Entries By m
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tempted
I was tempted to let my mind wonder into the depths of the ocean. Free from the restraints of other more complicated thoughts and duties I was obliged to upkeep. Nothing would have given me more happiness but I controlled myself, with holding the taste of sweet plum I knew was cheer from my appetite and focused on the dinner table.
Posted By M On 05.18.2011 @ 6:34 am
Tempted. I have been tempted many times. Often, I fail. It’s almost funny how easy it is to fail when sex is involved. Tempt a guy one time and if you even raise a finger later, he’ll raise more than that. I’ve been tempted.
Posted By M On 05.17.2011 @ 10:18 pm
curious
I’m not curious enough. To expect the grand only to receive something greater. For me, the fear of mediocracy is greater than the grand.
Posted By M On 05.16.2011 @ 1:01 pm
forgotten
A semblance of self, left laughing in the dusk beside long dark water. These are the shadows we live with, the ghosts that point and chuckle at our pratfalls. Sing me a new song.
Posted By M On 05.16.2011 @ 5:10 am
glowing
She was glowing that day. There was more to it than the news she had just shared, or the laughing child on her lap. I was not sure why she was smiling the way she was, but I felt inspired to find that sort of happiness to. I decided I must first look within myself.
Posted By m On 05.12.2011 @ 9:45 pm
clover
One day i was lying in the grass searching for a 4 leaf clover…. i couldn’t find one so i made one using saliva as an adhesive and brought it inside and gave it to my mother.
Posted By M On 04.30.2011 @ 7:45 pm
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it. But I did. And guess what? He lost. He lost this thing that was so important to him. This contest was all he had. I said “Use the clover!” And he wanted to. But he grabbed the wrong container. Poison. In for a taste, and he’s gone. Why was there poison at a cooking contest?
Posted By M On 04.30.2011 @ 5:12 pm
chorus
Everyday people sing in chorus class. They are never happy to be there. They don’t like who they sit next to. They only take this class because it makes their parents proud. But, how will they pick what they like when their parents no longer have a say?
Posted By M On 04.30.2011 @ 10:03 am
trailer
I guess I romanticize airstream trailers. If I had an all-consuming love, we could live by a river in a trailer with nothing but some quilts, canned soup, and candles.
Posted By M On 04.26.2011 @ 10:10 pm
living in a double wide. the trailer park down the street from my parents house. trashy. brown shag carpet, and blue recliners with chinet plates in the garbage.
Posted By m On 04.26.2011 @ 5:36 pm
intersection
I have no thoughts on intersection other than the intersection of what life is and what each of us thinks it is…so amazingly unique and confoundingly difficult to comprehend at times
Posted By M On 04.26.2011 @ 10:06 am
styrofoam
Styrofoam. Makes me think of projects when I was a kid, the nasty taste when you’d have to drink water out of one, and those huge balls at the art store that I still don’t understand a purpose for.
Posted By M On 04.23.2011 @ 11:00 am
acoustic
guitars? acoustic music touches the soul in a different way because if forces you to focus on the simple beauties in music. you listen to the lyrics, the basic chords and maybe you can find something deeper. sometimes you need to peel back the complexities of life and just feel it.
Posted By m On 04.19.2011 @ 2:50 pm
I don’t really know what acoustic is because I’m not really a music person, but with that being said, it reminds me of something music, some beats, or how it sounds, or something like that? I’m not sure. I like the sound of the word acoustic though. The way ‘cou’ is in the middle of the word is a bit weird though.
Posted By M On 04.18.2011 @ 9:28 pm
whiskey
poison. something that changes people as surely as the earth’s rotation changes day to night and night back to day. it is something that makes us different, alien. people lose control, they lose their lives, their friends and family. it’s a simple word, but the meaning runs deep into your blood and destroys you.
Posted By m On 04.17.2011 @ 1:49 pm
luxurious
what a word. it makes you think of velvet or fine wine or other items that pretentious people pride themselves in having. I guess luxury isn’t something we all have and that’s pretty sad. there’s a lot of poverty out there. we need to do our part to make that misfortune go away.
Posted By m On 04.16.2011 @ 8:22 pm
thirst
Roxanne thirsted for someone. anyone. a caring person, to love her for who she is. A hug, a kiss, a sign of affection. Thirst for someone. Help.
Posted By M On 04.10.2011 @ 8:06 pm
plans
Plans will burn you every fucking time. Plans are the place where heart is lost in translation, and insight drips from the hole in your soul.
Posted By M On 04.03.2011 @ 9:08 pm
galaxy
ego
My ego is full to bursting point. Everywhere I look i see crowds of people wearing makeup to mask who they truly are, their true intentions, their values, their beliefs. All substansially hidden in the makeup they so proudly display on thrface
Posted By m On 04.01.2011 @ 9:10 pm
You are so egotistical! You only think about yourself. Why? Why don’t you love me like you should, why isn’t this my fairytale ending, why aren’t you who I thought you were? Why do you enjoy doing this to me?
Posted By M On 04.01.2011 @ 4:57 pm
purpose
What is the purpose of being here? is it to find love? lust?money? or power? Why bother being on this earth if you have no purpose? perhaps your purpose it to search for a purpose, to be happy and content and enjoy the journey. yes it is cliche, but why spend your whole life looking for what you’re supposed to be rather than being what you are right now?
Posted By M On 03.31.2011 @ 11:47 am
digital
like my fingers on the keys, the keyboard, the phone, calling you. you wake up in my bed to the digital clock setting off an alarm, over and over, snooze. we hold each other but we always let go in the end, when it’s time for you to leave.
Posted By m On 03.29.2011 @ 8:15 am
digital like my fingers on the keys, the keyboard, the phone, calling you. you wake up in my bed to the digital clock setting off an alarm, over and over, snooze. we hold each other but we always let go in the end, when it’s time for you to leave
Posted By m On 03.29.2011 @ 8:06 am
classic
beauty, peaceful, style, no change, centuries, forever, sameness, uniform, black
Posted By m On 03.26.2011 @ 11:14 am
shape
Figures and pictures i can;t control them it scare me but i can;t control them i doubt i even have a handle onmyelf because this house is to square. Why do i live in a square fucking house.
Posted By M On 03.20.2011 @ 3:00 am
wanted
I wanted to be the best at something. Now, in my 60s, I find that I am one of billions who are just getting along. We’re all ants – trudging along, doing our jobs, loving and feeding our families – destined to die beside something bigger than us that we were lugging home to the nest.
Posted By M On 03.19.2011 @ 6:48 am
gym
hate it very much. nobody should go to gym. gym is suck. the worst thing about it the sweat.
Posted By m On 03.18.2011 @ 6:04 am
wander
I like to just wander aimlessly sometimes. If you don’t know how to wander aimlessly than you are missing something in life. I sometimes think what it would be like to wander and never stop.
Posted By M On 03.15.2011 @ 12:19 am
