Entries By Misha
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promise
promise me that you wont hurt me. I know Ive asked that before and ill ask it again but please don’t break me. Ive been broken before and i ran out of glue and besides I like you. promise you wont hurt me? promise?
Posted By misha On 01.09.2013 @ 1:09 am
broadcast
i dont know about this word but i just see it on youtube , with every video .. well id like to broadcast my self broadcast this website and this experience i think its very broadcastable
Posted By Misha On 12.08.2012 @ 2:27 pm
broadcast…. i like to broadcast my self to the world sometimes in forms of skimpy clothing and gallons of makeup. that’s just what girls do they say we get dressed up and then go find a mate for the night. i like to broadcast myself not to find someone to fuck but so someone will notice that i am not invisible.
Posted By misha On 12.08.2012 @ 1:27 pm
roof
have you ever stood on the roof of a parking garage and looked down and imagined what it would be like to fall…. Not to die but to fall. what a beautiful feeling it must be that falling though I’m sure few can tell you but i want to feel that. I know that’s morbid maybe even suicidal but i want to fall!
Posted By misha On 12.06.2012 @ 5:39 pm
simple
there is no simplicity in the world. there never has been people talk about the good old days of simplicity but that is not true. the first time a human being said I love you and someone didnt say it back all simplicity went away
Posted By misha On 12.05.2012 @ 5:50 pm
both
both is it strange that i think of its opposite… neither. i have seen few instances when i can have both and often it is easier to have neither or to simply pretend that neither option was ever available to begin with.
Posted By misha On 12.03.2012 @ 11:32 am
himself
a concept internally or externally created and is that measured by herself or only the other way around. if i am measure by him i want to be a yard stick as well i will set the standard
Posted By misha On 11.30.2012 @ 12:28 pm
trap
Love is a trap. A filthy Mouse trap, that end in pain and despair. But there is nothing you can do about it. FAll and die!
Posted By Misha On 08.02.2012 @ 3:57 am
transform
change, the everlasting hope for something better.a constant suggestion of improvement. beyond the breach of the ‘practical’ or ‘possible’. an ecstatic promise of a better. brightest light at the end of the tunnel. the inspiration for revolt against convention and oppression of tradition and culture. the inception of a revolution.
Posted By Misha On 05.28.2012 @ 9:34 am
balloons
i honestly don’t have anything to say about this word. it doesn’t evoke any sort of creativity on my part.
Posted By misha On 04.27.2012 @ 11:34 am
swing
hi i like to swing. swings are fun. trees are fun. trees make me think of pandas. but pandas dont live in trees do they? koalas do. hmm. now im thinking of an umbrella. and raindrops. and koalas again. and now trains. and rainboots. this is so weird. TRAIN BOOTS.i dont want to keep writing. is time up. im thinking of a watch now. and batman. and koalas again. and a clock. and now back to the future.
Posted By misha On 03.06.2012 @ 1:02 pm
elastic
an elastic band around my wrist. they last for so long, like a companion on a part of my journey. each period of my life has a particular elastic hair band which accompanied it. as much a part of me and my times as anything else. but at the end of the month or so period of time it lasts, it is no more but the memories it was a part of remain
Posted By Misha On 08.10.2011 @ 7:25 pm
embraced
I find it hard to embrace, I hate showing love. To friends, family, anyone. The only thing I’ll embrace is a pillow at night. And I find everything better that way. Though, some may not. I’ve never understood that. How can someone just go around hugging and such, it’s disgusting. Well, I suppose that’s harsh. But, I could never do that. Anyways, I digress.
Posted By Misha On 06.13.2011 @ 6:50 pm
forgotten
i have forgotten my so much stuff in so many places in my life.
Posted By Misha On 05.15.2011 @ 9:17 pm
trailer
I was born in a trailer home. It’s not a very exciting beginning, or a very proud one, like what my grandparents would have wanted. What they expected, actually. They are a regal breed, the sort who live in the East and dress their grandchildren up for “high tea in the peony garden”. But no, I was the wild one, living in the trees and hiding beneath their feet..
Posted By Misha On 04.27.2011 @ 5:23 pm
acoustic
The sounds of his acoustic guitar swam through her ears like ripples in a pool. It made the whole ordeal both easier and harder at the same time. Harder, in that every note tugged on her heart, but easier in that the music drowned out the pattering of her bare feet on the worn hardwood floor. He would never know she left…
Posted By Misha On 04.18.2011 @ 11:10 pm
hysterical
laughing like a mad donkey the screams of hormonal girls furiously waving hands a mob crowd moving forward silence the causes time to slow down
Posted By misha On 04.14.2011 @ 12:37 pm
obsolete
Obsolete is a word used to describe technology. A word to describe something that is no longer current because of the passage of time. A word used to describe beliefs, computers, and people. To come full circle, one day it will be replaced some day by another word, because it is no longer worth using.
Posted By Misha On 04.13.2011 @ 9:01 am
trusted
It broke her, that night. She had put all of her trust All her years of hiding her little broken bits, the one behind her eyes, and finally poured them into his soul. She trusted him with every ounce of her being. That night, he just wanted things to stay exactly how they were for just a moment longer… before he shattered her between his fingers.
Posted By Misha On 03.31.2011 @ 12:44 am
gym
elementry school. low funding. gym teacher. leam girls. fun. excersize. healthy. must. children. laughter. fun happyness. sun excitement.
Posted By Misha On 03.17.2011 @ 2:39 pm
stage
The stage was lit up by huge spotlights. But all she could think of was the thousands of faces staring at her. Waiting to hear the next line. The next line that she had forgotten. Think. Think. But she could not remember. All those faces. All staring at her. How was she supposed to remember the next line? She looked around at the other characters trying to find some kind of hint in their expressions, their eyes, their poses…
Posted By Misha On 11.01.2010 @ 5:03 pm
sunlight
What I wouldn’t give for one more look at the sunlight. I have been trapped in my own head for too long. Since my death, everything has been a dark gray. Always sunless.
Posted By Misha On 10.11.2010 @ 3:53 pm
So bright. Almost yellow in the pictures. But it’s actually white. It has rays, but not the triangle ones the little kid draw in the corner of the page. If there no sunlight without darkness? Or is darkness the absence of light. Make sit too hot in the summer, but without it, we would freeze. Cast shadows, sometimes scary.
Posted By Misha On 10.11.2010 @ 3:51 pm
waiter
Once upon a time, there was a boy who’s life dream was to quickly move around a restaurant, serving food and drinks to patrons. It was his passion, his life goal to reach over $2000 in tips. But he was no waiter. No, he was a consumables distribution engineer.
Posted By Misha On 09.26.2010 @ 6:25 pm
formal
Whenever the gong struck, Dani felt the compuslive need to shower. It didn’t matter what she was wearing, or what she looked like at the time, it’s just the way things were. Even if she went out dancing with her friends, wearing her fanciest clothing and makeup, if the music for some reason had a gong in it, she would run to the bathroom and put her head in the sink, trying to rid herself of the imaginary filth the researchers had put in her mind.
Posted By Misha On 09.21.2010 @ 8:10 am
den
“We is gonna take da keep, ya? And den we go up da stairs to da princess’ room, and we take ‘er fer da ransom.”
Posted By Misha On 09.12.2010 @ 6:03 pm
upstairs
In the attic, there’s a certain box. It’s filled with Christmas decorations and half of a fake tree. It also has a dead body. It’s been there for a few years, and every time the box is taken downstairs to decorate with, the body is left inside. Sometimes we look at it, out of a sort of morbid curiosity, but none of us have the guts to actually take it out and bury it. That would involve actually touching the thing.
Posted By Misha On 09.11.2010 @ 11:36 am
horses
My friend likes horses. I mean REALLY likes horses. It used to be somewhat of an obsession. Still is, if the plethora of posters in her room is anything to go by. In grade school, she was the Crazy Horse Girl, and would make stables on the baseball diamond. I’m guessing this would be problematic if people actually wanted to play baseball.
Posted By Misha On 09.10.2010 @ 12:24 pm
calling
i like to think that writing is my calling in life, but that hasn’t happened lately. or, for the past few months, actually. why do i let my friends cripple me like this? or more likely it’s me that’s doing the crippling. this just might be the universe telling me that the ending that i’m trhing to force upon the story just isn’t right. but i can’t think of a proper ending. and the idea of getting started again, after a hiatis of this long is rather frightening, actually. so, i’m probably a coward. o
Posted By Misha On 09.06.2010 @ 7:09 pm
