matters of the heart?
Because thats exactly where it hurts, right on the fu7ing chest.
Cant breath right, cant think right.
How can some person become so indispensable, her opinion so valuable, her approval so badly needed.
Laying on her makeshift bed, she stares out the window, the drapes flapping in the night breeze...
Wandering over to the window, she closes it gently..
In the distance, she hears it...the piecing howl... the shrill squeal she has came to know so well...
Above her, the...
and into the sun and the grass, and the woods a little further. I remember looking into the woods and noticing that, regardless of how bright the sun shined, there would always be dark spots where I couldnt look into. These spots would always be dark, unless I went in there...
she knew that now. How wrong she was when she imagined sunshine and rainbows. She thought that love was always happy, that it would always be good and beautiful and strong. But that just isn’t reality. Nothing can be perfect no matter hard you work at it to make it perfect. It...
Papa came over to the Taylor house at mid-morning on Sunday to pick me up. I was ready and dressed in the fanciest dress of those four or five Mama had sent back for me. It had a sea-green velveteen bodice that laced across the front and tied with a corded bow. The...
No - I was a little premature in the prediction of winter. It was getting cold and we had a lot of hoarfrost on everything, but no steady snowfall - yet.
Miss McKenna was jittery in her own way. A couple of days after I had felt those stinging bits of ice at the back of...
that I cry for nothing, for stupid s#it.
A wasp sat on my windshield wiper outside the car, 20, 30, 40 miles an hour I drove.
The wasp hanged there, wings taped to its back, clinging to the rubber with tiny hooks, air flying by at 45 miles an hour.
What tenacity, I thought...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
when I tell them you were a huge part of my life. From the outside looking in, it does look like you were very tiny part of it. But that just simply isn’t true. The short time that I spent with you changed me in many ways. Not in a good way either, painful ways. Ways that made...
reinvigorated at being able to stuff my face with plates fulls of maybes.
Amazing, nothing short of amazing the power of a word, a symbol, a lol, or a happy face. Grammar and French languish purists and right spellers. **** off.
Whos heart hasnt jumped a little at the first...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
For a second there it looked like it would, but it didnt.
It would be so much easier if I could be different. If I kept 50 percent of my thoughts to myself perhaps. But I cant. I have this alien, almost schizophrenic need to say what I think, to write without compromise. Whats...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
as its going to get?
I wish I could feel the pain all at once, instead of this drip drip or sorrow into my veins.
She left, but left too much of her behind.
I wish she would have taken all of her with her.
I wish she would have never left at all.
my heart feels raw,
No wonder Erica had insisted "just" Erica when we first met. I had noticed that the mention of the name "Robinson" or the slightest reference to it made Emma tighten her lips and say nothing. Was she grieving the shooting of her husband, or merely trying to forget him...
We were in the car for what seemed like forever and forever. But I wasn't scared. This man had been so nice to me now and on a prior occasion. No reason why I can't trust him...
"What's your name?" I asked, turning under my seat belt to look at him.
"David Collins," the...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
and watch her.
bars in my front and sides,
Deep wall behind me.
Chains of I love yous bind me,
hands and feet without looking,
she reminds me.
Tiny hands and white thighs
to taunt me and swell me,
they subjugate me
I see my heart hanging,
by a string around her neck...
We met the kids that morning before classes. The daughter was the oldest, at eleven, and her name was Tamara (Tammy). The two boys were nine-year-old Paul (the winker) and the other was seven years old and his name was Brady.
I was a little disappointed. Tammy was too...
On that particular pre-winter day, I had a terrible time concentrating on anything connected with school. My eyes kept straying toward the windows, with the shutters open toward the weak rays of sunlight in a sky of an indeterminate color. I tried and tried, again and...
a lull in the hostilities, a resuming of negotiations. A minute to toast a Christmas wish at the edge of a far away tow.
Everything is shaky. like a baby learning to walk, or the next days conversation at work, the day after the drunken office party.
s mists fade away.
My mind is clear,
but in my soul
a fire burns
as the spirit awakes in me.
It?s time to go and explore,
the worlds inside and outside.
Today the epic fight starts
The fight against myself,
As my reflection laughs in my face
I know I...
The ice pellets stopped falling overnight, and a weak sun was trying to make headway when we were going to school the next morning.
A strange wagon was parked in front of the school when we got there. Susan, Chris and Mike separated from us , as usual, to find their...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
Paula and I went wedding shopping at every opportunity. We found her maid of honor dress almost immediately. It was a sweet floor-length gown with a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline and lace-trimmed cap sleeves, in a soft peach color. She looked like a flower in...
sitting in front of my computer when I saw the big light. It was white bright and huge like a planet. It was brighter than anything ive seen before, and yet it didnt hurt my eyes. It was warm and welcoming and loving.
Like going into shock, there was no pain, no sorrows, no...
of my thighs. It doesnt hurt, but is there.
I dont think about it until I see it. And when I do, a mini movie plays in my mind. I can still see myself falling to the ground, feeling no pain, and confused at the blood on the cement and at the urine down my trousers.
I dont think...
Mommy got a list in the mail - actually two lists - one each for my older brother and sister. Both were detailed supplies about what they would be required to have that all-important first day of school. Many of the requirements were named by specified companies...
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
Don't you think we are like guinea pigs in laboratories? I mean our minds have been poisoned
with filthy lies. We are the test subjects of the century.
And I say this precisely.
They wont set us free willingley.
We are being lead astray ..
All these corrupt ways.
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
Until I started going to school, I eagerly looked forward to the winter. Although it was cold and sometimes bitter, I enjoyed playing in the snow. My brothers helped me build a snow fort in the deep drifts and helped me make snowballs to throw at my prissy sister Susan's...
Im going to sweat the pain out,
out run the missing her,
Tape my hands and get on the mat,
Let my face get punched,
my sides get bruised, my nose flattened.
I want the pain smacked out of me,
spit out my sadness in blood and saliva.
I want my guy bigger, stronger, younger...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
floating out there in space is made of pieces of discarded loving.
Zooming about at a quarter of a million kilometers per hour.
Together with old remotes and batteries.
Remembered only when forgetting to forget,
or when smashing your big toe into old, used up junk...
Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning,
Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting.
At a distance, honesty and compassion,
truly more listless, living by reaction.
Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes,
there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses.
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...