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she was looking to his shoulders, thinking: “i could be there, just one time”. She just look. Never touch. Never said anything. The distance and the silence making everything more demanding.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.15.2013 @ 11:40 am

On his breath lingered the sour stench of beer. Clutching the can nervously, he scanned the room quickly, looking for a familiar face, any face he knew. nothing. nobody. The numbing sensation of his imminent lonliness left the can feeling too heavy in his hand. he loosened his grip. The can fell and emptied its dark foamy contents onto the carpet. He stepped away from the mess and bumped into someone behind him, swiveling around to mumble an apology, the sudden movement left him uncoordinated and he fell to join the can.. he heard laughter erupt from above him.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.07.2013 @ 3:25 pm

i rode the subway in washington dc over the summer. comng from ny it wasnt my first venture into a subway system, but i was amazed with how clean the whole system was. and on top of that you could also get cell service.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.18.2013 @ 12:03 pm

She was the moon with the face of the tundra. So cold with the pale faced hate and so bright with the holy knowledge of the sun. There a reflection there, he thought, a reflection of sin and grace. All my dreams and nightmares wrapped in one.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.13.2013 @ 5:19 pm

It spirals out of control. Spindrels of spider hands grasping at the air, grabbing each handful of oxygen that it can. Breath in the fresh and cough out the carbon. Taking out our sin and purifying the virtue.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.12.2013 @ 11:02 pm

A dashboard is a simple place, a place where creativity, imagination and self- expression are displayed. A place, where people can come together to display their emotions and thoughts, to share experiences and talk about new and exciting ideas and things. A dashboard is simply a place where life is born.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.10.2013 @ 4:54 am

The sun, it looks so warm, welcoming. I lay there letting my body relax, I close my eyes as I listen to my mates yelling and running around, I am covered from head to toe in mud. My leg is gone, missing. My body is relaxed. My mind is clear. The sun, so welcoming.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.09.2013 @ 4:40 am

to be eroded or destroyed slowly with time. To wear away or begin to change appearance or texture due to long exposure of the atmosphere.

“As I walked through the depressing forest, my feet were weathered away along wit hthe life in the forest.”

Posted By Alexandra On 02.21.2013 @ 8:24 am

Sometimes they block you. But you don’t have to let it. There are walls all around us, but the trick is to figure out how to get over them. Overcome them. Life is not about focusing on the walls that surround you, but it’s about figuring out ways around and over. You can do it!!

Posted By Alexandra On 02.04.2013 @ 8:03 am

a word that best describes me. i think it represents me very well. and all my friends love it and seem to have fun around me.

Posted By Alexandra On 01.28.2013 @ 3:59 am

What is real? real is everything that happenes in this fucked up world. real is love. real is caring and emotion and expression. Realism is a whole particular part of the art world. Ironically realism is the absence of real.

Posted By Alexandra On 01.22.2013 @ 7:48 pm

Size is something we (women) are constantly fretting. Am i too big, too small, too round, too tall. But, what if there was no size. If our weight and height and structure didn’t actually define who are as people? Wouldn’t that lead to such a greater place of understanding and acceptance? What a world that would be.

Posted By Alexandra On 01.15.2013 @ 8:20 pm

Cry…It’s a strange emotion that from my knowledge, only a human can do. Tears streaming down my face because of many things, life, death, love, loss, happiness, anger, frustration, broken hearts, stolen hearts. All I know is it is the only emotion that kept me sane, through any moment, especially when my heart breaks, Imagine, just imagine what would one do without tears? Die.

Posted By Alexandra On 01.12.2013 @ 6:10 am

it a smart guy. he run out the city. i dont`t like him. he can be 32. Prefer youngh one.I want to se a femele one.

Posted By Alexandra On 01.10.2013 @ 2:31 am

Tis the season to be grumpy and unnecessarily sarcastic. Tis the season to get drunk but try to hide the fact from the family. Tis the season to get into arguments over stupid things from the past and politics from the present. Tis the season, right?

Posted By Alexandra On 12.20.2012 @ 5:54 pm

five little flowers rest on top of my favorite hill, blowing in the summer breeze. oh to be a flower, and have no cares in all the world. their scent gently drifting towards me, wrapping me in a blanket of lavender. a scent like none other, offering comfort and protection.

Posted By Alexandra On 12.17.2012 @ 2:02 pm

I’m available. I’m always available. Love me. Please.

Posted By Alexandra On 12.11.2012 @ 12:08 pm

The methods were simple. Make a plan, follow the plan, success. That was all I needed to do. Of course, the following of the plan caused problems, which in turn caused problems with the success. If only I had listened to myself. I’m very wise, you know.

Posted By Alexandra On 12.09.2012 @ 5:41 pm

High as the Roman empire he stands. High as the moon the sun the stars. Yet as high as he can the man he stands. The harder he crashes amongst the sands.

Posted By Alexandra On 12.04.2012 @ 5:49 pm

Anyone someone can express himself.

It also rhymes with farts. Well that’s awkward.

Pop tarts. Paul Blart. Grocery mart.

Posted By Alexandra On 11.13.2012 @ 10:03 pm

Does someone care for me out there? Does someone know I’m here waiting for them? Are they waiting for me? Are they waiting for me to find them? We’ll find each other some day. I know it.

Posted By Alexandra On 11.12.2012 @ 7:09 pm

they themselves were nothing, always alone, always feeling sad. it was an unhappy world for them. always by themselves, always thinking suicide. thats what some people do by themselves.

Posted By Alexandra On 11.09.2012 @ 1:55 am

Sail, sail, sail away with me. The salty air fills our lungs with every breath when we come up for air. Why cant it be this forever?

Posted By Alexandra On 10.24.2012 @ 1:16 pm

the walls are empty. i see them. they are blue. the walls have yellow trim. they are curvy. there are bodies in the walls. the bodies are burning. i am behind the walls. i can smell the flesh. the walls never end. i wish i were a wall. if i were spiderman i could climb walls. awesomee.

Posted By alexandra On 10.05.2012 @ 8:36 am

It was the first breath of life, and death was already getting under his covered in blood skin. What an unfortunate event to give birth to a child in this world of misery.

Posted By Alexandra On 09.28.2012 @ 12:19 am

I took a breath of the fresh, sunny summer day air around me. I could smell the green of the grass and the musky scent of the earth underneath my feet. I could also smell the tar of the street, but that was only a sour tinge, so I was able to ignore it and take in the other scents around me. I was going to take advantage of this beautiful day by walking to work instead of taking the car, which would dominate the oxygen with it’s smog.

Posted By Alexandra On 09.27.2012 @ 2:00 pm

Never short of an answer. All your worries won’t hold you back. A wait in time will determine your outcome. Above all, you always have second chance.

Posted By Alexandra On 09.18.2012 @ 1:10 pm

I can’t see. It’s a gift of life lost. The most basic things are undo able, you can’t see love. But at least you can feel it.nyou can’t see beauty,mbut at least you won’t judge.

Posted By Alexandra On 09.15.2012 @ 10:24 pm

I believe in miracles. I think they happen, and that the amazing thing about miracles is that they’re personal. Each person is able to define their own miracle, and as long as you believe it you can’t be wrong. They’re amazing. I think they can be a gift.

Posted By Alexandra On 09.03.2012 @ 7:57 pm

I want it so bad that it aches. It is the carrot in front of my nose. The grumble of hunger in my belly.

I think I might be sick I want it so much.

Posted By Alexandra On 08.15.2012 @ 12:56 am