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The coffee. His hands. I wince, nervous and fluttering. I reach out in a desperate attempt to made amends of the situation, but realizing I’m not helping, I begin fiddling around in the purse on my lap for some napkins. All of a sudden, he smiles at me, grabs my hand, and I look up, finally daring to meet his gaze head on. His eyes are a deep, rich brown, just like the color of the coffee I’ve gone and knocked all over him and his brand new pair of pants.

“It’s okay,” he says, laughing it off. “I’ve been burned more than this before, trust me.”

Posted By Sarah On 05.25.2013 @ 3:34 pm

I look up. There is nothing above me except for a blank stretch of sky, emptying itself out into a vast, unabridged canvas of nothingness. I let the dandelion petals float out from my hand and up into the stratosphere. I sit down on the grass, feeling its tickling sensation underneath my legs. I feel whole. I feel warm and complete. I feel like me.

Posted By Sarah On 05.24.2013 @ 4:50 pm

my mother sings to me soft voices i hear in my head drifting slowly i fell into dreamland it is a whole new world i love how its soft and enchanting lullaby is my mothers voice drifting away im slowly moving through outer space im dreaming lullaby

Posted By sarah On 05.19.2013 @ 11:23 pm

Tis dark. This stormy hour, you blind and blurs. The scorched earth cries out in pain, but music and singing have been my refuge and my light. The light of song, shining strong – hallelujah! Hallelujah! Through darkness and pain and strife, I’ll sing. I’ll be. I’ll see. Peace.

Posted By Sarah On 05.19.2013 @ 2:17 pm

I think of music. I have no interest in music. Signed makes someone’s life but not mine- music is great but talent is something I don’t have much of.

Posted By sarah On 05.18.2013 @ 1:54 pm

clouds and jets and pretty rainbows and streams of air and prettiness. i love airplanes. hooray. complicated word! not much time i sad. nooooooooooooooooooooooo

Posted By Sarah On 05.17.2013 @ 4:51 pm

big city. bigger dreams. it’s where stars are made and people want to be. big buildings, big people. famous movies. colorful lights and rude people. there’s many people waiting to see what you” do. a hot dog man watches you from across the road.

Posted By sarah On 05.16.2013 @ 10:16 pm

He played guitar, and I wept for all of the broken strings he mended without a second thought. He was too far gone, or perhaps that was me. I only hope I was as beautiful as the melodious tunes he plucked out.

Posted By Sarah On 05.15.2013 @ 9:50 pm

Grandma silently rocked back and forth to the count of time in her rocker. She was reflecting on her youth.

Posted By Sarah On 05.15.2013 @ 8:53 pm

He started talking about it, and she put a hand over his mouth.

“Are you stupid? We don’t know who is here!” Her eyes quickly scanned the bar. No one had noticed their little scene. Yet.

Posted By Sarah On 05.14.2013 @ 9:01 pm

The celestial being came down to the earth. Unknown to those around her she began her work. The flowers needed color and the butterflies needed it too.

Posted By Sarah On 05.11.2013 @ 4:14 pm

darkness seems to be every where, just looming over head ready to strike at any moment.

Posted By sarah On 05.11.2013 @ 8:26 am

I stare down at the roses I remember when we both seemingly appeared out of nowhere and into each other’s lives Just as quickly we disapeared into the fog

Posted By Sarah On 05.10.2013 @ 2:33 pm

She failed to see the shadow slinking around the locker room as she got ready to shower. The shadow had noticed her- had for years. It had finally found its chance. Singing loudly and very off key, it crept closer. Lunging, the figure casting the shadow snatched the girl and wrapped her in the now ripped shower curtain. This man, for that’s what caused the shadow, didn’t expect the girl to struggle. To end the fight, he grabbed the shower rod from the shower, hit her over the head, and took her from the locker room through the window. All of this happened in a matter of minutes. No one heard, but when they came in the next day, they saw the bloody shower rod carelessly thrown aside, the missing shower curtain, and the flooded floor around the shower where the girl was last known to be.

Posted By Sarah On 05.10.2013 @ 12:36 pm

They all sat around the fire drinking, smoking, and singing along to the sound of the guitar. It was their senior year, and it was coming to a close. When the fire finally burned low and there was a soft glow on the ring of students, someone began to play “Laughed Until We Cried”. The moment was so tender and solemn; no one sang with him. It made the moment more bittersweet than anything the group had experienced in their four years together. They would no longer be “the group”. Some of them were staying in Georgia for college, but most of them were going away. This was the beginning of their last summer together. Everyone cried that night, and no one ever brings up the memories of the fire. They all remember that night, though, and they all cherish it in their hearts. It was the beginning of an end even as it marked a different beginning.

Posted By Sarah On 05.07.2013 @ 8:30 pm

Stories are wonderful things that hold many details of life that we are too scared to really think about. We pass stories down our family to preserve these thoughts of life without the fear of being forgotten

Posted By Sarah On 05.06.2013 @ 9:34 pm

Stories. Good stories, sad stories, childhood stories… I want to know them. I want to know your story. Maybe we can even make a few of our own.

Posted By sarah On 05.06.2013 @ 3:24 pm

when i get high i get the urge to simplify. life is so complicated and i don’t want all this stuff around me. it is too much, too stimulating, too crowded i am barely coping with everything that is already there without anything else. on reflection, maybe this is the point where up tips to down and i am not laughing any more but screaming and holding on for dear life.

Posted By Sarah On 05.08.2013 @ 8:58 pm

The credibility of the author was shoddy, to say the least. But she had to talk to her. Just once. For some reason, the books spoke to her. They lifted her out of her darkest places. She needed to see the woman behind the words that settled themselves so deeply within her soul. Taking a deep breath, she lifted a cautious hand and pushed the button, listening to the soft ping of the doorbell, and waited.

Posted By Sarah On 05.05.2013 @ 3:36 am

The timeline of the day goes wrong quite a lot you might plan to do something bu you don’t this might make you sad, or it might make you happy. Timelines can sometimes me

Posted By Sarah On 05.03.2013 @ 7:25 am

Once upon a time there was a hurricane warning. THe warning liked to go off every first of the month and when it ENSUED, the population was calm. However, the rest of the island, the tourists, were NOT calm. CHAOS ENSUED, everyone went crazy and ran into the water then back out of the water and then screamed their little minds out. The end was nigh. There was no return from the darkness.

Posted By Sarah On 05.01.2013 @ 2:46 pm

oops i wrote nothing

Posted By Sarah On 04.29.2013 @ 1:10 pm

Clasp She sits with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, the perfect image of a lady , calm and composed. No one noticed the fine tremors running through her hands, their slight trembling. No one could see the way she clutched them to prevent them from reaching out.One the outside , she is just a girl ,slightly disinterested , leaning away from the one talking. One couldn’t help but notice how she angled herself towards the man as if she was trying to pull way but getting caught in the process by his magnetic aura, ensnared by his hypnotic stare.She seemed entranced by his every movement. The way his chest seemed to rise and fall with every word, the way his gaze softened whenever he said her name, his lips caressing every syllable like he couldn’t get enough . Yet from an onlooker’s prespective: she was a girl with clasped hands sitting across from a passionate man.A girl who kept checking her watch and a man with a dejected look on his face.

Posted By sarah On 04.27.2013 @ 6:24 pm

Today as I walked past a planter I thought of the years We used to pick flowers together And about how I’m now planting those flowers Alone For you

Posted By Sarah On 04.24.2013 @ 9:27 pm

A place where you sit alone with your thoughts,sipping your cofee. Peaceful is how you are described, sitting in your favourite corner holding a book in one hand and your cofee in the other. The book is held tightly but it’s long forgotten as you gaze into the bustling street with a faraway look on your face.

Posted By sarah On 04.22.2013 @ 3:59 pm

A spring bunny came out today for us A day full of hazy laughs You know how it goes on April 20th What a day Wish I could burrow into some blankets with you (after we play some mario kart) Looking forward to the future

Posted By Sarah On 04.20.2013 @ 5:33 pm

I like to burrow in my blankets with my cat. Ferrets like to burrow with each other. Ferrets are so cute. I want a ferret and a hermit crab. But mostly a hermit crab. Burrow. BURROW!

Posted By Sarah On 04.20.2013 @ 1:20 pm

Cliffs. I find them pretty scary, to be honest. I climbed this mountain called Flattop once, and at about 5/6 of the way to the top, I started getting naseaus. I wanted to puke, I was sweaty, it could’ve been dehydration, though. Because I don’t exercise much.

Posted By Sarah On 04.19.2013 @ 4:39 pm

The city is an animal cell Shining you shut your eyes Walk away to the outside Dirt in cracked corners Tarps on the fringe People who are better off dead Dying to be a the center

Posted By Sarah On 04.18.2013 @ 7:12 pm

I hate the way you mumble and I can’t hear what you say. I hate the way I try to go but you always make me stay. I hate the way you look at me and the way you turn away. But most of all I hate the way you make me feel this way. Mumble all you want my boy, I’ll never hear a word. For when you speak softly, I can’t understand your world.

Posted By Sarah On 04.16.2013 @ 7:10 pm