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sheets
They are crisp, white, clean. I want silk ones. Ours are dirty at the moment, and have lint balls attached to them. My brother has leopard print sheets, I think they are a bit stupid. This reminds me of sheets hanging on a clothes line, over a bright green lawn.. I don’t know why.
Posted By Grace On 12.14.2010 @ 1:18 pm
stamps
“Stamps are great,” he thought. He added one more to his collection. His collection was so full, half the time all he could think about were stamps. “Stamps, stamps, stamps.” Sometimes his wife asked but she always knew the answer. Stamps. So many stamps, but she loved him and his stamps.
Posted By Grace On 12.13.2010 @ 4:08 pm
possibility
the endless possibility… how much has been obsessed over this one simple little word? you find it in the reasoning behind physics, the aspiration of men, the dawn of a new day, the movements of even the little honey bee.
Posted By grace On 12.11.2010 @ 10:34 pm
nail
Hang nails I rip off with my teeth that bleed everyone and hurt worse than the burning intensity of 100, 000, 000 suns. That’s intense as fuuuuuuuck. Also horse penises.
Posted By Grace On 12.04.2010 @ 8:37 pm
understood
when i saw him and took his smile, assimilated it into myself, i felt the rush of oceans and winds and the lull of warmed halycon grass with the chatter of mountain crags and heard warm skin brush with mine. beaten back were they who numbed me and found me quiet and dispondent and strong i grew and enveloped the world.
Posted By Grace On 11.25.2010 @ 7:05 pm
I usually understand when miss explanes but this one time i diddnt .I understand when its time to do my homework but i guess i didnt understand when i got hit the car just swept me off my feet i understood that i should have listened in that assembely about roadsaftey now its too late ….
Posted By Grace On 11.25.2010 @ 1:12 pm
reader
A reader is a person who likes to read. My mom calls me a reader a lot. I don’t read that often, but I like to read when I do. Being a reader can help you learn more words. I geuss being a reader would be a good thing.
Posted By Grace On 11.08.2010 @ 9:50 am
shore
we used to vacation in Leelanau, Michigan. We would walk up and down the shore looking for Petosky stones, between flocks of seagulls and crashing waves from Lake Michigan. Dad would trudge ahead, barefoot, leaving giant slushy prints for us to follow.
Posted By grace On 10.25.2010 @ 1:30 pm
weeks
it’s been weeks since I have had a good night’s sleep. Time is fluid, and I don’t keep track of days anymore. My shoulders ache and my fingers tremble, but this paper is not going to write itself. No.
Posted By grace On 10.25.2010 @ 4:19 am
whiskers
sweater
“If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this string as I walk away.”
It was the first song he ever played for me. It was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
Posted By grace On 10.16.2010 @ 10:53 am
I wrap the fabric around you… kiss your eyes… i lift you from the tomb where you sleep and drop you into the night… the splash confiming my suspicions
Posted By Grace On 10.15.2010 @ 12:29 pm
sweater is an american word. i’m from england and over here we call it a jumper. and that’s a better association; jumping around and going crazy rather than sweating all over the place. urgh.
Posted By Grace On 10.15.2010 @ 12:17 pm
sunlight
watch
clock time second minute see look watching strap me you my neighbor my neghborhood second hand hour day week time
Posted By Grace On 09.22.2010 @ 8:44 pm
motel
every time i pass that place i think of the night we shared together. the gunshots and the yelling i heard the next morning. the way the television screen glowed beneath the fire of you and me. and sometimes i wonder how exactly i thought i’d
Posted By grace On 09.20.2010 @ 1:46 am
rustling
The rustler slowly crept through the barn his feet not even stirring the straw on the barn floor. the sheep bleated but with deft hands he caught one.
Posted By grace On 08.24.2010 @ 2:14 am
the rustling of the sheets always comforted me… until it was only my rustling that woke me, then it only made me cry harder.
Posted By Grace On 08.23.2010 @ 8:04 pm
understood
i love you, very much… i hope you can understand someday. remember me when your old and gray, I would assume its understood, that, of course, I did all that I could.
Posted By Grace On 08.21.2010 @ 10:16 pm
kettle
Calling the white kettle black? Like the sheep? I never used sayings like that. In fact. I just want my tea. I hear whistling. One moment please…
Posted By Grace On 08.10.2010 @ 5:42 pm
a tea kettle sits on the stove. brewing a perfect cup of tea for me right before I drift into a deep slumber, hoping to wake with a different life. As i pour the water out the steam hits my face creating an at home facial.
Posted By grace On 08.10.2010 @ 1:58 pm
complete
“you complete me” – the biggest load of bullshit i’ve ever heard. oh, really? i thought you might have had 46 chromosomes on your own, my dad. i guess you’re a vapid empty THING that needs another person to complete them.
aren’t we all our own person? shouldn’t we all BE our own person?
Posted By grace On 07.24.2010 @ 1:58 pm
driven
you always send me back, no matter how tired you are. every time. tonight was no exception, you drove me back, and somehow, i like the feeling of being driven around. thats the secret, thats why i always drag going for driving classes, i’m afraid once i get my license, i’d have to drive YOU around.
Posted By grace On 07.23.2010 @ 9:45 am
gift
i thought gifts were tokens of love. but you don’t like it when i gift you a gift. i saved up so many months for it, just to see utter disappointment on your face. i am not giving you anything anymore. it was your 21st birthday, what was i to do?
Posted By grace On 07.22.2010 @ 12:19 am
vase
flowers are the most basic thing to put in a vase. i think vases are delicate and fragile, i think they look best with little white flowers inside them. i think vases need to be washed daily. i think that vases break too easily. maybe we should make them unbreakable.
Posted By grace On 07.21.2010 @ 10:08 am
pleased
to be pleased = to be satisfied….
“here in the morning light, yes i’m satisfied.” – ringo starr
please please me… a great beatles album.
i am pleased.
Posted By grace On 07.14.2010 @ 9:20 pm
generate
to make something out of nothing. to create and let it go, like the butterfly wings on a summer afternoon. simple enough.
Posted By grace On 07.10.2010 @ 9:38 am
