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They say birds use the airstream to glide over vast distances with ease. I wish I could do that some days, because the distance between you and me is heart-breakingly far and I don’t have wings that allow me to glide across the airstream to meet you. And the distance between our bodies isn’t whats so far, its really the distance between our hearts.

Posted By Samantha On 05.17.2013 @ 6:40 pm

angels are celestial. celestial is what i think of when i hear my favorite song. or go to church. even with friends and family. celestial is peaceful. celestial is what i want in life…what i need in life is to be celestial.

Posted By samantha On 05.11.2013 @ 5:55 pm

I already got this word. It killed my father. He started drinking it at a very young age and now he is almost fourty five and he still drinks and he has no jon, no life, and I hate him. Beer is a drink that reminds me of the irish who drink to have fun and have a good time. Beer tastes like urine and is nasty.

Posted By samantha On 05.07.2013 @ 11:05 pm

I go through life offering advice, as if I have some kind of credibility. Truth is, I’m as lost as the day I got here but I just have a few scars to prove I’ve been here for 25.

Posted By Samantha On 05.04.2013 @ 6:12 pm

She watched the sleeping pills dissolve into his broth. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six perfect white pills. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six large gulps. Now, endless sleep and freedom.

Posted By Samantha On 05.01.2013 @ 11:20 pm

Here I am. I am going towards the highway with a trailer dozing off not but 26 feet behind me. It’s been like this for some time now…say 75 minutes. And we’re in the desert, and it’s almost nightfall. Where am I going? What am I trying to reach?

Posted By Samantha On 05.01.2013 @ 6:53 pm

No matter how happy they are, these terrible two. They’d rather make the same mistake again and again then let happiness ensure.

Posted By Samantha On 05.01.2013 @ 4:46 am

Morgan looked out the window, thinking about the first time she had seen those haunting blue eyes. It was simple enough, a happenstance touch at the coffee shop, but something terrible and wonderful ensued. Deep blue eyes with yellow specks like lightning scattered through. Lightning that ended up piercing her heart.

Posted By Samantha On 04.30.2013 @ 11:45 pm

The end of the road. The end of the line or game, no way out and no way to reverse or go back and change what has happened. Backing yourself into a corner without seeing what you are doing before it’s too late. Remorse and feeling powerless.

Posted By Samantha On 04.23.2013 @ 7:58 pm

So, I mumble a lot, I think.

Today, I visited a potential new job, and while I felt really confident about the workplace itself upon leaving, I am still worried that they all question my character.

Because I mumble all the damn time, so people often don’t know what I’m saying!

Posted By Samantha On 04.16.2013 @ 10:45 pm

Ease, release, slack. The ability to move forward with assistance from another.

Posted By Samantha On 04.15.2013 @ 12:38 pm

anchor’s are attached to ships, they keep them in place. they provide stability for something that is unstable. they battle through the deepest depths of the oceans to ensure the people’s safety aboard.

Posted By Samantha On 04.12.2013 @ 5:39 am

I was destined for greatness.. Is what they always said, until I realized I saw the world differently to others. The problem was, I didn’t see at all, no colors, no shapes, no people.. Just darkness. Being expected to fill the shoes of my father seemed impossible, yet here I am today, to tell my story..

Posted By Samantha On 03.27.2013 @ 6:58 am

Destined to be a homebody. To have a mediocre life. To drink myself to death. To be a loser. To be something more. To love and never be loved back. To lose, everything. To not finish anything I start.

Posted By Samantha On 03.26.2013 @ 8:48 pm

the red bricks of the kiln were still warm. I sat crouched awkwardly behind it hoping that my pursuers wouldn’t find me. I was on the wrong side of the city, and alone without even the threat of my throwing knives for protection. Damn.

Posted By samantha On 03.23.2013 @ 9:00 am

She was wary of the way the girl was looking at her, like she had something that the ragged creature wanted. Like she knew a secret. She had only come here because she was desperate, and for the first time she worried that it might have been the wrong thing to do.

Posted By samantha On 03.21.2013 @ 9:27 pm

My movements were furtive, asking that no one notice me sulking through the shadows so late at night. If I was caught, i would be questioned; and I would not be able to explain what I was doing here.

Posted By samantha On 03.17.2013 @ 10:44 am

it was unusual to see someone so overtly out of place on the east side of the market. Here those out moved with their heads down and voices hushed. She moved with fire in her eyes, gaze challenging for anyone who dared to meet it.

Posted By samantha On 03.15.2013 @ 10:36 pm

too, another way, along with that, in addition to that, by the way,

Posted By samantha On 03.08.2013 @ 6:53 pm

Magical. Witchcraft. Voodoo. Make something out of nothing. Illusion. Tricks

Posted By Samantha On 03.01.2013 @ 1:44 pm

She’s knocks on the door like she’s there just for that. Just to bang her soft but hard knuckles on my wooden door but no, that’s not what she’s here for, thankfully. She’s here for me. She’s here for me to hold her while she cries and for me to love her.

Posted By Samantha On 02.27.2013 @ 3:21 pm

she bled from leg which had been cut from the rusty nail. she cried and cried without actually acting upon the would that kept oozing part of her. she had to stop it soon before she was in a dangerous position health wise. she screamed and that’s all she could do, though.

Posted By Samantha On 02.26.2013 @ 7:47 pm

well i am not positive on what this word means but the time is running out so im going to write as much as i can about it. it comes up in a lot of commercials and such.

Posted By samantha On 02.16.2013 @ 10:36 pm

A rooftop in Kentucky. A young man looks down as he debates plunging off the flat rooftop of which he has spent his last 21 years under. An owl swoops down and lands beside him. They make eye contact. The owl creeps closer, and flys away quickly. The man changes his mind and goes inside.

Posted By Samantha On 02.13.2013 @ 7:47 pm

He kisses her neck, a hand tracing her waist. This is love, and it claims them both. They are owned by and for each other, like feathery chains that lift instead of drag. It can never be over, and the claim can never be revoked.

Posted By Samantha On 02.06.2013 @ 8:23 pm

She claims she was once the most beautiful woman in the world. i don’t believe her, but she vehemently declares it time and again.

“let me show you,” she cries, pulling down old, musty books stained with age, “the pictures they used to take!”

you flip through page after page of an admittedly beautiful woman. Why does she always do this? Damn you, grandma.

Posted By Samantha On 02.06.2013 @ 7:15 pm

claims is like clams but without the i i don’t say anything without being honest i keep promises to the t, and so i open myself for you because i said i would and that we could you though, make claims but never execute, never erect a thing for me. goddess, i think not.

Posted By Samantha On 02.06.2013 @ 4:39 pm

“homeostasis, that’s the answer” the body was cold and limp and out of the game anyway, so who really cared. it was numb and cold but so was outside, which was barren except with the trees that are stripped naked like women doing their second jobs, for good pay but no respect from their clients. those motherfuckers.

Posted By Samantha On 02.05.2013 @ 5:24 pm

My husband will be glorious. wonderful. filled with everything i love. everything i need. everything i want. His name is Kyle Strickland& he is a protector. a lover. perfection. my heart

Posted By samantha On 02.04.2013 @ 5:13 pm

blankly and sternly i was tucked in the night the thick sheets of dew strong on my body.

it never really reminded me of laying with you in the park, or about anything really. i i am here, and you are there and i will die here as nothing but you as everything. sternly.

Posted By Samantha On 02.03.2013 @ 4:13 pm