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I feel this This animosity But I can’t see it Not passed you and your seersucker tie

and it’s like you’re so cool and i’m so unlike myself that I can’t pull myself together in a knot like the seersucker tie.

Posted By Mollie On 05.05.2013 @ 7:01 pm

I don’t know what to talk about nor do I know really how to use Metro in a sentence therefore this shall be the sentence I use Metro in.

Posted By Mollie On 04.19.2013 @ 8:10 am

A little story you call a “tale” could also be seen as a lie.

Posted By Mollie On 03.12.2013 @ 8:13 am

A guy committed a murder and he was sentenced to death immediately.

Posted By Mollie On 03.01.2013 @ 8:16 am

she willed herself to get out of bed. it was such a gloomy and bleary-dreary day so this was quite a difficult thing to do. if only the sun was shining then the task ahead might be a bit easier! but, if she could will herself to begin then maybe it would be okay.

Posted By mollie On 02.16.2013 @ 7:28 am

I told him he couldn’t cook and he looked at me with a vicious stare. “I can make scrambled eggs.” “Yes,” I said to him, peering down at the poorly animated yellow matter on my plate. “But I asked for them to be sunny-side up.” He scoffed and turned abruptly to his still-sizzliing frying pan. “Third times a charm,” He sighed. It was a wonder how he managed to make three beautiful children, but he had yet to master the art of breakfast.

Posted By Mollie On 12.01.2012 @ 10:05 pm

He stood across the room and brushed the wrinkles out of his plaid shirt, looking up at me with a smile that only I could find consuming. I was so absolutely drawn into the light that gleamed in his gold iruses that I almost forgot I had just speant the last ten minutes squawking incessantly about his dirty habits in relation to my clean ones. He was pleased with himself, I could tell by the way he glided like an awkward ballerina over a pile of dirty boxer-briefs. I couldn’t help but crack a smile, and kneel down to pick them up.

Posted By Mollie On 11.30.2012 @ 8:43 pm

everything i have is gone. i don’t have any emotion anymore or feelings or sympathy. no compassion. i hate everything, i have no future, no ambition. everything i once loved, every thing i did in my spare time, it’s all gone. i don’t know why; i wish i knew why. i wish i knew why i was such a failure and i wish i knew why i have such an absence of future. some fix me please please fix me because all i want is to be normal again. fitting in would be quite nice, also happy. i’d love to be happy.

Posted By mollie On 10.12.2012 @ 7:17 pm

anything is possible until you walk into the room and i suddenly see that awful piece of lint on your suit that drives me insane, so I pick it off innocently, but what seemed innocent in my mind has catastrophically morphed into something that i didn’t realize i missed until that piece of fuzz began to fall from my fingertips, just like i did from yours. i’m waiting for the cement to break my fall.

Posted By Mollie On 10.06.2012 @ 10:34 pm

The walls were closing in, but I had plenty of ways to escape. Too many. Like hoardes upon hoards of just endless capillaries, hallways, rooms, all begging me with anxious fingers to choose. I’ve never been down this read before. Maybe it’ll be nice. But I deliberately picked my road to demise.

Posted By Mollie On 10.05.2012 @ 10:14 am

I want to start over. Many days I awake with a bitter resentment; a rather nostalgic feeling of memories I’ve never sowed, or even imagined. When did I become such a wreck? I ask to begin again, but a hand holds me back, like a mother would stope a child in an amusement park, restraining them from all of the delicious wonders of the funnel cake stand. If only it seemed that easy anymore. I always thought the first time was the hardest, but when it comes to living a fulfilling life, it’s just the opposite. But after time and time again, the cycle must always start over; more difficult than the last.

Posted By Mollie On 09.21.2012 @ 5:46 am

I can’t even see in the dark. Things aren’t as they seem, either. He lights up my life like a firework, despite his rather drab appearance. And I can tell that he is less than popular, his ratty jeans never did scream J. Crew. But something about his smile made all of that disappear–it was real.

Posted By Mollie On 09.19.2012 @ 5:47 am

The baggy blue jeans sag off of my fatigued legs, begging for a direction to swirl in the breeze. I need to clean, but here I am, procrastinating with potatoes and dripping with sweat. Today is like any other day, a robins-egg-blue sky and wispy clouds; no calamity and perfect soil. Life is subtle, at wind’s mercy like our willow trees by the creek. He places his grimy, thick gloves on my shoulders, giving them a squeeze, and then a kiss. Our garden is finally finished, alive.

Posted By Mollie On 09.16.2012 @ 4:43 pm

I lingered into the kitchen, sticky with sweat from a late summer solstice. I leaned on the cold tiles of the island stove, my biceps erupting with goosebumps. Fried green tomatoes. A taste of home, holiday; a taste of West Virginia. No amount of pepto bismol would suffice the pleasuble stomache-ache that was about to come.

Posted By Mollie On 09.14.2012 @ 9:32 pm

Pulsating lungs; swimming through vast oceans and seas for just one fingerprint upon my collarbone, your fingerprint, sizzles like an iron on my epidermis. Your touch is absent minded, and i feel it each day i wake up on a lonely bed with the cutains drawn. Things have never been so contorted.

Posted By Mollie On 09.13.2012 @ 7:21 pm

such a big word, there are a lot of them. in reality they mean very little while providing very much. they help create balance and reassure us of our good moments.

Posted By Mollie On 07.31.2012 @ 4:48 am

pour out my heart. He wants ME to pour out my heart to HIM. that’s a joke if i ever heard one. I will not put myself on the line for a man who I love more than life itself. He is my best friend and i will not ruin our friendship this way.

Posted By Mollie On 06.16.2012 @ 5:48 pm

mayor what is a mayor. Is a mayor a major pain in the ass? I mean come on a mayor rules the town. he makes the laws, he sets the rules, the states

Posted By Mollie On 06.15.2012 @ 11:14 pm

brief means short and small eg: on the weekend i went to a horse race, the race was very brief and boring. eg: in the last school holidays i went to a fair and there was a balloon and it was very brief (it popped)

brief is a word that can be used to mean small or short.

Posted By mollie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:37 pm

brief means short and small brief starts with a B the last letter on the word brief is F there are 5 letters in the word brief there are two vowels

eg: short mini definition: brief means something or someone that is short (smaller than others) eg: i have read a very brief story the girl was very brief. her hair is very brief.

Posted By mollie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:32 pm

brief means short brief starts with a B the last letter on the word brief is F there are 5 letters in the word brief there are two vowels eg: short mini definition: brief means something or someone that is short (smaller than others)

Posted By mollie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:30 pm

brief. brief i dont know what it means brief means short brief starts with a B the last letter on the word brief is F there are 5 letters in the word brief there are two vowels

Posted By mollie On 06.12.2012 @ 4:21 pm

When I was six I went to a seaside port with the parents, I had candyfloss, my sister had a hot dog but dropped it on some seaweed. Then we went to the aquarium, I liked the dolphins but when I saw the squid I slipped on a puddle and hurt my head and my hair went all curly from being wet. Mum told me that sea creatures have magical powers and my hair would never be straight again, she was right.

Posted By Mollie On 09.23.2011 @ 11:02 am

A pouch is what Kangeroo’s have to hold their baby Roos. Baby Roos are called Joeys. Joey is a character on friends, there is also a man named Joey Richter. Joey Richter loves blink-182 and pizza. blink-182 are my favourite band. Mark hoppus plays bass. Mark Hoppus and Joey Richter are my favourite humans.

Posted By Mollie On 09.16.2011 @ 1:57 pm

moving produce not local trains train hopping. harvey hops trains. i miss him. he about took off his foot one time. i wish he would come back to me. i am so worried about him. he;s my best friend. i think I am in love with him.

Posted By mollie On 08.20.2011 @ 10:01 pm

Far into the seething dark, rolling stars make their trail, their burning stories. I wait for the light, to illumine my book, the last pages growing dim with shadow. I hold the fox trail to my nose, how candid, the path he is found prancing in the moonlight, comfortable in his solitary night-fur. How much longer do I have? The whole earth, turned to settle me, bring me to the middle nerves, let them still like soup resting in a bowl.

Posted By Mollie On 04.02.2011 @ 7:26 pm

they hurt your feet. They give you the most feminie of sillouhettes yet they cause so much pain, but are so necessary to attract the opposite sex

Posted By mollie On 03.15.2011 @ 12:25 pm

tables are a base, a start. something to begin on. tables provide a starting point a place to begin your journey. tables are strong, stable, comforting. beautiful.

Posted By mollie On 02.25.2011 @ 11:32 pm

I know a lot of people. Some say they are related to me. Just because we share the same DNA doesn’t mean you are related to me. You probably don’t even know me. We do not relate in any way.

Posted By Mollie On 01.26.2011 @ 1:35 pm

She passed the iron tracks, facing forwards she took one step away, away from the life she led, from the life she knew and ventured out into the unknown. With a train as her vessel she had begun her journey, and now exiting through it’s double doors, she veered off the tracks into a world of her own creation. She was free, now and forever more, she could finally move on.

Posted By mollie On 11.23.2010 @ 5:22 pm