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Airstream? I don’t even really know what this means. I guess it makes me this of jets. Planes. That kind of stuff. Like the trail of smoke a jet leaves behind in its wake. That some people write words with.

Posted By Megan On 05.18.2013 @ 10:11 am

New York city, bustling streets, smoke clouds fill the excited nicotine filled air, a group of 5 fashions come strutting down central street.

Posted By Megan On 05.16.2013 @ 4:36 pm

When I was younger, I tried to dye my hair an auburn color. I thought, “why not be up for a change?” Boy, was I wrong. My room mate had switched the labels (Happy April Fools Day) with a pink dye bottle, and my hair was the color of cotton candy for three months. Talk about having a hard time at work.

Posted By Megan On 05.13.2013 @ 8:17 am

Loom and doom, a rightful rhyme, say I. Vast emptiness is often associated with an omen, with impending terror, with a loss of something or a fright of some sort. Loom. The characterization of violent peace.

Posted By Megan On 05.10.2013 @ 4:11 pm

I feel into an ocean of salty solute. I wasn’t wet, nor was i dry. I shriveld up and i dissolved. The paper of my thin heart went away, and that was okay because i now know that i could no longer feel pain from the salty wound any longer.

Posted By Megan On 05.02.2013 @ 12:43 pm

there once was a girl who dissolved everything she ever touched. she was very pretty but couldn’t touch anything because it would dissolve. she was very lonely. one day she met a boy who could fix anything with a single touch. they fell in love. they could not touch, but they made world a better place

Posted By Megan On 05.01.2013 @ 9:16 pm

like the clasp on a purse. it opens and closes. It holds thing together even when things feel like they’re falling apart. A clasp is metal, hard, shinny. I want a wallet with a clasp one day. and a daughter to have a purse with a clasp on it. A clasp can hold jewelry around your neck. Pretty jewelry.

Posted By Megan On 04.27.2013 @ 7:38 pm

He stands silently trying not to think, trying not to breath the musty smell of the jail.

He thinks of cocaine, the soft white powder that he had abused so many times before.

And wonders if, perhaps, it’s anything like ‘riding the lightening.’ Maybe, he’s already dead.

Posted By Megan On 04.26.2013 @ 8:01 pm

The pins fall all of them felled by one fat, stupid ball.

Of course, this ball is hurled by a supreme force

but who knows that? The pins? Surely not!

They are lost in their world, in the cycle of being knocked over

just to fall again.

Posted By Megan On 04.25.2013 @ 1:07 pm

Chess is one of the oldest games known to mankind. It also makes a perfect analogy for many aspects of everyday life where there is a clear winner and loser.

Posted By Megan On 04.23.2013 @ 1:29 pm

Coffee. Beautiful, delicious coffee. I had some for the first time today in 30-Days. It was fantastic! I didn’t exactly get the same buzz that I normally do from it, but I did feel a bit more energized, and happier, and oddly more relaxed as the day progressed. I know I’m addicted to it, and it’s sad. Not to caffeine though, just coffee.

Posted By Megan On 04.22.2013 @ 8:28 pm

Once I ran into this old man on the street. I mean, SMACK! straight into him. He was mumbling something about a trash can on 33rd and Smith but I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about so I just kept walking. It’s funny, because when I got to 33rd and Smith, there was no trash can at all, just a strange-looking box that flashed into my eyes and then– trash can… 33rd and smith… i thought… trash… thought it was…. trash can…. smith… trash can…

Posted By Megan On 04.16.2013 @ 8:17 pm

“Welfare?” Christine sighed. “WELFARE?! I DON’T HAVE TIME TO THINK ABOUT THE SILLY CHILDS WELFARE. SHE WAS LEFT IN MY CARE AND I SHALL TREAT HER AS I LIKE. I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE, AT ONCE!”

Posted By Megan On 04.10.2013 @ 4:00 pm

This is the third time I have written for this word today. Terrible, isn’t it? I am absolutely disgusted: BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS

Posted By Megan On 04.10.2013 @ 3:58 pm

Trench warfare. Brutally cruel. Cruelly brutal. Over-the-top. Even worse.

Posted By Megan On 04.09.2013 @ 9:54 am

Hiding is not my favorite game – just something I have to do from time to time. I want to get out, to brave the fire flying overhead and see who else is out there, above ground, wandering around, looking. I want to get out of the cold dark nest. I will try again and again, and I know you will be there when I finally stick my head out. Is it worth it? I must know.

Posted By Megan On 04.09.2013 @ 7:01 am

A trench. A muddy hole in the ground. A place where I hide with my gun. Cold. Dark. Scary. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Hope a bomb doesn’t explode. Hoping a bullet doesn’t shatter my face. Funny, how scared I am to die, since death seems like a better option than this all encompassing anxiety of war. Can’t we just get it over with? Instead I have to wait for death, wondering when it will come.

Posted By Megan On 04.08.2013 @ 2:15 pm

look out for danger! Do not enter! Seeing this word always gives me that eerie, haunted house feeling. Like I’m somewhere that the word itself knows I shouldn’t be… Like it’s saying to me “I’m watching you, but you still better watch yourself.” I always err on the side of the safe. Beware.

Posted By Megan On 03.20.2013 @ 2:34 pm

The truth of the matter was that I was undeniably insane. I really don’t think anyone noticed it so much as I felt it. It wasn’t anything I was outwardly doing, it was just how I felt. It seemed to me that what was going on inside of me was more a war than it was a delicate symphony.

Posted By Megan On 03.19.2013 @ 1:53 am

The cities glittered beautifully. We looked down on the people and their lives, disconnected from whatever troubles they had or things they hoped for. “Come.” Our leader whispered. Heads held high, we made our way unnaturally fast through the forest outside the city. It was time to shake things up.

Posted By Megan On 03.17.2013 @ 11:20 am

I am a weakling. Today I tried lifting up a box of soda, you know, the ones restaurants use in their machines? Well, I couldn’t. I felt so weak. And hopeless. I started crying. But I was terrified someone would come see me so I stopped crying and just left the empty box hanging from its hose.

Posted By Megan On 03.04.2013 @ 12:03 am

Fuck, this is relevant. I’m done feeling this way. I’m so tired of feeling inadequate. I’m sick and tired of being exhausted out of my mind while at the same time feeling like I’m not good enough.

But the thing is I don’t know what to do about it. There’s no way to let it out, no way to keep it in. I can’t let go, but I can’t hold on.

Posted By Megan On 03.03.2013 @ 10:36 pm

she stumbled into the dark cave, her breath coming in short puffs. She had been running for a long time now, still unsure if she had lost her captors. She floundered through the water that had pooled in the bottom of the cave and crouched, waiting.

Posted By Megan On 02.23.2013 @ 1:58 pm

Stopped and waiting. Paused. Halt, horses halting. Transmission stick shift stalling. No progression. Stuck, help. Taking a break, monotone No idea how to move on from it.

Posted By Megan On 02.22.2013 @ 4:12 pm

Her skin was pale and leathery. As I stroked her cheek, I was reminded of all the times we’d shared. “I love you” I said, one last time. She closed her eyes and the breath left her chest, leaving her motionless in my arms. After 74 years of love, I’m now left alone.

Posted By Megan On 02.21.2013 @ 4:01 pm

as the man stepped off of the top of the building and plunged toward the ground he smiled. the wind swept through his hair, and made each piece flail. his arms on the other hand did not flail as you might expect someone who is about too die to do, but instead they were outstretched like the wings of an eagle.

Posted By Megan On 02.18.2013 @ 9:01 pm

i ran and flailed my arms as i tried to catch the taxi cab that was just driving away. “bastard” i muttered under my breath and looked around in the busy streets for another one. None, just my luck. I stood outside the courthouse freezing waiting for another to drive by, why hadn’t i brought a jacket i silently asked myself.

Posted By Megan On 02.18.2013 @ 8:58 pm

The weight of the world is crushing my weak shoulders. I’m so physically and mentally exhausted. I don’t know what kind of life this is and I sometimes don’t want to carry on. I’m just going to lay down right now and go to sleep and forget the world.

Posted By Megan On 02.18.2013 @ 7:05 am

It is a heavy, fat, awful passenger, riding on you shoulders, complaining about the ride, and yet demanding you move forward.

Posted By Megan On 02.17.2013 @ 2:16 pm

One day there was an elderly woman and she was always fatigued. She couldn’t dress herself, she couldn’t feed herself, and she couldn’t go out and feed the birds. She had to have her loving grandson help her, until one day, she became so fatigued, she couldn’t even wake up.

Posted By Megan On 02.16.2013 @ 1:52 pm