Entries By Steve
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veins
veins again, in them the gasses, the food for the hive of cells that makes we a walking machine, wishing i was aimed at something, grasping, and too self-conscious.
Posted By steve On 01.13.2009 @ 6:02 pm
veins are cayyinng something that keeps me alive thought for what i don’t know, part of it to love you, part to love myslef and throught me the owrld, and the closest part of that being my kids, and to spread kindness when i can, thouhg not being shamefully kind, whatever that may be, andrea, there is something in the sound of your name for me, and the trust we have, and in whtever comfort we find in each other that tempts and tempts me because i believe in some form of goodness there to be found for each of us, perhaps haven, perhaps jumping off spot for daring. and what do i do, what do i do, as the evening slips away, away, another day, and i playing with toys but not, no but yes, just awkwardly and indirectly finding my destiny, that is wandering through it, but don’t be unkind, one can kindly acknowledge that, for where does the self-contempt and doubt come from. is any of it new from nicole, grown in to over years, or does she merely bring it in to focus.
Posted By steve On 01.13.2009 @ 5:58 pm
favorite
my favorite things have much to do with the things i think about most in life. what is death what is art? what is time what is money? its like a jeopardy of what is to be and what is not to be. my favorite things. dislikes or not, i still have to have them. favorite color, number. what makes a favorite? what appeals to one person more than it appeals to another? why do people pick favorites?
Posted By Steve On 01.13.2009 @ 11:18 am
only
only have one mother only have one father but i have many brothers and sister but thats just relative because i can call someone who i just my gaurdian mother or father they just represent somthi
Posted By steve On 01.05.2009 @ 9:57 pm
fingerprint
Loops, swirls and lassos; an intricate maze of identity. God, I wish I could use them to finally understand you.
Posted By steve On 04.03.2009 @ 1:35 am
purse
I think it’s a cool enough idea. But there’s something to be said for writing and thinking, and I think people’s entries here are proof that writing without thinking is pretty shitty. Just saying. But purses are neat, I guess.
Posted By Steve On 04.01.2009 @ 8:08 pm
bracelet
I woke up with no clothes on. Where am I? The festivities from the night before seemed to be taking revenge on my fragile mind and body, seeping away my strength as I try to make sense of my situation. I look over, you are not there. I look at my wrist and all I see is your bracelet. Today is a good day.
Posted By Steve On 03.31.2009 @ 7:42 am
subway
he went down, down the steps. heat rose up to meet him. the smell of humans was overbearing, choking him. he pushed his face into his sleeve.
Posted By steve On 03.26.2009 @ 6:16 pm
tape
tape it down, and listen to it later will make a big different of what you think before. you will be amazed.
Posted By Steve On 03.25.2009 @ 10:11 am
glow
the light was bright as the sun. It flowed as if radiating from the sun. Bright, brighter, brightest. Warm, hot, burning like fire it penetrated my eyes and burned its image forever in place. It was the last thing I saw before the darkness descended. Total pitch black in contrast to the brilliant glow just a moment before. How could I ever forget the suddeness of the event? To be forever plunged into darkness by the light!
Posted By Steve On 03.20.2009 @ 1:22 pm
specific
why was he being so precise? he had nothing to gain. details, details, that’s all he kept asking about. i don’t know details. i don’t deal in details.
Posted By steve On 03.16.2009 @ 5:10 pm
startled
how i felt when i saw this word. how i felt when i first kissed debbie in the back of the school bus as we unloaded.
Posted By steve On 03.13.2009 @ 6:47 pm
under
I feel the weight. I think I may not be able to get back to the top. i can feel the floor underneath my feet but the effort to move up is not enough, futile.
Posted By steve On 03.10.2009 @ 9:03 pm
sombre
scarf
I love to wear a read scarf. The scarf was knitted by my mother and my neighbor. Of course I lost the scraf when I was three. That was forty seven years ago. I miss that scarf. OK, not really. I do have fond memories about the scarf though!!
Posted By Steve On 07.17.2008 @ 11:33 am
scarf is something to keep your neck warm. It can also make you look cool or like a nerd. You can scarf down your food when you’re in a hurry, just don’t joke.
Posted By steve On 07.17.2008 @ 11:24 am
Scarfs are not very practical living in New Orleans where the weather is not that cold. I had scarves as a kid when the weather was colder in the foothills of the NC Mountains.
I would like to be somewhere where it is cold enough to wear one. It is over 100 degrees here
Posted By Steve On 07.17.2008 @ 11:06 am
what you wear on the neck that is made from different shades of colors for material. Usually women wear it with different styles of dress.
Posted By steve On 07.17.2008 @ 9:31 am
to eat it up really quickly
a headdress worn by women to hold their hair in place in the wind.
an article of clothing worn around the neck to keep warm.
Posted By Steve On 07.17.2008 @ 8:51 am
This is a word that means to eat up in a very quick and complete manner
Posted By Steve On 07.17.2008 @ 8:02 am
mercury
When i swim late at night the way the moon reflects off the water gives it the effect of mercury. The feeling of swimming in a toxic liquid somewhat invigorate me and makes me swim harder and more vigorously then i do during the day time.
Posted By Steve On 09.21.2009 @ 9:14 pm
its aplanet and also a car company a shitty car company its because the government is trying to fuck us out of our fucking money and foeign oil from those basterds out east but its really coming from the aliens, those from mercury
Posted By steve On 09.21.2009 @ 7:47 pm
Hot metal cold metal, flowing too quick to grasp. it’s in your fish poisoning your babies. it’s ok because it is a planet too, or a god, who knows. the time is right to find it. slip slip
Posted By Steve On 09.21.2009 @ 6:22 pm
It was all I could see that shining bit of mercury. It rolled around like it was better than me. Smooth and soft and shiny. It rolled onward slowly, then it rolled to the floor. When I looked at it funny, it rolled some more. The mercury glimmered like it knew my thoughts, reflecting my heart
Posted By Steve On 09.21.2009 @ 3:50 pm
guided
I want to be guided. Yet I’m afraid of the consequences. Question the authority; even my own. There’s a tragedy to it.
Posted By Steve On 09.18.2009 @ 2:46 pm
