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sleeve

The sleeves on my winter coat are too short, and the wrist is too delicate a part to get cold.

Posted By Ani On 12.15.2011 @ 11:22 pm

suppose

suppose < conviction.

Posted By Ani On 10.03.2011 @ 1:48 pm

braid

I never learned how to French braid my hair. Other’s mothers would always send them to school with ornate braids and twists and I was the odd one out, twisting chunks together only to have them form into knots.

Posted By Ani On 10.02.2011 @ 12:08 am

playground

A swarm of 7-10 year old girls, “Mr. Tim’s more fun than Polly Pockets.”

Posted By Ani On 09.28.2011 @ 1:01 am

poison

those poisonous smirks and that raised eyebrow killed me so wonderfully, I hated the coffee that you made and I loved the laughter of the rain, so amazingly still in movement that day was…

Posted By Ani On 08.22.2011 @ 4:07 am

lock

the lock on the door creaks as I try to open it. It is obviously aged and hasn’t been used in a while. The door opens to reveal a long hallway with 20 doors or so. Each door appears to have the same lock.

Posted By Ani On 08.05.2011 @ 12:51 pm

sticks

sticks break my soul and mind. I am a destroyed house of dreams. I am made of sticks.

Posted By Ani On 07.18.2011 @ 4:47 am

crane

you crane your neck to see over my shoulder, but we’re still alone in this staircase

Posted By Ani On 07.03.2011 @ 5:00 pm

crush

I always want my 1-minute blurbs to be meaningful and poetic and full of substance, but then I look at the timer go, and I am overwhelmed with this crushing sense of defeat in never being able to think of something in the moment…

Posted By Ani On 06.29.2011 @ 12:10 am

lust

I find lust more important than love. If there is no lust the passion winds down and then everything is calm and safe, what about that jump-into-a-fire feeling for the person you’re crazy about?

Posted By Ani On 06.27.2011 @ 4:52 pm

failed

i’ve failed at oneword

Posted By Ani On 06.24.2011 @ 12:46 pm

thief

of material things? of heart? of peace? arent we all thieves of something??? we’re all different and all the same.

Posted By Ani On 05.23.2011 @ 11:24 am

puzzled

the world is just so puzzled, I just don’t get it, I’m walking throught the people who looks like dolls, nobody wants to be alone, it’s just that we cannot find the right piece for ourselves. we are constantly wandering ‘where is that piece of me?’ but we think so much that life is passing throught our eyes…

Posted By Ani On 04.24.2011 @ 11:15 am

chocolate

Brown. Sugary. Yummy so many delicious describing words. I love this food with most of my being, especially the taste bud part. It can come in many different forms, wrapped in silver, in a dark brown wrapper, or in the shape of a sphere.

Posted By Ani On 02.14.2011 @ 9:58 pm

charge

blown up its dangerous not placed properly who taught them who was in charge silly dangerous to play with fire

Posted By ani On 02.13.2011 @ 1:37 am

delight

Afternoon delight is my dad’s favorite song, but only because it reminds him of his teen days and the 70′s.

Posted By ani On 08.15.2010 @ 12:22 pm

afternoon delight is my dad’s favorite song, which reminds me of anchorman which reminds me of will ferrall which reminds me that i just watched the movie “the other guys” on a pirated movie site and it was pretty good. (but i didnt mean to watch it illegally, I dont pirate movies.)

Posted By Ani On 08.15.2010 @ 12:12 pm

decorated

creative… making more beautiful… applying or adding things to look beautiful attractive.. decorated things look more appealing… eye catching …. weddings shoud be decorative

Posted By ani On 08.01.2010 @ 10:35 am

crown

king land country earth queen horse gold golden clothes tales fairy history doughter top

Posted By Ani On 10.15.2008 @ 7:20 am

delay

delay delay of mind delay of thoughts delay of heart delay of feelings delay of emotions delay of words delay of meaning are all problems we face today.

Posted By ani On 08.31.2008 @ 1:31 am

mist

the mist is beautiful on this night, so soft, so quiet. i cannot think of anything else… my work is forgotten and i lose myself in the mystery that surrounds me. isn’t it a wonderful feeling not to think? not to worry? not to wonder?

Posted By ani On 09.30.2009 @ 12:43 pm

recorder

re= again cord= rope er= umm… her?

recorder= rope her again

sorry, i’m not interested in women.

Posted By ani On 10.07.2009 @ 7:51 am