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No reaction. She sat there not moving a muscle in her face. I watched her and wondered what went on inside her head. I was filled with joy and she was filled with bitterness it seemed. What went one inside her head?

Posted By M On 06.05.2013 @ 3:20 am

Sisterhood is something that I’ve really never got to enjoy, although I have three sisters of my own. The older we get, the more we’ve bonded but really I feel like I was robbed of this experience when I was a child due to my mothers selfishness.

Posted By M On 06.01.2013 @ 7:54 pm

The glass shattered as the beer bottle fell to the ground. My dad’s eyes stared at me as he rolled up the sleeves if his shirt, I knew what was coming. He wound up and in a matter of seconds I was out cold on the ground with a bruise just the right size to say I ran into a pole.

Posted By M On 05.26.2013 @ 1:33 pm

Not really sure what to write.. so I’ll write about something else. The boy I like has made me believe he loves me.. only to tell me that his girlfriend of 6 months is the one for him. I’ve never been so heartbroken

Posted By m On 05.25.2013 @ 9:45 am

The weight of the rock matched the depression in my heart. Hard to believe that just 4 days ago, my beloved wife had passed into the heavens which she so lovingly spoke of and revered.

Posted By M On 05.20.2013 @ 4:09 pm

I don’t really know much about Mahattan. Its a place I’ve never been. I’ve been to Philidelphia, I’ve been to Miami. I have been to L.A, Seattle, Denver. Never manhattan

Posted By m On 05.16.2013 @ 12:15 pm

mkmkm

Posted By M On 04.22.2013 @ 1:26 pm

As her face smashes the dashboard she begins to remember the intricacies of her life. All of the things she never did. All of the wasted opportunities. All of the regrets.

Posted By M On 04.10.2013 @ 5:08 am

Truth is the only thing that allows people to see things from a universal prospective of clearness and full awareness, thus letting us discover and realize thing we could’ve never imagined before. The beauty of the truth is in its boldness and sometimes even harshness.

Posted By M On 03.18.2013 @ 1:58 pm

overt means something known or in the open. which is too much i guess or not acceptable to be so obvious. anyway the term is used in cool ways and is like over and t which is lame and i dont know why is this being written.

Posted By m On 03.16.2013 @ 9:02 am

She was once so proud. She stood tall, in her blue dress, Hands, face, smooth as cream. Now she puts down the frame and Sighs. Now, she sits alone. Her hands, face, withered with time.

Posted By M On 03.11.2013 @ 10:04 am

She was weak, she was hot. Sour, like the edges of grapes, the skin that was red and bitter and only taste all at once. She crawled through the window, ignoring the shattered glass that broke her weeping skin.

Posted By M On 03.03.2013 @ 6:27 pm

instill fear. instill blah. bored. ok bye. can i go now? but i want to check what happens when the ticker runs out. can you make the ticker run out sooner. i’d really like the ticker to run out already. or maybe like half a min back. so much longer to go. sigh. almost there. yaay!

Posted By m On 03.02.2013 @ 12:16 pm

Leathery, leathery is the skin of the old woman I see. Years of laboring in the sun has made her hands tough and her heart strong. Her eyes fill with tears when she looks upon the fruits of her labor.

Posted By M On 02.22.2013 @ 6:36 am

the side of the old house was so weathered, you could see through two of the clapboards. I was frightened, but I held Kaylee’s hand tightly in my own. It was time to find out. Is this house haunted? Or is it just misunderstood?

Posted By M On 02.21.2013 @ 5:10 am

Tired. Also sick of life but also just in need of rest. The word feels kinda french because you say the same thing in french and it is not connnected to thirst but I still feel like it has to do with it and also I think hunger.

Posted By M On 02.17.2013 @ 10:41 am

something fancy

Posted By m On 02.15.2013 @ 2:49 am

Oh it’s that thing we live in.Or maybe it’s something flat not round or anything.God this is hard.WAHHHHHHHHHHHH timeis running out.And also flat when you say a person is flat

Posted By M On 02.14.2013 @ 9:58 am

Knock, knock, knock. Hello? Who? Would you like to buy? No thanks. Really? You sure? Yes.

Posted By M On 02.08.2013 @ 10:22 am

I could never be a salesman. Well, for one thing, I’m a woman, but that’s not the point. A salesman has the most boring, uneventful job. Who wants to sell people shit? Not me, that’s for sure. I would rather run around in pretty dresses, talking to people about semi-serious shit, than sell boring shit to boring people at a boring job. Yep, I said it. Make me pretty.

Posted By M On 02.07.2013 @ 8:15 pm

His tired eyes were dull and lifeless. Blue irises that once held a passion and joy but looking at them now you could hardly tell that. He was tired, to put it mildly. A lifetime of research and hardwork– not to mention an incredible amount of money that he was still attempting to earn back- and what did he have to show for it? Not a damn thing.

Posted By M On 02.07.2013 @ 3:24 pm

bad jail dead power crime blood knife

Posted By m On 02.03.2013 @ 2:41 am

On the beach, walking along the sand, my feet sink into the warm, gritty sand. I look into the distance and the waves swell up and rinse my toes. I am at peace.

Posted By M On 01.31.2013 @ 8:49 am

The music begins to play and the song starts to swell. The lyrics sound like words, but the rhythm and the feeling that the singer brings makes it Music.

Posted By M On 01.23.2013 @ 2:17 pm

Sometimes, it gets hard to tell if it’s real. Is it just me or do you feel it too? Am I going crazy? But, then you say that I’m not alone and those night-thoughts are concrete. It’s real. It’s true.

Posted By M On 01.22.2013 @ 7:24 pm

sweep sleep sheep peep leap deep, she counted words as she tried to drift off blah blah blah blah feeling so uninspired today……….

Posted By M On 01.16.2013 @ 8:58 pm

gray dust rushed from under the tires and we were off; engine chugging as we swept across the desert floor. I gave him a look, “We can always come back”

Posted By M On 01.16.2013 @ 11:32 am

I want to write a speech for you, one in which I tell you everything I am feeling and everything I am sorry for. You would hear it and you would understand. You would take me back into your life. Unfortunately, I don’t know the words to make this speech into something that translates, into something you would tolerate hearing.

Posted By M On 01.15.2013 @ 10:44 am

I cried today. Again. He was still gone and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. Separated by an intangible distance. Come back to me. My wet face can’t take this hurt anymore. Cry Cry Cry again…come put a stop to this. Please. Please. I beg, I cry, weeping the salted tears down my worried eyes.

Posted By m On 01.11.2013 @ 11:21 am

I really must make more time. Time goes quickly – wake (pretend to wake), wake (really), school, lunch (pretend to lunch), school, study things I just did, study things I will do, sleep, wake. I need more time to be happy – read, write, doodle, practice music, chat, smile.

Posted By M On 01.07.2013 @ 10:32 pm