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Dissolved like you never stood a chance. Destroyed like you never existed. Nothing left to think about, Not those things we never did, nor the things we never were. You dissolved into my past like you never were there (In most ways, you weren’t). But your memory makes me ache Daily, nightly, Always.

Posted By Ciara On 05.02.2013 @ 9:53 am

my favoureite word . a shock of life changing your life !!! BZZZZZZZZ electricity from the earth in is your body THATS COOL if you ask me :) youll live your life every second and make the most out of it after … it doesnt seem so bad to me ?? BZZZZZ EASRTHHH

Posted By ciara On 04.27.2013 @ 8:31 am

A Haiku.

We met in here once I touched your hand and sobbed We don’t talk these days

Posted By Ciara On 04.22.2013 @ 2:40 pm

wall

Posted By ciara On 02.03.2013 @ 9:59 pm

This is on a person you can have their eyes, nose scars, wrinles anything. It helps you define a person. Iut is alsi sometimes not a nice thing as some people dont like their feayures and they are what makes them sdo every one should jeep and like their features althoughI can understnad Trans people as they think they were born wring so they can change their featyres

Posted By Ciara On 01.31.2013 @ 3:49 pm

What is a broadcast? Who can broadcast? Reporters broadcast stories. Television channels broadcast shows and commercials and infomercials. Broadcasts are ways to show a generation and teach them of something new or old or wonderful or stupid or great or odd. Broadcasts are beautiful.

Posted By Ciara On 12.08.2012 @ 5:40 pm

deny your right to put in your word take out the pudding mix in the milk grainy objection to the liquid and your words bad kitchen yellowed counter smells like Jell-o vanilla and your buttered bullshit

Posted By Ciara On 12.02.2012 @ 10:06 pm

mildy simmering summer pondside sunsoup toes in silt hands in grit sandy spine elbows of gravel eyelids full of sun

Posted By Ciara On 12.01.2012 @ 11:30 am

mail me voltage won’t hurt I swear. or the cold air.

violins will sing paper flowers will never grow as far as you will your pocket empty you’ll be emptied of pockets void of a need to fill that bottle was made to be seaglass only.

Posted By Ciara On 11.25.2012 @ 8:41 pm

muddy screens spattered stars splintered deck sprinkled face breath gush moss toes smush leaf kiss peat branch brush rustle hush chin to indigo stars face touch

Posted By Ciara On 11.13.2012 @ 2:36 am

revelatory and swimming small bubbles, brimming raw rope wrought, pulled crinoline crisp ice broke cold water choke drawn breath a froth of bright a stirred current of lights and the ink above

Posted By Ciara On 11.11.2012 @ 7:46 pm

a time a thought a golden grave a dug we gave the flowers swish and rave a sign today a solid sway the moon this may

Posted By Ciara On 11.10.2012 @ 7:25 pm

Your probably right. That’s probably all I need. All I deserve. I know that now. I’m not as stubborn as you think, you know. I tried to show you all of me. Everything. You didn’t want me. You refused. It was you. Not me. Lets not make this something we both know it isn’t. Your words not mine. I could have left it all behind. That was my mistake. And now I’m here and your not. Your mistake.

Posted By Ciara On 08.28.2012 @ 7:44 am

I dunno what a sonar is. Maybe I should know. It’s quite science-y, yes? Sorta to do with wavelengths? Or maybe it’s astrology and stars and stuff? I really don’t know, to be honest. For a a bit of a sci-fi fan, this is a pretty disappointing realisation. Someone, please enlighten me; what’s a sonar?

Posted By Ciara On 07.17.2012 @ 2:42 pm

I paint quite a bit. Always in the same pair. Blue, yellow, green, lavender covered mastery of my life.

Posted By Ciara On 07.08.2012 @ 7:36 am

i already wrote about this once today. things that are a hassle are hard for me to make myself do. people say anything worth doing is going to be hard and my brain knows that’s true but i have a hard time with that sometimes. i need to work on that but that would be a hassle.

Posted By Ciara On 06.01.2012 @ 11:03 am

i can’t stand having to do things that are a pain. i’m so unmotivated and so the word hassle is a major turn-off for me. if it’s tough i don’t want to do it. this is probably something i should work in fixing for later in life….not the greatest habit. but every time i try to change i slip back again

Posted By ciara On 06.01.2012 @ 11:00 am

to show a unique project to a bunch of ignorant people. Educating the population. to prove a point. life.

Posted By ciara On 03.07.2012 @ 7:08 pm

Some times when i have the hiccups my mo asks me if i have an umbrella. And i look at her with the same troubled face i look at others with when they ask me a question about myself. Like im as puzzled about my own personality as i am about where the god damn umbrella is.

Posted By Ciara On 08.24.2011 @ 12:59 pm

falling alone in a lake full of sorrow and sadness. no one can help you when you feel this way only you can get out of it. float.

Posted By Ciara On 08.22.2011 @ 9:30 pm

buses and trains and trams and zombie walk. friends, but missing that one that i wanted there. button factory cobbled streets and buskers and photgraphers and that one guy and that group of people and skaters and free runners and

Posted By Ciara On 08.20.2011 @ 3:01 pm

i miss the times we spend together, i’ve missed you so much i don’t think you know. i miss how things used to be. i’ve just missed you.

Posted By ciara On 08.20.2011 @ 10:56 am

Baby Ur Love Beats haha i dont know, i think of light bulbs, and thank god we have light bulbs, cause without light i wouldnt be able to get up and pee at 3 am, id trip over my laptop cord and die xD

Posted By Ciara On 08.06.2011 @ 7:45 pm

Dead. A skeleton is what you get after a corpse decays enough that all of the soft tissue is gone. Pirates. The skeleton is closely connected to pirate lore. For example the jolly roger is a skull and crossbones (or crossswords). If my father hadn’t been cremated he’d be a skeleton by now.

Posted By Ciara On 07.24.2011 @ 2:25 am

A small roll of finely cut tobacco for smoking, enclosed in a wrapper of thin paper. A similar roll of another substance, such as a tobacco substitute or marijuana. small part of a cigarette that is left after smoking a cigarette containing cubeb a cigarette with a filter tip marijuana leaves rolled into a cigarette for smoking tobacco leaves that have been made into a cylinder Thin paper tube stuffed with shredded tobacco for smoking, now usually plugged with a filter. The first cigarettes were the papelitos smoked in South America about 1750. The habit spread to Spain and then throughout the world; today it is the most general form of tobacco smoking, although it is dangerous to the health of both smokers and non-smokers who breathe in the smoke. a short tightly rolled cylinder of tobacco, wrapped in thin paper and often having a filter tip, for smoking a small picture card, formerly given away with cigarettes, now collected as a hobby

Posted By Ciara On 07.16.2011 @ 5:08 am

The cast of your life is filled with people who hurt, love and affect you in many ways. The cast is not decided by you; they’re brought into your life in ways you can’t control.

Posted By Ciara On 07.06.2011 @ 12:43 pm

when i think of the word predict i think of people trying to see their future, trying to wonder what might be and if they will make it in this huge place we call the world, you have to predict at one point or another what might happen, and when you go the best way to predict something is to let it happen all on its own.

Posted By Ciara On 06.20.2011 @ 11:24 pm

i think that beliefs are important when shaping ones self. Without beliefs you cannot make choices based upon how you feel. They are like morals, and to be a good person in my opinion and too make good choices you have to stick to your beliefs and morals.

Posted By Ciara On 06.18.2011 @ 8:17 pm

I do not like funerals at all, however there is one particular funeral that I didn’t get to go to but I really wanted to. It was my mimi’s funeral. I left for Africa for a mission trip the day after she died. She was my best friend. I really wanted to go to her funeral because she meant so much to me and was a huge part in my life.

Posted By Ciara On 06.12.2011 @ 6:28 am

Sitting eagerly awaiting the spectacle of 21st century film,popcorn warm and comforting ,diet coke chilling in the drink rest,the darkness full of romance and anticipation ….and then the trailer for Will Schneider’s latest bawdy comedic attempt plays ….take me to a simpler time that celebrated the glamour of cinema, when melodramatic noir’s still existed and Will Schneider did not.

Posted By Ciara On 04.28.2011 @ 7:23 am