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I have a tiny flame living inside my chest. A flame Of unrequited, unsaid feelings. It needs oxygen, wants nothing more than to grow. But I keep it trapped. When the flames leap towards my throat, I swallow them back down. Words are the price of oxygen. I can’t afford it.

Posted By Paige On 05.05.2013 @ 1:28 pm

It disappears but it’s still there, in the air, in the water, what you breathe. It’s gone but it’s not. It melts away and turns into nothing but is everything. missing. but there. always.

Posted By Paige On 05.01.2013 @ 7:12 pm

This back and forth banter. It’s too much. Too cute. I was never one for flirting. Your pieces skirting across the board, back and forth. This game has been going on for far too long. I’ll just tell you how I feel instead. Checkmate.

Posted By Paige On 04.23.2013 @ 6:51 pm

The coffee in my mug was too hot to drink so I let it cool while I watched you from across the room. You were too engrossed in your newspaper to notice. When my coffee had finally cooled enough to drink, you had gone and so had the novelty.

Posted By Paige On 04.22.2013 @ 9:59 pm

It’s impossible to know what’s at the top of those cliffs. The fog obscures the destination and leaves you filled with suspense. The only way for you to find out what’s there is to keep climbing. Otherwise, your story will end with a cliff-hanger.

Posted By Paige On 04.19.2013 @ 10:36 pm

I couldn’t stop you from jumping But I could stop you from walking to the edge That made all the difference Timing

Posted By Paige On 04.19.2013 @ 10:28 pm

hard. straight. no flowing lines or curves. Sticks to the plan. Geometric can be a different kind of creative, from a different place in your mind.

Posted By Paige On 04.15.2013 @ 8:49 am

Social Security is not social welfare. It is social insurance to protect against poverty. Any changes such as means testing would defeat this vital goal of Social Security, which is why we must make sure such changes are not implemented. - From Debate Central

Posted By Paige On 04.10.2013 @ 7:18 pm

On a mac, there is a cool feature called the dashboard. When you swipe your fingers, you can get to it. It takes place of a desktop. You can fill it with widgets and the like. I use a calendar, sticky notes, games, puzzles, and the weather. You can also download more widgets if you’d like more variation. The dashboard is a really neat feature of a Mac.

Posted By Paige On 04.10.2013 @ 9:27 am

Dashboard is a really cool feature on a mac. When you swipe your fingers, it comes up and takes place of the desktop. On it are widgets, games, puzzles, and so forth. You can customize these widgets to include whatever you want. I use the calendar and lots of sticky notes.

Posted By Paige On 04.10.2013 @ 4:48 am

he is the sunlight streaming through my window in the morning that spreads warmth across my cheeks he is the hot cup of coffee with tendrils of steam that wakes me up he is the wheat toast right from the toaster with the bright berry jam in a layer on top he is the morning and i am the night

Posted By paige On 03.29.2013 @ 6:16 pm

winter time is when you wear boots. brown black and any other color you can think. snow rain fancy nights out whatever the occasion. you can wear them wherever. they can be comfortable or uncomfortable. cute or not cute. high heels or not high heels.

Posted By paige On 03.23.2013 @ 6:42 pm

forever and ever. life is it eternal? eternity. does anyone know what eternity really is? no one has ever experienced eternity. Apart from our planet. Earth has been around for eternity. So we need to save our planet. its uniqueness is beyond anything anyone could ever know or understand. It is beyond us in years, experience and knowledge. it was made to be around for eternity. lets stop our destruction.

Posted By paige On 03.14.2013 @ 9:46 am

I was conjured from the depths of a small, dark place where I used to think little of the world and now I think even less of it. I wish I could say that the light brought me freedom but it only brought me pain and blindness.

Posted By Paige On 03.02.2013 @ 7:11 am

Her breath catches in her chest. She readies her weapon and stares into the brush. She heard it. She knows she heard it. But what is it? It could be anything. Any brand of nightmare, any type of monster, ready to tear her apart, to rip her open, to paint the ground with her blood.

Posted By Paige On 02.26.2013 @ 6:30 am

The brush moves, and he tenses. His eyes dart around, search for the source, but nothing comes forth. Panic. His heart is racing in his chest, and he readies his weapon as he makes a slow circle. It could be anything. It could be any nightmare, ready to tear him open, to pull at his flesh, to rip him into rib

Posted By Paige On 02.25.2013 @ 7:33 pm

Caves are cavernous places that are usually dark and damp. They are usually home to creatures like bats, or those who hibernate, like bears. Mushrooms are also usually found in caves. The moisture in these caves are high enough for fungus to grow with ease.

Posted By Paige On 02.23.2013 @ 11:20 pm

The sort of skin you get when you’ve tanned too much in the seventies, that’s the sort of skin she had stretched rather gruesomely across her body. The hair springing from her head even resembled those feathers that creep up so often in photos of women in the seventies, too, you know. But it wasn’t looking too fashionable.

Posted By Paige On 02.21.2013 @ 7:21 pm

I can hardly open my eyes. When will this end, I need to start a lit up day with sunshine and activities of a brighter tomorrow. Is this a feeling that will clear me out forever, disagreeing with how I am always and will continue to be. I miss the days of a shorter fatigue, one that was not to take the name at all.

Posted By Paige On 02.17.2013 @ 3:21 pm

I become tired, flailing at a loss for any energy in any moment. Curious enough i have become accustomed to this feeling that has made friends with me and several other victims in its lawless path. Create my own tired. I have become one with sleep. Zzzz.

Posted By Paige On 02.17.2013 @ 3:16 pm

My husband and I could only love each other for so long before we could not take it any more. We were just so different at the time. But i think we have changed, changed for the better.

Posted By Paige On 02.04.2013 @ 6:08 pm

Murder. The most awful, horrible, terrible, beautiful thing in the world.

Posted By Paige On 02.02.2013 @ 2:51 pm

My chest swelled with angry pride as a shouted back at him. “No! I won’t! I won’t be that!” I gave him an angry, undermining smile as I spat at him. “I will never be that for you! I’ll only be who I want! You can’t control me, you can’t even control yourself! So- so- fuck that, and fuck you! I’m done with you!” My breast still full of self-righteousness, I stormed out of that place for good.

Posted By Paige On 01.30.2013 @ 6:09 pm

Oh, what did it mean to be cool in middle school? Was it “pretty”, “funny”, “smart”? Or was it something deeper; “admired”, “desired”, “envied”, even? Whatever it was, I wanted it. Badly. “Cool” was like nirvana, a perfect state of being in which all those adjectives previously used came together in perfect harmony. Everybody wanted to be this “cool”, this strange, worshipped status. Little did I know that “cool” wasn’t a prize you could chase after. No, becoming “cool” was something that others thought of you. I couldn’t control it. What I should have sought after, was “self-accepted”.

Posted By Paige On 01.27.2013 @ 8:17 pm

I love musicals. Such a wonderful combination of dancing and singing, it really is inspiring to me. To me, a musical is almost like a prayer. We combine the two things that we humans were gifted, and create something entertaining, thought provoking, or inspiring.

Posted By Paige On 01.23.2013 @ 8:26 pm

his purpose was to destroy to build things up and then destroy it, smash it to bits building up my trust just to wreck it building up my hopes to tear them apart and break them building and destroying playing a game that he always won and i always lost but it was a kind of addiction, this game, i just couldn’t quit because maybe i liked to lose it

Posted By paige On 01.19.2013 @ 4:10 pm

i promise to love you and cherish you and make you happy for the rest of your life. promise is love not being able to go through and promises are meant to be broken and they are always hollow and wrong and false and will make you cry or satisfied. do not make promises when angry. i want to make sure that you know that promises end up good or bad so don’t avoid them either way and promises from a best friend of mine from before were broken. but i still like them anyways. because one drop cant make the ocean dirty or something like that.

Posted By Paige On 01.08.2013 @ 2:22 pm

the seasons change but i never do people change but i stay the same the world around me is perpetually moving and turning and morphing from one thing to the next but i, i stay the same stagnant and stable and apathetically unchanged

Posted By paige On 12.21.2012 @ 1:53 am

season of winter, the season of me. snow and ice and frost, everything that I love.

Posted By Paige On 12.20.2012 @ 2:49 pm

I had a project due in Helle’s class it was pretty mazing when i turned it in.

Posted By Paige On 12.17.2012 @ 8:56 am