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I suppose that making an assumption is about the same. Sometimes it’s good to suppose if it helps you cope, although one can get too far supposing on things that really aren’t there. Supposing is assuming. I guess.

Posted By leslie On 10.03.2011 @ 1:22 pm

many braids together are very cool. one braid is solitary and serious. two are childlike. the more the braids the older and wiser you seem. interwoven childlike qualities and a love for life.

Posted By leslie On 10.01.2011 @ 3:59 pm

half is good because if the half is something you don’t really desire, then you only have to deal with half of it insead of all of it. half is good because if it the half of something is something that you REALLY want then at least you get to share half

Posted By leslie On 09.29.2011 @ 1:58 pm

An architect of sorts, you surround my heap of wood determined to flame it up into something grand… you admire the way my eyes melt down your every move and begin to conjure up memories past; you’re back home, young… you’re building tents with your sister in your room from hand stitched quilts and heavy things… you’re building me a playground, you’re hanging me a swing.

Posted By Leslie On 09.27.2011 @ 11:05 pm

I ran through the playground overjoyed that my favorite swing was free at last. I hadn’t been back here since my best friend moved away a few months ago. We used to be able to share the swing, and we could stay on there for hours, laughing and joking at everything life had to throw at us.

Posted By Leslie On 09.27.2011 @ 10:05 pm

pressed against a wall. thats how life works. everyone gets to puke their feelings on you. and somehow they cant take the time to listen to you.

so you are stuck bottling everything.

Posted By leslie On 09.25.2011 @ 6:18 pm

lets celebrate us. lets celebrate the fact that we are so different that we fight as much as we talk. lets celebrate that we cant we together

Posted By leslie On 09.19.2011 @ 11:15 pm

Like a scent vision clogging my nostrils, the lingering puffs of smoke shot up through my system… I could taste the heaviness of tonights situation, I could feel the coiling and running and finding of death. Five seconds ago the shootout found me ready, and though the fear stung, my adrenaline poured with an unmatched strength into the diluted salvation of the heroin and sling it found there, in me. I reached into my pocket, and it was over… there he wasn’t anymore… there was he gone with good intention; there was he lifeless as I stepped away, floating with the smooth of the drugs in my veins… collapsing.

Posted By Leslie On 09.17.2011 @ 7:08 pm

I cant keep pounching the walls I have to do something. she needs me, and I have no idea how to help.

Posted By leslie On 09.16.2011 @ 7:16 pm

My bank account was very small….no money at all….then I bought a ticket….and hit every number…..MEGA MILLIONS LOTTERY……I lost count of the zeros….now my bank account is full……so full …..I will never want for anything ever again…..as long as I live

Posted By Leslie On 09.14.2011 @ 5:30 pm

I think of ballet barre. Different spelling, I know. But I think of my best friend–who is a ballerina. She is the epitome of grace, poise and beauty. I aspire to be like her.

Posted By Leslie On 09.08.2011 @ 8:03 pm

You dissect the lining of my thoughts with superior fucked up ness… you decompose my justifications and you powder down my dispositions with a soft shrug and a hard hand crammed on piano keys for day, just trying to teach me something… or trying to impart a… simple song, I lost the lyrics to weeks ago…

Posted By Leslie On 09.06.2011 @ 5:50 pm

I wish we were both pepper. maybe that way we would stop fighting.

Posted By leslie On 09.03.2011 @ 6:47 pm

I peeled off the scab and stepped gently into the ocean… I felt the salt water gently wade over the open wound. It felt nice; the fragility of my being exposed under the thin pressure of a small wave. I let its chill run through my soul, I let it pour in again and again… awaiting the feeling that meant I might be healing again.

Posted By Leslie On 09.02.2011 @ 9:36 pm

we live on avenue Q ! never even seen that show. also, east avenue ! i drive down that everyday

lots of songs talk about strolling down the avenue, it sounds sophisticated and special like 5th avenue NYC. glamorous, rich . i want to live on 5th near central park!

Posted By Leslie On 08.31.2011 @ 5:20 pm

“first chance we get” i said “we get the hell out. Promise?”

“promise” she said

Posted By leslie On 08.30.2011 @ 8:53 pm

she types as fast and swiftly as she can.. she types and types 4 walls and types phone rings in the background and types she knows she doesnt belong here and types all she has to do is get up and leave

but she doesnt

instead, she keeps typing.

Posted By leslie On 08.27.2011 @ 11:35 pm

There is so much destruction and chaos in is world. God is not pleased. It’s a wonder that He allows Earth to continue spinning!

Posted By Leslie On 08.26.2011 @ 5:18 pm

cover smell of rain titter patter splashing mudpuddles are all adjectives that come to mind. Closing the umbrellas as entering car of establishment isn’t something I look forward to, always seems awkward and what to do with the wet?

Posted By leslie On 08.25.2011 @ 3:20 am

I’m sinking, and its all because I dont have it in me to say no.

Posted By leslie On 08.22.2011 @ 11:32 pm

It’s poison. it’s super poison that will be used to kill us all. Everyone who is part of the Human race. Poison will kill us all!!!!! Because of YOU!!!!!

Posted By Leslie On 08.21.2011 @ 7:29 pm

Oh the places I will go.

Posted By Leslie On 08.21.2011 @ 11:07 am

transport, walking away, leaving someone. Why do I always leave people. Why does this have to be so sad. Why can’t I write about something wonderful. Like transportation to a happier place. That’s where I’m going right? I’m being transported to a place where I could fall in love. Where my friendships are stronger. I’m not going away. I’m going somewhere new. Somewhere better.

Posted By Leslie On 08.20.2011 @ 10:31 pm

He would place large books beneath his thin jeans… praying father didn’t see the thick lining, the obvious squares of safety from the stinging whip awaiting fall. His punishment was meant to be a physical pain, but drew its breath farther in… grabbed more than his precious, young hide. It banished his emotional self; his being of light and safety, security and love to a dim scope of loves palette, all raw… what was never required to make a point, sank in like a punch to the gut, with hard cover books scattered on the rug.

Posted By Leslie On 08.15.2011 @ 2:50 am

i see a tree near me it is filled with leaves also cars are passing by, i hate working by the window, so many distractons. every five minutes my mind wanders to never never land. god i hate sitting here i wish i was out side .

Posted By leslie On 08.13.2011 @ 11:29 am

to fine. something worth (discovering) is usually significant. Knowledge perhaps.

Posted By leslie On 08.12.2011 @ 1:10 pm

we both know the answer to the question. all i have to do is say. simple right? only, things are never that simple.

Posted By leslie On 08.11.2011 @ 10:17 pm

stop asking questions you do not want to hear the answers to.

stop demanding them, and pushing them away.

it doesnt matter how many times you ask the same stupid questions the answers are always going to be the same. you, not wanting to listen is another thing. maybe its about time you accept the fact that everything is not perfect.

Posted By leslie On 08.11.2011 @ 10:09 pm

I don’t like elastic!

you cant stretch me out, and expect me to restore my shape instantly. I am not elastic. there are only so many times you can pull me. after a while i break.

Posted By leslie On 08.10.2011 @ 8:14 pm

A band… pulling at my heartstrings. Do you even want me, still. There is this light, miles away from my vision… there is a question, yanking, holding tight and quivers to the promise I once thought was made mutually between us. If you don’t want to know me anymore, then what is the wait on letting go and rearing back, right into my elastic slap?

Posted By Leslie On 08.10.2011 @ 3:37 pm