none but invisible as he was carried by the woman. The umbrella wept rain, one he can never protect from.
Posted By Lora On 08.25.2011 @ 10:49 am
poison
The poison coiled its stale odor within my nostrils, tainting my every being. The bitterness of it was pure, utter bliss.
Posted By Lora On 08.21.2011 @ 9:33 pm
transport
Upon transport, the souls glared down the bodies flushed against one another; a crowd of pale, lifeless, skin and rotting flesh; blood drained, face blank. They shrugged haughtily, uncaring. Fuck them worthless humans.
Posted By Lora On 08.20.2011 @ 1:58 pm
missed
Further missed in the eyes of those she trusted, betrayal was sweet and lovely; flowing flawlessly through her slit throat. Such pure bliss, the warmth of her blood.
Posted By Lora On 08.20.2011 @ 6:37 am
deer
Quite an odd threshold, this life is. We find ourselves standing before a rotting deer, his eyes feasted by cluster of flies, his mouth gapping from the hordes of insects caping inside. Quite a beauty, indeed.
Posted By Lora On 08.19.2011 @ 7:33 am
succeed
the pursuits we venture on, such heights beyond our reach, already proves man’s constant desire to flaw himself. We succeed in failing. We do it so beautifully and earnestly. Perfect tragedy.
Posted By Lora On 08.17.2011 @ 12:00 pm
