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Life is full of ebbs and flows. It makes me wander if anyone or anything is controlling these at all. Are these seemingly passive flows really someones solid bricks and mortar. Is it set. Fact. Hard and solid. Or are these ebbs and flows really just as they seem.

Posted By esky1118 On 03.22.2013 @ 8:21 pm

he didn’t even think about it. he stretched out his hand and jumped. if only he’d considered himself in the equation. things may have turned out better.

Posted By esky1118 On 11.30.2012 @ 1:56 pm

I used to be somebody.

Posted By esky1118 On 11.12.2012 @ 11:27 am

It was a long long night. I guess you could say that I was spent. Covered from top to toe in mud and feeling a little bit gross to say the least. But the exhilaration was still there. From the smell of the salty sea, to the freshness of the open air.

Posted By esky1118 On 11.10.2012 @ 6:42 pm

For I loved them. But I guess they just didn’t feel the same. They just loved themselves. Pride was not the sin. For vanity was prominent. I will never love them as much as they loved themselves.

Posted By esky1118 On 11.08.2012 @ 5:44 pm

There are many ways to use a toothbrush…some you may not even realise. The funniest one that I think I have ever heard of is cleaning the bum of a cow after birth. My Dad showed me how to do it once. I think I vommed that day.

Posted By esky1118 On 11.04.2012 @ 11:23 am

Slowly. One by one. That was all she could manage…just one at a time. She dare not look up and see where she was headed, it would make the steps all a little unbareable .

Posted By esky1118 On 11.01.2012 @ 11:28 am

You are my rest. My quiet pool of water. The place where I lay my head down, where I take a deep breath, maybe even a sigh.

Posted By esky1118 On 10.23.2012 @ 5:52 pm

Go forth and multiply… What?! Multiply?! That wasn’t the plan.

Posted By esky1118 On 10.22.2012 @ 12:19 pm

All around. Higher than the eye could see. I guess you could say intimidating…yes…intimidating.

Posted By esky1118 On 10.04.2012 @ 1:31 pm

Pink. Blue. Orange. Yellow. Brown. White. Red. Green. And Purple. All sorts. That’s what she saw. Not really sure how to explain it, process it or what to do with it. But she was going to roll with it, that’s all that really could be done.

Posted By esky1118 On 10.03.2012 @ 1:30 pm

If you come by and say the word, I would. I’d hop into your car and we could just drive. Passed everything. All the road signs wooshing past, with not a care of what they say. If you come, I would.

Posted By esky1118 On 10.01.2012 @ 10:26 pm

It was familiar. Every year. Yes, every summer. The smell of pinetrees, old comfy clothes and that great feeling when you haven’t had a shower in three days and nobody cares cause they smell just as bad. That great feeling. Yes, it would never get old.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.29.2012 @ 2:39 am

Once. Twice. Maybe a third time. That was all. Providing life. The air was sucked in to her lungs. Minimal life. But life all the same.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.27.2012 @ 12:50 pm

Dirty, bleeding hands, crying aloud for help. The piercing noise was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Shattering.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.27.2012 @ 12:47 am

If I was a boy I wouldn’t be as rude as you. If I was a girl I wouldn’t talk like you do. If I was old like you I think I would at least try to get out of bed. If I was just starting my life I would make sure I set myself up for happiness. If I was you I would love like nothing else. Then again. Maybe I wouldn’t.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.22.2012 @ 1:28 pm

Despite the fast he was just a boy. Despite the fact that she shouldn’t. Despite the fact. His smile lit something in her heart. Burning deep within. The tuft of hair that spiraled at the back of his neck. His strong hands. To have them placed around her neck, pulling her in to his lips…

Posted By esky1118 On 09.19.2012 @ 1:37 am

A million little pieces of nothing swirled around in her ever expanding head. It was like war. Shrapnel flying everywhere. Exactly like war…you can’t make sense of it

Posted By esky1118 On 09.12.2012 @ 2:45 pm

They built them so high. Bricks and mortar stretching toward the heaven. But the sky rumbled. They came crashing down. The people scattered.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.12.2012 @ 1:35 am

He was stunning. Bright eyes, huge shining smile, strong jaw lines, and muscles that rippled as he flexed.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.08.2012 @ 3:37 am

Slopping beneath their toes. The ground gave way to their feet. Knee deep. Covered from head to toe.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.02.2012 @ 3:21 pm

The wripples rose and fell underneath the gentle touch of her hand. She took a deep breath in; sighed; and left.

Posted By esky1118 On 09.01.2012 @ 4:41 pm

Stumbling. Tripping. Dragging feet. No ounce of energy left in her bones. Deep to the core. Dehydrated. Thirsty for more.

Posted By esky1118 On 08.31.2012 @ 2:49 pm

Unsure. Confused. Her heart thumped inside her chest when his rough hands grasped hers. But…. She was a little hazy. It was all a little misty. She decided to sleep on it.

Posted By esky1118 On 08.17.2012 @ 7:04 pm

He sat twiddling his thumbs. His palms sweaty and clammy. Picking up a magazine from 2 years ago he flicked through the pages, not really even looking at the pages. Dazed. “Mr Stuart”. Taking a deep breath he got up of his seat and followed the nurse in to the next room.

Posted By esky1118 On 08.28.2012 @ 1:27 pm

Refuse to be like this. Refuse to be numb. Force yourself to become a morning person. Do something creative everyday. Laugh daily. Let your heart be broken daily. Strive to be closer to your Father, you’re one true love. Yearn more.

Posted By esky1118 On 08.27.2012 @ 1:22 pm

She always knew deep down that she was not like her. Not a carbon copy that everyone presumed her to be. She was just….different. She had something deep in her soul. Peaceful. Loving. Kind.

Posted By esky1118 On 08.26.2012 @ 3:42 pm

The little pieces of history clattered and clanged in the old china cabinet. A frail clunched over hand reached in to grab one. Her favourite one. Bought from a little brick shop just down the road to her first house, to the house filled with memories of her love, her joy, her life.

Posted By esky1118 On 07.28.2012 @ 5:12 pm

The moment before, you could hear a pin drop. Next; a loud bang, a scream, blood running down her tired face. He didn’t just hit her once. It was twice. Three times.

Kent was reluctant to go in to work that night. He finally pulled his sheets off, mumbling to himself about the ‘joys’ of night shifts. Slipping in to that navy blue uniform, he head out the door, ready for another round on patrol. Little did he know what he would see that night.

Posted By esky1118 On 07.20.2012 @ 2:35 am

Sirens screamed out her name. Calling to her in the distance. Telling her to hang in there. Keep fighting. Help is on the way.

Posted By esky1118 On 07.18.2012 @ 2:49 pm