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I walk down the sunny street with the birdsong all around nothing really burns as pretty as you do but honey I gotta say spring is awfully pretty this year

Posted By Molly On 05.17.2013 @ 4:01 pm

Her auburn hair flowed elegantly in the golden rays of the afternoon sun. She stood still, right in the path of the forever wind. Every hundred years, she stood in this same spot, breaking the path of the wind around her in two. Tonight, was special.

Posted By molly On 05.13.2013 @ 8:59 am

I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other-auburn eye- I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.

Posted By molly On 05.13.2013 @ 7:18 am

I am the one who created the universe. All of space and time. I will create planets, and a kryptonite for all of those planets, the sun. I will create humans and animals. I am not god or any high lord. I am the one with the auburn eye. with one eye, I can see what any human might see, but with the other,auburn eye, I can see through the fabric of space and time. I can see the future, I can see the past, I can see only the things that humans wish they could see, all through my auburn eye.

Posted By molly On 05.13.2013 @ 7:17 am

My body is burning with an anger so intense. Why is it you always get away with everything? Why am I the one to blame? You left me. I tried, and now I’m tired to trying. Next time you need someone, I won’t be there. I’m tired of being walked over and being the sweet girl who just shuts her mouth. I’m done being that girl.

Posted By Molly On 05.05.2013 @ 9:38 pm

black. murders. annoying. ravens. theives. scary. edgar allen poe. halloween. witches. birds. squawk. fly. sky. autumn. worms. s

Posted By molly On 04.29.2013 @ 11:23 am

a gardener, flowers, strawberries, pretty. happy, sunny, summer, a person who enjoys what they do with plants and gardens. big sun flowers. yummy sun flower seeds.

Posted By Molly On 04.25.2013 @ 9:09 am

under the ground, dark and smells like wet earth and rainy days, after its rained for weeks and weeks and you realize that you could have forgotten about the sun.

Posted By Molly On 04.20.2013 @ 3:28 pm

riding, straight up flying on the metro, wanna let go of my fears, my hate, my conscious mind just wanna leave them here on the seat behind

Posted By Molly On 04.18.2013 @ 4:33 pm

I was riding on the metro when all of the sudden a gigantic kangaroo lept out in front of me. He was wearing bright red boxing gloves and had a mischevious smirk plastered on his furry, condescending face. I quickly grounded myself

Posted By Molly On 04.18.2013 @ 4:30 pm

I remember your smile, so bright it was hard to look away. Your touch were a mere sensation, your kisses like a dream. We were something quite exquisite once. But somehow time managed to catch up on us. And who would have known a new chapter had calamity written all over it?

Posted By Molly On 03.26.2013 @ 6:00 am

I hear your voice in my head. Like this sweet melody, of a far away dream. Whatever i do, i find you here. In my heart. And I can’t even begin to explain this storm of feelings, washing over me when I think of you. It’s like I’ve found a very precious treasure, hidden from the outside world. It’s like I’ve finally found my way back home. Because if there is something I know for sure, it’s that the place where I want to be, is in your arms.

Posted By Molly On 03.25.2013 @ 10:30 am

Sunday morning. summer breeze. the ocean smiles in the warmth of the sun. the bricks on the old houses in the tiny cobblestone streets, carries a mysterious past. are we ready yet? what can you say? I know now. And I’m sorry. But today is such a lovely day, and unfortunately I don’t feel the need to carry our differences.

Did you know? I’m in love. At the end of the day, isn’t that all that matters? Love? We were fantastic. Extraordinary. But the time catches up on everyone of us. And I guess we didn’t have the time to figure things out.

Posted By Molly On 03.23.2013 @ 4:35 am

“Beware.” The sign was clear. Marshall didn’t care. He crossed the broken fence anyway, banging the sign on his way across. It fell in the grass. He didn’t look back. Feeling the dirt under his bare feet and the sun on his head, he walked to the silhouette of a broken-down house at the back of the stretch of trees. Upon reaching it he wondered for a split second if he had gotten his instructions right. The note clearly said to meet here, but Marshall was regretting his eagerness. After all, he had no idea who this person was or what he or she wanted. “How could I be so stupid?” Marshall thought as he sat down on a mossy stumpy. Then a crash came from inside the house. His eyes widened and his head shot up in fear.

Posted By Molly On 03.21.2013 @ 9:05 am

the sign read “caution: wet paint” i leaned against the white stained wall for a minute, fully aware of what i was doing. i didn’t give a shit. my jean jacked was stained. the sign mocked me. “told you so”

Posted By molly On 03.20.2013 @ 1:48 pm

I had never known such pain she was my best friend my tragedy felt her suffering and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her “It wasn’t your fault” I wish I could tell her

Posted By Molly On 03.19.2013 @ 3:17 pm

pained sounds like paint. i paint my own heart with pain what color is pain? blue? purple? the color of bruises definitely not red, what my heart once was.

Posted By molly On 03.19.2013 @ 2:12 pm

There is only one truth. To state that a truth has multiple versions only means that there are multiple untruths. These untruths may be truth or known to the person who claims them as truth, but only because that is how they recall or understand the concept, as their perception is unique and only effected by their own thoughts, ideas, and views on and of the world.

Posted By Molly On 03.18.2013 @ 11:04 pm

I don’t know what it is that you’re asking for. I’ve given you all and even more. I sit here in the gloomy shadows of our past, and I can’t help but feel a bit empty. Because deep inside, I still love you. Not the way I used to, when two still were one. But in a way, like a mother loves her child. Like the love of a dear friend. Something truly special. And even though I have a hard time admitting it, I feel I’ve wronged you. In so many ways. You were my best friend, the love of my life. And I simply stepped you over like a simple chapter in a book.

And for that I am forever sorry. I never meant for your heart to break. I never meant for your trust to faint. I never meant for your eyes to tear. I never ment for us to shatter.

Because that’s what we have, haven’t we? I’ve shattered hundreds of memories into thousands of pieces. Something once so beautiful and bright, is mere a shadow.

And this is the truth, isn’t it?

Posted By Molly On 03.18.2013 @ 11:59 am

his words touched the dancing sunlight in the dustfilled room. gazing through the keyhole, she sensed a passionate beauty. yet so.. dark. how could it be?

Posted By Molly On 03.15.2013 @ 2:42 pm

Eternity is a long time though, isn’t it? I can’t say I’d want anything to be eternal, not really. That would be like being trapped, you know? I hate being trapped. Or maybe I just hate commitment. Probably both.

Posted By Molly On 03.13.2013 @ 11:29 am

I’m waiting. watching. wanting. dreaming. you are so far away, in so many ways. but i know one thing for sure. no matter how dark the night gets, it will always get bright again. and in the brightness, you will return, to me.

Posted By Molly On 03.08.2013 @ 10:35 am

burning inside. chaos. total chaos. every second is a step closer to the edge. i’ve tried to scream, but not a single sound comes out.

Posted By Molly On 03.05.2013 @ 12:45 pm

She was definitely the weakling in the family. So many children, so unique but all so self assured; what happened to her? Her feelings elevated, her actions careless, thoughtless, pointless. There was nothing to her. Do not look deeper, you wont find anything.

Posted By Molly On 03.03.2013 @ 7:50 pm

Had I startled you? I moved closer, the space between us grew smaller. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I was startled by how easy it was. You will always do that to me, you know.

Posted By Molly On 02.25.2013 @ 2:18 pm

He ran his fingertips over the small tea cozy, embellished with little jewels and small lace ruffles. It was her favorite, stained and wrinkled. It was beautiful. He pocketed it and returned to the black-suited fish in the living room who were calling, bubbles clinging to their fishy lips. He hated funerals.

Posted By Molly On 02.24.2013 @ 6:20 pm

adorn. she stood. blankly. like a lily. in the summer breeze. neat. dandelion. with her lovely white dress. dancing in the wind. her eyes glazing. what is she thinking about? what does she see that I don’t?

Posted By Molly On 02.24.2013 @ 3:38 pm

Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to adore the darkness that seeps into your skin like moisturizer. Somewhere to cry as loudly as you want without the constant feeling someone will actually here.

Posted By Molly On 02.23.2013 @ 9:06 pm

lying lonely between the sheets that used to breathe life. outside a hurricane of white roars. but silent enough for a human ear to pick up. dark it crumbles.

Posted By Molly On 02.18.2013 @ 9:39 am

restless thoughts upon the morning lights. not even a single word was spoken.

Posted By Molly On 02.17.2013 @ 1:27 pm