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a spell? an audition? a curse? I suppose that’s the same as a spell only worse singing and dancing and acting, too I wouldn’t go if I were you They said you had talent you said you knew I wouldn’t go if I were you

Posted By C On 05.21.2013 @ 8:50 pm

Taboo. embaressing. not allowed. against. Sammy lifson doesnt know what the fuck shes talking about Taboo is my short being too shrot and being called a slut but thats not feminism. femenism isnt about derading men and taking away their ability to speak about what they see

Posted By C On 05.14.2013 @ 8:22 pm

soap is slick. ooz-y, bubbly, clean-y. what is there to say about it? not much. it’s quite a wonderful invention. i don’t know… you’d be stinky without it. that’s not pleasant at all.

Posted By C On 05.10.2013 @ 3:43 am

between my fingers and down my throat, entering every hole of my body. mixing with my blood, i become bread. A nice pink bread. even though i first thought i would die choking, i happened to become a nice chummy loaf of bread.

Posted By c On 04.07.2013 @ 8:06 am

that’s really gross!!!!

Posted By C On 03.30.2013 @ 9:18 pm

listening is the best way to learn. I like listening, It is fun and imaginative. I like it. Listening is fun.

Posted By C On 03.24.2013 @ 1:42 pm

She was startled by the loud clang of the bell. She couldn’t see a foot in front of her. It was totally dark. She heard faint rattling noises behind her. She turned around. “Rats!”, she thought, and felt a strong fear rushing through her.

Posted By c On 02.25.2013 @ 11:59 am

Beautiful days in spring. She wandered along the street, looking for new thoughts. A piece of something glittery on the pavement caught her eye. She picked it up, it was an old-fashioned medallion-like necklace, embellished with small, green stones.

Posted By C On 02.25.2013 @ 2:25 am

The walls are falling in on me. I wanted to hide, escape from the world. Who am I? Who did I want to be? I cannot remember any more. It is too dark in here. I simply try to hold myself together.

Posted By C On 02.24.2013 @ 4:50 am

The walls are falling in on me. I wanted to hide, escape from the wold. Who am I? Who did I want to be? I cannot remember any more. It is too dark in here.

Posted By C On 02.24.2013 @ 4:30 am

When I think about the stuff I have to do I want to hurl babies at a brick wall and watch them bleed. College is so hard. Who decided this was a good idea? Someone, enlighten me. Im paying money to hate my life. My empty life.

Posted By C On 02.05.2013 @ 7:24 pm

you not say that my freind, must you stay with the dolphin who looks like a whale? must you really spit on your laptop screen…? must you be a weirdo? you must eat NOW!

Posted By C On 01.08.2013 @ 9:51 am

“Bring it or risk my wrath. And I think you’ve seen that quite enough tonight.” “Yes, my Lord, of course. My utmost liege.” He rolls his eyes, exaggeratedly. “You’d do well to move your feet with haste rather than pander with ostentatious titles.”

Posted By C On 01.04.2013 @ 7:04 pm

There is such a vast difference between what I perceive and what is actually there. I don’t know what else to say except that I prefer to live in my head rather than acknowledge reality.

Posted By C On 12.23.2012 @ 4:24 pm

the change in you was gradual, like the shifting of seasons. But we don’t notice the gradual changes. One day the sun is shining and the next it’s heat is dull and far away. One day you loved me, the next you were gone, gone, gone, mad for the world and done with me. I know you lost your love for me over a period of time but I didn’t notice until it was completely gone, as were you.

Posted By C On 12.20.2012 @ 1:53 pm

When I look at you, something deep in my bones begins to stir. It’s a feeling that has been ignored, neglected, from the very core of me, for years and years. I relish the feeling and yet I feel powerless when it comes to you. I am a fumbling mess, a bag of skin and bones and trembling nerves when you look at me.

Posted By C On 12.16.2012 @ 8:44 am

I was never more determined than I was that night. I still remember my heart thrashing in my chest, begging to be released, pleading to get its way. My mind persevered and I continued walking away. I never saw you again.

Posted By C On 12.13.2012 @ 3:43 am

I am not determined. I am not my friends. I am not my peers. I am not what I see everyday when I walk through the doors of my school. my high strung, competetive private school. I am nothign next to what I sit next to, and nobody will ever know.

Posted By C On 12.12.2012 @ 7:06 pm

I’m not available until the 19th i told him. i lied. i was available the nineteenth. i only said that because i had read somewhere that you have to “play hard to get”. but now i feel stupid. what if he knows and now thinks i just dont like him.

Posted By C On 12.11.2012 @ 8:06 pm

I’ll rise up from the ashes. There are no ashes. I’ll put some in my bed and I’ll lie down until someone finds me. And then I’ll rise out of the ashes.

I hope someone finds me. I’ve been lying here for days.

Posted By C On 11.30.2012 @ 8:33 am

i was local for fall break so was he. he asked to see me. i said yes. we kissed. he asked to see me the next night. i said yes we kissed. he asked to see me the night after. i said yes. we kissed. what happened after that? he asks another girl. i was the local flavor.

Posted By C On 11.26.2012 @ 8:37 pm

the roar that came out of your mouth was beautiful in a way a delicate moan could never be. I try hard not to be submissive but you have this power over me. I can only hope you’ll decide to stay and keep on hurting me.

Posted By c On 11.09.2012 @ 7:08 pm

i was once told a “themself” was incorrect, you’d have to tape a bunch of selves together to make a themself, and i hope i dont forget her she told me i could write

Posted By c On 11.08.2012 @ 5:56 pm

They looked at themselves in the mirror and admired each others differences, wondering why they would never be satisfied with who they were

Posted By c On 11.08.2012 @ 4:59 pm

Well, walls are very helpful to structures. The hold up the house and keep it together. People also put up metaphorical walls too. And sometimes, we have to break down those walls so we can connect better with one another. We have to be careful how we do that though, as to not seem intrusive.

Posted By C On 10.04.2012 @ 6:36 pm

Everybody is blind to some degree, be it literal, philosophical or emotional. Even knowing that, as far as I try, I can’t get away from my own blindness–blindness to others’ feelings, or others’ ways of doing things. Or just blindness to myself; I hate ignorance of myself the most. For me, that’s the biggest handicap in life.

Posted By C On 09.15.2012 @ 4:53 pm

Whether or not you read this, it’s going out into cyberspace, living on its own as a thought from one mind. Whether it’s worth reading will be determined by whoever reads it, which will probably be a couple of people who feel they’ve wasted their time.

Posted By C On 09.05.2012 @ 4:13 pm

I need a miracle. My life is a cardboard box, taped with duct tape. Outside of that is string, and more tape. I can’t get out as I have no arms or ideas. Something completely outside of my imagination — a miracle — is required to get me out.

Posted By C On 09.04.2012 @ 2:07 pm

Love, clouds and babies, things that never happen to me. A crazy thing that makes me question what the universe is all about. Something we talk about but rarely see or feel. We need more miracles, if the world were surrounded by miracles life would be better, much better.

Posted By c On 09.04.2012 @ 2:03 pm

What life is what time is what an apple is empty half full leg body mind sound ass day I’m not sure what to make of this but it’s apparent I need exerci

Posted By C On 08.22.2012 @ 9:01 pm