mhsnook

mhsnook

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Did you ever think about the rolling days? The way they just melt away? They fester in your heart like the draining heat Then leave your mind in a painful heap. I want to refuse that the summer ends And watch the sunsets when the days end Will fall bring it back, this wonderful feeling of freedom and hope and this weightless feeling?

icing

I see its fluffy white, exterior, swirling around to the stop like the whipping of an ice cream cone. On top of its winter splendor, colorful circles are placed on top, popping out the sheer extremes of the colors.

It stretched as long as the horizon, tracing the curve of the earth. I did not know how long it went, or who it connected to, but I felt as long as I followed it, I would find what I was looking for.

sonar

"Sir, I think we've found the location of the jets, we've picked up their sonar," a man with black head phones told his commander, staring at a dark screen with dots. "Send the coordinates to the troops! We'll shoot them out of the sky!" "Yes sir!"

Whenever I think of decorations, I think of holidays. the twinkling lights from the trees and houses, making them appear like glowing candy houses in the night The little eggs scurried in the grass during easter, filling the minds of children with bunnies and joy. The round cranberries garnishing the skin of the turkey, making it glow all the more golden.

I want to capture your heart, to encase it in paper and let ink fill your veins This is my story, my own soul splayed out on the operation table. Here are the tools, break it open in anyway you want to. You're the one in charge. My character is but your eyes, but my character was not made for you. He was meant to live and breathe in the pages, and there he stays. Though if what he learned fills you, then I've done my job.

This word is like a fuse. Gentle, wispy, its three threads formed together into a single braid. Innocent yet it calls for flames. You wouldn't want to meet its friends. You might go boom.

writing since 2011 · 117 entries · 113 days shown up

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on this day 15 years ago

Mia wrote about transport
“I've always had to move, always had to go somewhere. My second home is a plane, and I've never really known anyone. But there was one thing I held dear as a child. I had my stuffed yellow dinosaur, D…”

the words Mia reaches for

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