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checkmate
Checkmate. I wish I could Say I’d won, but I didn’t. You always win this game, you’re always the stronger one, you’re always the one who knows exactly what their doing. I’m just following along doing what I think will help me win, but in the end, we both know it’ll be you again.
Posted By Ali On 04.23.2013 @ 9:42 pm
mumbling
I hate mumbling. Not because it’s disrespectful. Not because it’s childish. It’s because it makes me feel like a person has something to hide. Like they have something to say but just can’t quite commit to saying loud enough for others to hear.
Posted By ali On 04.16.2013 @ 8:21 pm
plague
The plague was terrible. It was awful. We of the 21st century know nothing of it, hardly any of us can fathom it. Or so we think. Other people in other countries, people who know influenza and aids and other such diseases know the plague. They know death and fear and sickness. We do not.
Posted By ali On 03.31.2013 @ 11:51 pm
withered
That’s exactly how I felt yesterday. I was just wallowing in self-pity, thinking that I was a failure. Like all of my insides had withered up and I just wanted the whole world to swallow me. But then I called my boyfriend and he told me to man up; there are people starving in the world, so why was I crying?
Posted By Ali On 03.11.2013 @ 10:09 am
cave
darkness, unknown, explore, comfort, womb, cavity, scar. safe house, journey, underworld, unknowing, why do we seek, what do we seek? Shall we dance? Ever meet the devil?
Posted By Ali On 02.23.2013 @ 1:18 pm
growing
My head is growing said the lonely caterpillar. I don’t know what I am going to do with all of these carrots anymore because my head is getting too big! I will no longer be able to wear all of my lovely hats anymore either.
Posted By Ali On 02.08.2013 @ 2:38 pm
salesman
Sounds like nothing to me. What does that even means? Is it a man who go out on sales day? Salesman… I wish my english were better than that… But salesman? Really? You gotta be kidding me.
Posted By Ali On 02.07.2013 @ 1:11 pm
musical
The way she wrung her hands, Then the tears, Pit pat, pit pat, Raindrops on the tin roof Coursing down the lines of her face, Notes on the page Of her own sorrowful song, Pit pat, pit, pat, Writing it onto the walls, The puddles on the floors.
Posted By Ali On 01.23.2013 @ 11:46 pm
applied
I applied with two words in mind: Something new. I could go away, stretch out my fingers like feathers And fall, Bury my toes into a red, foreign earth I could taste a new “Hello,” And a new way to say “Spicy.”
Posted By Ali On 01.20.2013 @ 5:56 pm
destroy
From this straight-backed chair I can only see the glossy kitchen table, Your cold stare A cutting board Those eyes Destroying my heart. And I used to wonder How far the black-brown could go.
Posted By Ali On 01.20.2013 @ 12:51 am
Connecticut disaster destroyed kids, families and parents lives. Dogs left waiting by the window and beds left made for the rest of eternity. Hurricane sandy destroyed out nation.
Posted By Ali On 01.19.2013 @ 10:34 pm
choose
I place my hands palms-up on my knees In supplication to the universe To closely examine the wrinkles. I was born with these So they must come from God. Left or right, left and right, Ink stains held up by my psychiatrist, Maybe my own body My own hands that I use to brush my teeth Have held the answer all along.
Posted By Ali On 01.17.2013 @ 8:24 pm
size
Her body is so narrow I think I could wrap my fingers around her ribs if I tried Pick her up and place her in an elephant’s mouth Like a Polly pocket, or one of those wind-up toys And if I squeeze too hard, she will break. I get this feeling every time I look at her. That she will break.
Posted By Ali On 01.15.2013 @ 5:52 pm
speech
I bend at the knees, as if in prayer Cup my hands, my ladle. To dip up the pool of water at my feet Lift the cold, clear to my nose As if in prayer. And I slurp. Slurp, slurp, slurp and swallow until my belly is a round, round globe Reeling from the swish, swash, swish, swash Speaking through its saturation.
Posted By Ali On 01.15.2013 @ 12:40 am
end
What he did last weekend filled his weekdays Knowing the 8 hour days would be filled with keystrokes Awkward greetings, fluorescent lights He wished the end would never start, never stop Like the humming of the airconditioner.
Posted By Ali On 01.13.2013 @ 6:39 pm
compass
The map was frozen in my hands. How ever would I find my way back? I would be lost in the woods, trapped here until I perished. I take a step forward, and feel a weigh shift in my pocket. The object that would save my life. The compass.
Posted By Ali On 01.13.2013 @ 12:55 am
Which side are you waiting on this time? I can’t see you in my peripheries Your skinny arms reaching out to touch me Again My nose used to point north toward you But now the field turned around and I just want to run Away.
Posted By Ali On 01.12.2013 @ 7:14 pm
cry
I do this a lot. Not even kidding. Probably about 3 or 4 times a week. Some people think it’s weird, but I’m just extremely emotional. I mostly cry for other people because I feel sympathy towards them. I wish I didn’t so much, but I guess that’s just who I am.
Posted By Ali On 01.12.2013 @ 10:02 am
We lost the red earth to the hands up above again They took a shovel and dug deep down, Splaying the red water everywhere, Like raindrops or teardrops just trying to go home.
Posted By Ali On 01.12.2013 @ 12:29 am
politician
Politicians told me that I couldn’t hold you in my hand Like the paperweight my mom gave me when I was little Because I opened the screen window wide So the wind could blow through my hair And eyelashes But my papers scattered everywhere.
Posted By Ali On 01.09.2013 @ 5:50 pm
promise
Today I wrote a promise On the palm leaves Of the palm tree When I was running by I did a Catholic cross on my right shoulder, left, bellybutton, forehead My promise to the tree Cross my heart and hope to die I hope I had died instead of you I promise I will never cross you And forget to notice.
Posted By Ali On 01.09.2013 @ 1:43 am
barrel
A barrel is a piece of equipment used to hold water, oil or any liquid. Barrels can come in all sizes, and the usual measurement unit used are gallons and litres.
Posted By Ali On 01.01.2013 @ 10:48 pm
stir
Bubbling cauldrons and school children taking naps.. A bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough being whipped up by a soccer mom and pet owner of two dogs.
Posted By Ali On 12.16.2012 @ 10:44 am
rise
I rise and it is midnight. The sun is not out yet, but my heart remains split open on my chest for everyone to see. I do not know how I will act today. I do not know how I will feel today. I feel as if I am a ticking time bomb. I feel like I can detonate at any moment. I do not want to lose all of my progress.
Posted By ali On 11.30.2012 @ 2:02 am
As it came up from the ground terror was struck into the heart of every man. Floating above all mankind and criticizing all of the work that had ever been done. It rose like a dark shadow slowly comes upon you and envelopes your soul until you have no other choice but to give in.
Posted By Ali On 11.29.2012 @ 8:50 pm
under
I want to be under the stars with you, watching them while holding you hand, thinking about how tiny we really are compared to them. I dream about looking up at them while we lie on the ground under the vast sky. Talking about how we’re always under the same sky even when we’re apart and how special that is and when we can see the moon, we’re both under that even if we’re a hundred miles apart and that makes me feel so much closer to you when I can’t wait to see you again. I love being under the sky, with or without you, especially on a cold night, smoking a cigarette and thinking about how we do that together. Every time I look up, I think of you, but then again, I always think of you, but that’s not the point, under the stars makes me feel like loving someone so far away is worth it, because we see the same thing. I love you. I love you. I love you. Under the stars and the moon, I love you. Under the sun too, but everyone sees that on a daily basis, but us, we stay up to look at the stars and the moon and that’s us. We stayed up late the first night we talked, so that’s when I think about you most.
Posted By Ali On 11.27.2012 @ 6:02 pm
mention
mention. If you mention something, you talk about it with someone other than yourself. It is brought up in some type of conversation
Posted By Ali On 11.18.2012 @ 7:12 pm
employees
I think that the best part of my work are the employees. they are what i look foward to every day when i go to work and they bright up my day by destracting me from my complicated life. They are such strong, empowering women that inspire me everyday.
Posted By Ali On 11.15.2012 @ 7:29 pm
arts
Everything important is in the arts. You learn life’s greatest lesson in the arts. Whether it be how to fight in Karate, or how to deal with your problems through writing songs. Arts are what you make it in your own life, but either way they play a huge role in a person’s life and how they deal with everyday problems. The arts are beautiful hands that help mold lives into something great.
Posted By Ali On 11.13.2012 @ 6:20 pm
