Entries By poppy
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bowling
Oh bowling what fun, bowling bowling under the sun huh never heard of bowling out side before but sure we can try for sure I’ll get my shoes and slip on my shorts then we can go bowling outside for sure.
~bowling~
Posted By Poppy On 04.26.2013 @ 10:09 am
weathered
Over time you weather away, your core, your very center is rubbed away at the edges, by pain and loss and fear and even love, you are chipped away until all that’s left is sediment
Posted By Poppy On 02.20.2013 @ 2:26 pm
flat
Dull and unwashed Grungy and oily, like the slick floor of a sewer And familiar A feeling of slight discomfort you resign yourself to Because there is nothing you can do about it Now
Posted By Poppy On 02.13.2013 @ 2:14 pm
claims
I love you Or something It doesn’t bother me It’s fine No worries Of course not I can’t wait Forever Always … Or not
Posted By Poppy On 02.06.2013 @ 2:31 pm
swell
With love and hope And love and happiness And love, love, love above all I feel my heart, my very soul swell Reaching to meet you and thank you
Posted By Poppy On 01.30.2013 @ 2:27 pm
politician
lies, always lying A slip of the tongue or a pretty word to get your way People pleasing, saying what you think they want to hear And never knowing what you really think Or want Or believe
Posted By Poppy On 01.09.2013 @ 2:15 pm
determined
Determined to smile To laugh, to sing, to jump Determined to see beauty to see grace, to see joy, to see love Determined to forgive to remember, to care, to love Determine to live
Posted By Poppy On 12.12.2012 @ 2:28 pm
past
Things change and people change and everything changes And in the past you’d never think that you’d end up how you are now Ruined and broken and confiding in a single person A person you don’t even know In the past you were happy No more
Posted By Poppy On 11.28.2012 @ 2:25 pm
employees
Running haphazardly through winding streets and passageways Working tirelessly, trying so hard To make everything better, to make it Okay. Nothing is okay anymore.
Posted By Poppy On 11.15.2012 @ 11:56 am
measured
Measured in tears In drops of red and scattered shinings In convulsions and things thrown Measured in pounds and apathy and hatred The units of sadness
Posted By Poppy On 11.14.2012 @ 2:28 pm
steps
small and short but infinite not steep but somehow painful burning as you continue to climb never-ending when will I reach the top will I ever reach the top? seizing up, gasping for breath a stitch in your side and a pounding in your skull one more step and another another
Posted By Poppy On 11.01.2012 @ 4:38 pm
sail
Fly on the wings of the wind Float through the waves of remorse Paddle past the whirlpool of insanity Ford the rivers of despair And sail Sail to a halcyon land Sail to a brighter place Sail toward the shining horizon of renewal Sail Sail Sail
Posted By Poppy On 10.24.2012 @ 2:27 pm
fresh
Silver glistens Damp and shiny The fluff of winter and new Falling, falling Whisps of water Clouds of cold
Posted By Poppy On 10.10.2012 @ 2:29 pm
statement
one statement written too fast thoughtlessly you tense up, freeze up apologize but it’s too late and now you’re shaking shivering sobbing wishing you could take it back because you don’t mean it or maybe you do but you don’t want to I don’t want to hurt you but it’s just so hard sometimes
Posted By Poppy On 07.26.2012 @ 2:28 pm
fuses
fuses jumping, sparking, burning so easy to set off, so easy once lit, impossible to crush singing, stinging, sparkling starting a fire that can’t be put out
Posted By Poppy On 07.23.2012 @ 12:39 pm
icing
Icing cloyingly sweet it twists the tastebuds swirling and dancing across the cake too sweet too sweet
Posted By Poppy On 07.22.2012 @ 1:08 pm
weave
to weave means almost to knit I think, but im not actually sure. theres also such thing as a weaver which sounds similar to weave but has nothing to do with knitting, rather it is a bird. I think it sings songs but im not actually sure.
Posted By Poppy On 03.03.2012 @ 4:48 am
still
She was still after being bitten. The man stood above her, his mouth covered in her blood. Waiting. Watching. Would she get back up? More than likely, no. He was only new. It wasn’t his fault…
Posted By Poppy On 10.28.2011 @ 9:40 am
artistry
I am not an artist. I have never been an artist, and I never will be. Artists are creative. Artists have soul; they have passion. I am lifeless. I am hopeful of life, but lifeless. What do I do with that. Nothing. I am not an artist. I wish to be an artist. But I cannot. Too bad for me.
Posted By Poppy On 10.26.2011 @ 2:19 pm
conviction
conviction, its a sentence, something that will follow me for years to come, stop me from doing things and having things. it was a stupid mistake and it’s haunting me, and i am sure it always will.
regret. it comes hand in hand with conviction.
Posted By poppy On 10.11.2011 @ 9:30 pm
morality
I didn’t think he had it in him i didn’t think he would do it, he loved me didn’t he? he loved her, the baby girl bringing us together, but not enough he loved himself more, the moral and loving man i once knew was gone, and so was she.
Posted By poppy On 10.05.2011 @ 12:56 am
edge
the edge was nearer and nearer i fought it, trying desperately to avoid it the edge of sanity, the edge of love, the edge of yo it was the end i didnt want to fall, but looking down, seeing the bottom i could do nothing else i found the edge was beginning
Posted By poppy On 10.02.2011 @ 9:13 pm
I was pushed, to the edge it was something i had never had to do i saw my whole life, something i thought i had been happy with flash before my eyes and i realised that it was nothing. i was scared and disappointed with my life, but there was nothing i could do now i was pushed off the edge, and then there was nothing.
Posted By poppy On 10.02.2011 @ 9:06 pm
ego
I don’t have an ego. Born completely without one. If someone asks me a question, I agree with them. If I’m requested to confirm a preference on something, I go into a quivering jelly mess. DON’T ASK ME TO BE UNIQUE! Let me be the same as everybody else. I will think whatever you think.
Posted By Poppy On 04.02.2011 @ 6:09 am
nail
Nail. My nails are pink. And short. I want to repaint my nails. I don’t know what else to write about the word nail. I mean, what profound statement can you come up with about the word nail? I don’t know. I wish I did know. Nail. Nail. Nail.
Posted By poppy On 12.05.2010 @ 9:20 am
railroad
The rail road was very snowy; it would be impossible to use it today.
Posted By poppy On 11.23.2010 @ 3:10 pm
smiles
When she smiles it is like the sun is shining brightly. I could never forget that smile. It makes you forget all your problems and smile too.
Posted By poppy On 06.13.2010 @ 6:20 am
proud
of my country of my family I am a proud woman everything i do of what i know
Posted By poppy On 09.15.2008 @ 6:42 pm
aisle
Ok so I really want to make a pun of the word Aisle. Something like..’Aisle never get married again’. But frankly I can’t think where to go from there. Mind you I probably never will get married again but for positive reasons and not negative ones…….
Posted By Poppy On 05.27.2008 @ 11:18 am
