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im guided by my emotions feeling how the other think about me… its more driving inspired and moved by them and the energy they give to me cant live without guid and others cant be myself and cant project into the future how important is the image you reflect on you and your osssiblities

Posted By claire On 09.18.2009 @ 3:43 pm

she guided them like a shepherd. and everyone followed without question. she led them through the dark forest, never having a thought about her intent, her malicious desires. if only she could lift this curse.

Posted By claire On 09.18.2009 @ 10:49 am

she found the lucky penny on a rainy day. as she wept beneath her little black umbrella, she looked down at the wet sidewalk, if only i could find a way to make my wishes come true. she gave this penny to a passing boy, the boy then took it to a candy store. he bought two tootsie rolls. he gave one to

Posted By claire On 09.16.2009 @ 9:04 pm

I keep a box of all the lucky pennies I find. A penny achieves lucky status simply by being found heads side up. I probably have about a hundred of them. Lots of times I think about what I could buy with them, but then I get kind of sad remembering that you can’t get too much with just a dollar.

Posted By claire On 09.16.2009 @ 2:30 pm

she flipped through the dusty paperback, the hardwood floors creaked beneath her as she shifted the weight between her feet. and she only wondered how she had come upon such a treasure trove. the used book store stood shoddy against the new convenience centers and large malls, almost threatened to be smothered.

Posted By claire On 09.15.2009 @ 7:46 pm

cheaper version of the hardback. lighter and more practical. doesn’t look as nice on the book shelf though. hmm, what else? think i’ve exhausted my options now.

Posted By claire On 09.15.2009 @ 6:26 pm

showercap? clear plastic, it always seems to end up on the floor. grey rainclouds hovering in the sky like little aeroplane jellies on a plate, just quivering to dump rain down on our scurrying heads. unidentified flying rainstorms over nsw. showers? are we going to be any cleaner for them? say rather dirtier, and hurry inside to shower and get warm. i like standing in the rain and tasting raindrops on my tongue.

Posted By claire On 09.15.2009 @ 5:54 am

underneath the branches of the old oak tree, we sat and whispered sweet nothings. I missed your touch and how we has secrets to share. you built me a swing and promised to love me forever. but when I come back to our old oak tree now, I find nothing but empty promises as we grew older and apart. we forgot how to love. we forgot how to forgive.

Posted By claire On 09.13.2009 @ 5:14 pm

She sat in the corner, staring out into space, a little bit sick to her stomach. Don’t think about it, just breathe, because in this corner of her mind, her solace, she relished the one sole comfort that she held on to. A corner of his heart, she just wanted a corner of his mind. Maybe she could dissolve into molecules and sneak into his soul, and maybe then he’d love her back.

Posted By claire On 09.12.2009 @ 1:51 pm

the only logical conclusion is that i love you. i don’t care if love and logic are mutually exclusive. that’s statistics talk. an i know first hand that statistics is dumb. so why not love me too? i think i already know that you do, anyway…

Posted By Claire On 09.11.2009 @ 4:58 pm

i like knots on boatss, sailing knots,. they are so intricate and beautiful it would be interesting to learn how to make them unfortunately i also think of serial killer s when i see them maybe because i watch too mu

Posted By claire On 09.09.2009 @ 3:02 pm

wanted posters line the walls, have you seen this girl? i’d like to make her mine forever they scream, vibrant in their vivid colour that speaks of love. you are the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of the tree called life, and maybe gwen was right when she defied death in the name of love. i defy anything to harm me in your arms, anything except you, and there is always someone to turn to when i need comfort. i remain unwanted in one way but adored in others, and that comforts me when the want turns to vague distaste. you will be my bruise and i bruise forever, in the shape of a heart upon my wrist.

Posted By claire On 09.09.2009 @ 2:10 am

wanted. I wanted a chocolate ice cream cone but then I thought about all the things the ice cream cone would mean. Would mean I needed to work out. Would mean my boyfriend would want me to work out. What do I really want? I want to be perfect. I want to be perfectly wanted.

Posted By claire On 09.08.2009 @ 9:19 pm

Everyone wants to feel wanted. I know i do most of the time. and this feeling of being wanted is one we go about trying to fulfill, make ourselves feel like we are a hot commodity. and this feeling of wanted love is what drives us to go to college, get nice cars, go for plastic surgery, botox, and fake boobs. now, that’s all we ever wanted.

Posted By claire On 09.08.2009 @ 11:41 am

butterflies swirling and tumbling waves in your stomach, does your chest normally come apart at the seams sir? wrap your arms around me, darling, hold my body together with your warmth. eyes and eyes and more eyes again, all trained on the one fixed point – you. it feels like you are the quivering atom upon which the big bang will depend.

Posted By claire On 09.07.2009 @ 2:26 pm

white, blue, workers in the 1900s, dog collar, polos, shirts, jackets

Posted By claire On 09.06.2009 @ 11:57 pm

bleep bleep bleep you sound like a sheep, baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? my hair like twisted silk linen and flax strengthens as you tug, feeling like an straight plait under your fingers. wiry yet soft and strong, waves curling through it as i stroke down gently against your cheek and feel the down stubble of your skin. whether you are blonde or brown your hair smells of you, of the freshness that everyone possesses, and i will bury my face in you and run my fingers through my hair until i find my fortress once again.

Posted By claire On 09.06.2009 @ 3:59 am

They always knew that they would have to pay for what they did. The repercussions were always at the back of their minds, haunting them, nagging them while they went about their everyday tasks. They kept themselves in a convenient bubble with a frame of mind that dictated that they would probably never have to face anything for what they were doing, and this was all very soothing for their egos and consciences.

Posted By Claire On 12.27.2008 @ 5:56 am

my sisters wedding was beautiful. nelson wore a top ht and everyone cried. especially ocean. the boys all wore kilts, which made it a very stange wedding indeed. specially since my sister ooked lke a fairy in her wedding. in the vows nelson said man and wife and had to check himself to make it husband and wife

Posted By Claire On 07.09.2009 @ 10:08 am

I was standing under that tree over there. I was. Right there. Sisty years ago. I swear, this is all true. I stood there and I watched hundreds of tiny blue lights surround me. I was so happy right then. I saw the meaning of life in that light. It changed me forever.

Posted By Claire On 07.04.2009 @ 7:16 am

october is when the leaves fall and coat the ground. its when little furry things go to bed for a long time. its when trees get sick of their appearance and change drastically. its when mothers make their children wear big fuzzy overcoats and mittens. october is the time for family.

Posted By Claire On 07.03.2009 @ 3:29 am

ticket is a paper that helps you to travel around. I think the value of collecting ticket is that you can remember the trips you had by seeing it. Although you can throw it right away, it is great to keep tickets.

Posted By claire On 07.02.2009 @ 6:25 am

the poison ivy crept up the side of the house, entangled, twisted like the lies you weaved and made into a deadly trap. she brushed her hand against it, the beautiful yet the poisonous. the ivy began to grow quickly up into the open window, through the spiked bars, the dream of the ones in love, with death.

Posted By claire On 06.29.2009 @ 1:14 am

we sit in the darkness. the only sounds are our munching on the buttered popcorn. nobody stirs except the occasional fidgeter or the short whispered conversations between giggly girls. then, the blackness becomes complete, and the picture starts to roll.

Posted By Claire On 06.21.2009 @ 6:05 am

I suffocate in an empty space where darkness seems to negate itself entirely. Where’s the door? White walls close in without moving and I sit in exile between colorless orchids.

Posted By Claire On 06.18.2009 @ 11:21 am

index tabs on grey card folders, sticking out of my filing cabinet. papers hurl themselves around willy-nilly as i stand and stare helplessly at the maelstrom that is my room. sometimes a bit of controlled labelling isn’t so bad. papers into folders, folders into cabinet, kick it shut with a careless foot, and stare around at the miraculous slice of floor that’s been revealed. sometimes, bureaucratic manifestations, i love you.

Posted By claire On 09.05.2009 @ 7:03 am

Licorice is a dandy delight. So hidden in it’s flavor (by the name) that I had no idea it was related to fennel. I could not consider myself a fan of licorice, but I understand that if someone offers it to me, I should probably accept. It’s usually one of those things that people either love or hate, but for me, I’m happy right in the middle of fennel or licorice!

Posted By Claire On 09.03.2009 @ 10:20 am

cigarette burns and coffee cups discarded on the rich jarrah veneer of the table, red wood gleaming and glossy in the light, as if it had drunk in too much water and now brimmed over with it. leaning over to pick them up i pinch the cancerous fume-holders in my fingers with disdain.

you are too good for this, lovely one, who used to grow in the forests and now adorns the home of someone more selfish. and using my sleeve as a cloth i tenderly wipe a fingerprint from the table, which seems to shimmer and brim with light even more so in thanks.

Posted By claire On 09.02.2009 @ 7:25 am

constant in a world of variables. dawe. green finch and linnet bird, you are the constant singing in my world of damask and dark. pretty little johanna locked up in her cage, is it discussing or merely halloing? when i do not know what to expect from day to day, you are the one thing i will always return to.

Posted By claire On 09.01.2009 @ 5:54 am

fate, the three, do you think we were fated to meet? i, tipsy and a little rambling, hold your hands in mine as you kneel before a drowsy me, and tell you that i should find the person who convinced me to audition on that day and thank them more than anyone else. you ask me why. i say because it is thanks to them that i met you. you bend down, a smile i have never before seen softening and brightening your face, and kiss my cheek, holding my hands tighter. ‘because i knew you, i have been changed for good’. the more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them. i think that it was chance that made them switch me on those risers that day, and fate that it was then that i met you.

Posted By claire On 08.31.2009 @ 5:28 am