Entries By momo
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rocker
simplify
We need to simplify life and try to get in touch with our inner spirit!
Posted By Momo On 05.09.2013 @ 10:14 am
mumbling
weathered
Cape Cod houses. Gong clamming. Digging by hand on th shore. 100 year old boards and red paint. Horseshoe crabs in tidal pool.s Battles between hermit crabs over the best shells. Seaweed and salty sunburns. Weathered for a reason
Posted By momo On 02.20.2013 @ 6:39 pm
methods
I love writing, and I love how it’s just as easy as write. As much as you can. In sixty seconds. All your secrets, desires. Past pains, future hopes. Words are the key to the universe. They can accomplish anything. It’s the one thing that unites all people and all you have to do is write.
Posted By Momo On 08.01.2012 @ 8:54 am
splash
The pool, the rock. I throw it in and it floats. What? Rocks don’t float, but this one does. Like a leaf, disguised as a rock. How peculiar.
Posted By Momo On 03.29.2012 @ 4:05 pm
dismissed
dismissed in a word. Class dismissed – it’s time to go home! Your ideas were dismissed. It was not such a great day. Dismissed sounds like and ending.
Posted By momo On 03.09.2012 @ 8:00 pm
autumn
autumn winds bring despair of winter chills as beauty reaches its peak right before it says good bye red yellow orange all heart felt warm colors swiriling around and about goodbye summer love till we meet again until then let’s watch autumn say goodbye
Posted By momo On 11.08.2011 @ 10:26 am
scout
bear scout cub scout treasures and searching and lurking around the trees and through nature we think we own scout is adventure and longing to find something that may not even exist girl scouts boy scouts lame scouts home scouts college scouts sports searching finding
Posted By momo On 10.15.2011 @ 3:41 am
near
I felt so near to the prize, so close! But it always runs… I hate strings on dollar bills.
Posted By Momo On 08.13.2011 @ 2:48 pm
muse
I think I might be his muse. After all I thought that I was some sort of a musical vessel to him, bringing him closer to his inner artist. I have the feeling that in a few years, I will look back on this moment and think, “Oh shit!”.
Posted By momo On 07.29.2011 @ 6:56 pm
skeleton
A skeleton is a hard cold object that speaks of death and what has been already. It’s the structure, the underlying frame which everything else is based upon. Without a skeleton, everything just falls apart.
Posted By Momo On 07.23.2011 @ 12:30 pm
held
He held the glass upside down and watched as the last drop fell out. No more, no less. He had enough to go to sleep for the day. Tomorrow had already started.
Posted By momo On 06.20.2011 @ 9:06 am
foreign
my mom is foreign. I am foreign. We are all foreign. No one belongs to anything and nothing belongs to anyone!
Posted By MoMo On 04.21.2011 @ 11:23 pm
recipes
I like to give the recipe of goodness and compassion to the dots on the computers of crazy politicians that gos over and eat brains of believers! And then make all them eat
Posted By Momo On 01.18.2011 @ 5:44 pm
coaster
like a roller coaster of love, ah hoo hoo hoo. or put a coaster under that glass. I can coaster into third. it’s a coast to coaster. the star coaster. the west coaster, left coaster
Posted By Momo On 04.15.2010 @ 1:51 pm
corner
Smrt je dezorjentisana materija koja je samu sebe ispovraćala. Zaudara na prolost i brani mi da volim nekoga koga sam oduvek voleo. Dosta cveća na odru upija vonj koja je u čoveku bila kao otrov.
Posted By MOMO On 09.13.2009 @ 5:48 am
gear
second gear in the car. living life on the fast lane and not caring what people may say and think. Getting ready for the future.
Posted By momo On 12.09.2008 @ 1:15 am
stereo
stereotypes are annoying because they push me to live inside a box that is too small. Unlike a stero,i’m forced to be quite and live life without any noise!
Posted By momo On 09.03.2009 @ 3:15 pm
startled
oh my god. it just touched me. it just caressed my skin with it’s wet lips. i dont like him., he is eveerything i have never liked. everything that has ever hurt me. he is nothing. he is it.
Posted By momo On 11.02.2008 @ 7:22 pm
feathered
They fell from the sky. I looked up, my eyes watering in the bright sunlight. something flew past, white wings against white backdrop. My heart leapt a little, an exhilirated rush that i couldn’t identify. i wonder what it’s like to fly…
Posted By Momo On 09.27.2008 @ 1:45 pm
proud
complete
What completes me is something that I can’t have, something that I’ve tried endlessly to achieve over the course of my latter years. Is it love? Is it something to compensate for the loneliness I feel? I try to fill this empty void within my soul with something that shouldn’t be there. Hollow promises, superficial relationships,
Posted By Momo On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
certain
pedal
Pedal=bike. My friends taught me how to ride a bike. My dad tried to teach me but I couldn’t cause he would yell and put so much pressure on me. I love my friends, it was so amazing when I finally knew how.
Posted By MoMo On 12.06.2009 @ 4:22 am
