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powder makes me think of drugs. white substance. masking women’s faces. fun dip candy.
By me on 01.14.2010
the powder was all over the dresser, the bed and the small child sitting on the floor. The babysitter was fast asleep when the mother enteredt the house. So who’s been taking care of the child?
By terryhaferkamp on 01.14.2010
By Jonathan on 01.14.2010
The powder I put on my face matched my complexion horribly. There was absolutely no way I could go to school looking like that. Especially since first period Chemistry was with Him. The one and only Him.
By Jay on 01.14.2010
we crashed to the earth violently.we kicked up dirt,things turned to so much dust..so much for our romance..
By a false terl on 01.14.2010
we crashed to earth violently
powder is that stuff you see. star dust is what we all are, and that stuff is the powder of life. powder after you get out of the shower to stay fresh. powder ignites the need for people to remain happy.
By JRokk firstname.lastname@example.org on 01.14.2010
i spend all day daydreaming of fresh powder..
By Anonymous on 01.14.2010
Soft, white. Comforting. A beauty product to cover up the blemishes we want so desperately to hide.
By Danielle on 01.14.2010
she put it on her face in the morning. Whiteness covered her red splotches and she smiled. She thought to herself, if only i could always be this pretty and the maybe he will like me more. She looked down and started to put on her lipstick.
By heather on 01.14.2010
Fine white like snow or flour. grist in the mill. finely ground. powder horn, fine but scratchy textured gun powder poured into a musket or pistol flint lock. warlike to nature’s serenity.
By mk on 01.14.2010
fluffy, cool, soft smells, powder puff, glamour…….
By mb on 01.14.2010
he wore a powder blue tuxedo to the 1977 prom. typical 70′s look….so handsome in that picture…debonair with one hand in his pocket looking sideways at the camera…. i don’t remember the dance, but we had a little nice afterparty at the couch’s…
By yellowflower on 01.14.2010
the powder, lined up, white, powerful. and she sat there, next to him, wishing with all her might that he could be strong enough to hold her back. because she had no strength of her own, and she couldn’t do this any more. so sad how dependent on substances, on needing to feel intoxicated. how she had said, i can’t function sober. and cried with her head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. no i can’t do this on my own. i can’t do this on my own.
By claire on 01.14.2010
powder fills the air. i didnt notice until i tried to breathe. its itchy. i’m not sure what happened. granted the room was full of dust and i still decided to run laps. dont ask why. i suppose it was an unusual impulse.
By jake on 01.14.2010