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nothing could contain her, not the corners of her mind, she wanted to excel in the theory of rhyme, so she sang words that didn’t make sense, and was put back into corners from societies upset.

Posted By Yellow On 06.08.2011 @ 5:21 pm

On her face it was painted, but never really true. Her color was always yellow, but today she painted blue, for a man she did not loved but would like him too. So she painted over her yellow to match his blue.

Posted By Yellow On 06.06.2011 @ 10:07 pm

in the midst of the world, we are all simply painted, we fade, we drip, we never stay. lasting impressions only stay but we’re only painted.

Posted By Yellow On 06.06.2011 @ 10:02 pm

the english drink too much tea, he thinks as he slips a stick of licorice into his pocket. a packet of crisps follow, and then a screwdriver. he heads towards the door of the store and slips out.

he makes a mental note to steal eggs tomorrow.

his tea is cold by the time he gets home.

Posted By yellow On 05.01.2009 @ 8:33 am

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Posted By yellow On 09.29.2009 @ 11:36 am

Veins, routes, thin blue lanes that can be seen- ever so pale- under the translucent skin of her wrists. Wrists so slender and fragile I feel as if her bones will slice right through if she so much as flicks them. How can she be the strongest person I know?

Posted By Yellow On 03.19.2010 @ 4:02 pm

A hook, cast through of me, cracking my breastbone apart. It was painful, but I let it take me. I fed it.

Posted By Yellow On 02.21.2010 @ 9:13 am

A globe, sitting there on the classroom table. That’s what inspired me, I think, from such a young age. I was hypnotised by it, tracing its shiny green forests and neon oceans. I was going to go there. I knew it. I promised it. And I was going to do it.

Posted By Yellow On 02.20.2010 @ 12:22 pm

There, under the bed, a flashlight. It was thin, pale green and I remembered it. A present. A present from a man who was dead and gone. My mouth trembled, I grasped the end of it, flicking the switch on and off. The battery had lasted, lasted even longer than he had.

Posted By Yellow On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am