and pawing a toad on wet dark road at dusk this evening.. It had rained previously.. It was still drizzling.. I called her away because I didn't want her to harm the poor little thing.. She kept looking back wanting to play.. It's like a live toy I guess to her.. *sigh* I hope...
"What am I doing here?”
My hands abrased the cold concrete as my eyes painted a slow spectrum of the room. The walls were a stale green, and on either side of the room, two doors stood from where the green was cut out. A dull pain began to ease its way into my...
psycho in dealing with my fluffy cat..it was a horrid pain to me, an unspeakable grief that.. she was otherwise in the past..I was at a loss in dealing with them.. it had been my hope that they would get along and be friends.. but that was not the case..now maybe it can be...
for future use but stay here on EP till it closes :)
then you can at least find your friends and figure out where to go from there :)
disclaimer: I don't know who owns and or manages the site. I'm just some random new user on it as well
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
that am human
Fake smiles, deceiving eyes
Snake eyes lurking in the grass let me know when you're ready
Never drop down to the lower levels
because beauty is seen through the mirror
To anyone who struggle with their self esteem
it's Beaty in the mirror
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
yet to be born. The greatest killing machine is yet to be buried. The two posts that hold the rope we are walking along are just one. The room where we will die has ceiling but no floor
The smile of God is only seen when we are upside down.
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
burning with anger..
fuming with rage...
they forced us to live this way..
we longed to escape..
to open our eyes and just breathe..
to open our lips and just speak..
our thoughts are censored...
and he said "no, you're just chubby."
And I said "lmao" (in my brain of course.. Nobody says "lmao" out loud.. Do they?)
But whenever I'm slim then he calls me anorexic.. Dude! There's no pleasing people any way shape or form.. So best forget it! I guess..
and landed on earth. Totally alien and detached to what surrounds me. Far away from people. Acting out of habit. Tired and bored, and not minding feeling like that. Actually, I prefer being tired to see and hear less.
killed my mommy in the womb
I'm raging, constantly criticized by the realities
Growing up all the brutalities my dad was engaged in
It's a shaming you neither humanity could save me
I was born to the horrors of a society meant to obey in
It's amazing I'm a growing pain they...
Flatts - Holding On
Bare feet, holding her long white lacy dress up to her silky thighs, she walks to the rhythm of a solo piano movement. The thin stems of the green field gently brush her skin, paving away a path in this pastural landscape for their beloved blue-eyed dark...
God .. skeptics don't believe you really exist.
"Don't hate me cause I'm beautiful" is a real thing
I guess for some people having a visibly ugly self isn't enough for them.. they have to have an even uglier personality as well ... FYI you aren't helping your own cause...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
Shadows danced across the valley as the echo of laughter drifted on the cool autumn breeze.
Just reflections and memories of what would never be again.
A myriad of familiar scents pulled her back into another time.
She stood swaying softly, her eyes closed, breathing them...
How warm the love left to the cold? How reaching the words no one reads? How full the glass no one drinks? How blue the sky in which nothing flies? How dark the day when gone is light? How moving the song no one will sing? How hale beats the heart which bleeds? How quiet the...
where I long to go
Into the storm
Through the waves until I reach land
Softly treading the shoreline
Basking in the glow of the horizon
A wall of amber
I stare at it
Awaiting my chance to explore
stealing your breath with nothing more than a glance.
Behind her gaze so fierce is a world of glass, cracked nearly beyond repair.
Yet when the light reflects off her eyes, the beauty all but blinds you
She will capture your heart and wrap it in barbed wire, desperate to claim...
Imperfect in every way.
She had no color to attract.
No thorn to protect.
Such things matter little when one is a weed.
But every few months she mustered a bloom.
A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty.
A quiet pretty...
in me you have a friend.
We can share our secrets,
bad dreams that never end.
The broken see the broken
with eyes so crystal clear.
We can share our secrets,
what strikes us full of fear.
The battered feel the battered,
with hearts so full of pain.
We can share our secrets...
close the closet.. lock the box..
burn the bridges..
raise the roof..
stare at boxes
pick your tooth..
stare out windows..
breathe in the sky
watch the rain fall..
close your eyes..
hear the clock tick..
hear birds sing.. scream
watch shadows fly by...
as this, escaping definition in profundity.
A wave that travels to the beginning of time, before this body was born into existence.
The intangible current permeates every fiber within, carrying my soul to a place I never knew existed.
No yesterdays and no tomorrows in this place...
goodbye to EP in different ways. Some of them share songs about what EP means to them, others write letters to the good friends they have made here, or farewell letters to the site.
I cannot do it. The last day, or the way before last I will write about what EP has been for me...
Born of me a thunderstorm,
drowning you in rain.
Far from my intention
to brew these storms within.
Building without warning,
crashing, caving in.
Feeling trapped within myself,
fighting to get out.
The aftermath, it falls on you,
from whisper to a shout.
I don't know why you...
everything and everyone sometimes..
that was part of the beauty of this place is that it was like a private getaway of sorts but then it got invaded by super creeps and pests... spammer trolls and what not..
it's sad really
this place shall be missed
RIP EP :(
Outside she covers herself in thorn and thistle.
Tough and strong.
It protects the fragile truth within,
Just beyond the hard exterior lies a thin glass-blown heart covered with delicate cracks, long ago sealed and forever forgotten in a fortress of...
core of my existence. Like razors that slash at the skin; opening multiple wounds that bleed out slowly onto the floor...draining the soul of any emotion. Leaving it empty.
I hate feeling that way. But I often find myself crushed under the weight of that empty feeling. Longing...
traveling to yours.
Pulling, tugging, gently, slowly,
landing on your shore.
There you stand before me now,
your eyes connect with mine.
I am certain that I know you
from some other life or time.
No words are spoken as we gaze,
time is standing still.
I could stay forever here...
The deep dark abysses where unknown ghostly creatures live are on the surface.
Very deep hidden underneath, invisible to our eyes, waves are moving all the time in the same direction, tides ebb and flow, there is a steady movement under the chaos
and old quotes (mixed)
Women love a guy who can cook.. Cause it means less work for them.. :)
That moment when your typing is just fine but autocorrect decides to be helpful.
When you're a kid you think like a kid and what a kid wants.. But when you get older you...
bubbling beneath the surface.
There was a time I was mischievous, flirty and funny.
There was a time I had so much to give, a time when I could constantly be there for those I love.
There was a time when I had hope and dreams.
There was a time I knew what passion was.
that you keep locked away, under your tongue, in the far reaches of your mind.
My heart listens as the words float out from your gaze, settling into my chest and stifling my breath.
These words you don't want me to have, these feelings you refuse to share,
yet they invade my...
Its pages you choose over me.
and time again.
Words written centuries ago, held in higher regard than those spoken by your own flesh and blood.
In real time.
A real heart.
Born from your own.
begging for acceptance without judgement...
You have done it for the last time.
With vengeance flowing swiftly through my veins,
I race up the stairs
armed with a scream and a loaded shotgun.
Words raise havoc in my throat, fighting to be released.
You behind the closed door.
With no fists up you are a coward...
poems, songs, or paint their works, but they come to them. I am not an artist at all, but I really understand these words. Sometimes I write a sentence, a thought, a short poem, and I feel baffled. "Where did this come from'?". I cannot see them as mine. I feel they were...
my fiction writing project
Last night I did pretty well. I get ideas for this project in snippets - usually at inconvenient times, like in the shower or driving to work. So as soon as I can while it's fresh in my mind, I scribble it down on a piece of...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
and close my eyes.
i will picture something pleasant in my mind
and feel arms that are not there
protecting me from the bad dreams
that enjoy taunting me and haunting me
so that when i wake, i wake refreshed
and fit to fight another day.
I write random stuff like this, answer random things "answer" more like make retorts at things :/ and I block redundant and offensive profiles.. which happens to be a lot :/
chat with random people.. some nice, some not..
I've been here for years.. others of you have too...
for years and years...
I think I'm drifting away from the internet in general and going back to the real world...
A person can only live in a delusional state of extended lull for so long... *shrugs*
I've disconnected from my phone... My hub pointed out that it may have...
The breeze sweeps across my face on my morning walk
"You are beautiful"
The man at the post office in front of me holds the door with a wink and a smile
"You are beautiful"
Wispy clouds in the sky float by as I wait to pick up our daughter from school
With a beginning, middle, and end. Usually it's missing a timeline, but not this one.
Now if I can keep my adult-onset ADD in check...and summon up the self-discipline to actually *work on it* and *finish* it....this could be cool!
1. it's free
2. they have live chat
3. some of your friends are already there
4. you can ask pointless questions there too
5. there is already an EP group there.
6. they site is happy to have you there and is welcoming to us EP users.. :)
7. come join the...
and night, this morning the path inside my school was full of snails. I tried not to step on them, wondering which their fate would be when students came. At a certain point, I took a big one who was right in the middle of the path, and put it in the grass by the side. I...