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the cafe is like the tea, but not at all, it stems in something of the like. It’s a tradition, you know. it stands in PAris, and lovers sitting around smoking cigarettes as if forever really does exist. And I suppose, that the taste is bitter, but funnily enough they support the sweetest, most vivid conversations, at one in the morning, or two, or three, I’ll be sipping coffee with youPosted By Naomi On 04.23.2013 @ 9:01 am
there’s a colour i like ot call blue, but i’t s not, it’s tinted beautifula nd starts with a m an dends with pretty, it looks like you my dear, magenta shines like your eyes and your smile combined in one. Magenta shines like love’s gone mad, although I suppose it was never sane to begin with. And so this story goes like many do,Posted By naomi On 04.22.2013 @ 12:57 am
terrain. how do i navigate the terrain of your heart; your soul? how on earth do i figure out how the fuck to make you see it’s not always me. i am not always to blame on this god forsaken planet. and yet…here we stand-apart. too fucking stubborn to admit fault. and you’re jealous of my friendship with her.Posted By Naomi On 03.10.2013 @ 6:39 am
I am stalling my run this morning.
Not sure why because I’m feeling excited to explore my new route.
But I keep putting it off every 30 min. My original goal was to leave at 7:30 am and now I’m saying I’ll leave at 8 am. Now I should start running at 8:30 am and be done by 11, in time for lunch – exploring a new restaurant today.
In the time that I wrote this I could have been up and starting to get ready. But instead, I write. Stalled.Posted By Naomi On 02.23.2013 @ 7:11 am
I must write. God, I have such urges to write, such urges to string together words be they short or long, beautiful or disturbing, anything crooked and in the middle. But when I rush to the pen all I can do is stare and stare and stare because I forgot, in my urgency, of a subject to write on.Posted By naomi On 01.07.2013 @ 6:25 pm
There is an INSANE amount of items on the grocery store shelves. It overwhelms me and puts me into a tailspin of sorts. A panic. We laugh and call it the #expatpanic but there is truly TOO much. The excess and choice in America is TOO much. Toothpaste? A whole aisle. Shaving cream? The same! Even apples, strawberries and oranges. TOo muchPosted By Naomi On 01.03.2013 @ 8:39 am
I was never so determined to kiss you as I was when I was not with you. I never wanted the taste of your lips so bad as I did when I could not see them. I forgot what your voice sounded like but I never forgot how good you looked. I forgot just why I loved you, but I knew I did. So my determination grew To make you love me too I wanted to kiss you so badly I forgot why I forgot what you did to deserve it In the first placePosted By naomi On 12.13.2012 @ 3:31 am
To be cretive and express yourself through drawing something that means something to you. Art galleries are full of drawings and wise people with opinions and for this reason they are one of my favourite places. I could stay in an art gallery all day and not get bored.Posted By Naomi On 11.11.2012 @ 1:36 pm
afraid is fear of the unknown. fear of what we dont understand. a dark and lonely place in only ourselves are present and only we understand in our core and heart. a bad feeling we all feel about things that are important and close to our hearts. it is with us from birth to death and everyone experiences it no matter where they are from and who they are. money and status can never solve being afraid. we are more afraid when we have more to losePosted By naomi On 09.23.2012 @ 3:09 pm
Chains dangled from the ceiling. I put my hands out blindly, it was dark, so dark. I could hear clanging and clattering, but beneath that there was another sound. Soft, barely perceptible, but still there. Rustling and chattering. There was something here. Something in the dark.Posted By Naomi On 08.25.2012 @ 5:38 pm
Jason and Emily stood near the banks of the river where they used to play as children. He bends over and his fingers fold around a round, flat rock. He straightens his back and, after giving Emily a wink, whips his wrist so that the rock starts skipping over the water. 1, 2, 3, 4. It sinks into the river. Emily walks over to him and picks up her own rock. She throws the rock on the water competitively. 1, 2, 3, 4. And it too sinks.Posted By Naomi On 08.13.2012 @ 3:00 pm
“Please” she whispered as he walked by her, not even glancing at her through his glazed-over eyes. The soft, earthy green had disappeared and turned cold. She sank to her knees, begging for a reaction, anything. She was left only with the rhythmic beating of his feet hitting the hardwood floors and the memory of the way things were.Posted By Naomi On 08.12.2012 @ 3:05 am
the first thing that comes to mind when i think of this word is hospitals, paramedics, ambulances, accidents, deaths, hurt. the more i think about it it reminds me of my mom and the day she felt sick, and furthermore, this reminds me of the horrible accident that i had with my mom last year in November 2011.Posted By Naomi On 07.18.2012 @ 8:41 pm
Your entry to the room. The room where you can find what you wish to find. Is it in here that you will find your heart desires? Probably not after all it’s just a room with a door a door with a doorknob. What could it possibly hold for you.? If you go insid and you don’t find what you’re looking for what will you do? Will you find another door another doorknob. Will it change you or will you change it. Does your presence ever concern the room. Or does it just continue it’s on small exciting containing the things you place in only really exciting in your mind.Posted By Naomi On 07.14.2012 @ 9:26 am
Kazuki walked up to the door that led to Ryouta’s bedroom. From the room, Kazuki could hear the dull hum of his friend’s crying, which mixed with the occasional sound of an object being thrown against the wall. Kazuki knocked at the door and waited for response. Finally, Ryouta said, “Who is it?” “It’s Kazuki. Please let me in.” From the other side of the door, the younger male could hear his friend’s sarcastic laugh. “Seriously?” A tear slid down his cheek as he responded, “Please, Ryo. I’m sorry.” “Don’t call me that.”Posted By Naomi On 07.13.2012 @ 11:27 am
Damian held Noemi close, resting his chin on the top of his head. A tear slid down her cheek and her body began to tremble. Underneath her shirt sleeve, he could feel the lump of a a bandaid. “Emi, what happened?” Her face contorted to that of shock as she attempted to wiggle her arm away. Damian lifted her sleeve upwards and revealed a bandaid. He whispered, “What did he do to you?”Posted By Naomi On 07.12.2012 @ 11:48 am
He pushed back her long and dark hair, gently placing it behind her ear. “let’s go!” he whispered as he slipped his fingers into her hand. His feet carried them down the hill with grass that faded brown. When they reached the bottom, the land revealed a railroad track that looked as if it had been forgotten for years.Posted By Naomi On 07.03.2012 @ 9:29 pm
The stunning, black horse reared as it’s owner tightened the straps of his worn leather harness. He let out a whinny before jerking his head from side to side in frustration. His owner, who was used to this response from the stallion, attached the harness to the straps of the carriage before petting him on the neck and whispering, “sorry boy.”Posted By Naomi On 07.02.2012 @ 8:38 pm
The car raced along the road, occasionally jumping at a pothole or one of the bumps that went unnoticed when the street was being repaved. Emily rested her heavy head on in her the palm of her hand, her fingers curving along her cheek, as she stared out the window. She watched the decaying trees whip by while she let out a sigh.Posted By Naomi On 07.01.2012 @ 11:28 am