They arrived at the club at 11: Ian, Émile, Kevin, and Troy.
The music was already loud, and they hadn't even gotten through to the entrance yet. The long line streamed out of the front door, filled with bigger, better looking guys than Ian. He hadn't even wanted to come out in...
I woke up this morning broken. I know why but I just wasn't expecting it. I'm shocked but not surprised.
So now I would usually say something like 'I know how to fix this and I probably will' and that'll be the end of it. This time is different though.
I suppose I could say...
. So don't expect it to make any sense) (also I think I edited it too much (and maybe not enough))
Take the door to the right
She looked and there were 5
She didn't know where to go so she cried..
She just sat and cried..
Advise me where to put this punctuation..
It's depressing to keep applying to jobs and hearing nothing back. I so badly want to work, to get out of the damn house and do something that means the world to me, but the world isn't letting me, at least not yet. Sometimes I think I should just give up and apply to law school...
that it always pulls you back eventually.
People move away. They start families, have adventures, study or just run, but always, always end up returning, dusty and battle scarred and directionless. This town welcomes them back every time and isn't keen on letting them go.
why I write without seeking publication or acknowledgement from the people around me. Why it's not a "hobby". Hobbies are things people do that make them happy, or to fill the spare time we have. Writing doesn't make me happy. It's like using a rib spreader on myself every time...
so was the fog surrounding his frail body
he was so deep in slumber that he couldnt notice the hundred shadows passing him
his body was frost cold and the city was black
he layed iour cat is soundly asleep and nothing can distract his eternal peace n a floor of footsteps ,and...
heavy waves of gray, defiant to its last breath. Compare its progress to the formation of debris fields, Saturn's rings, the Kuiper belt. Smaller scale, the same physical principles in play. Force of momentum and attraction, mass and density, light and a path of longitudinal...
I've always been hesitant to put up myself as a profile picture here. I've mostly used avatars, whether it be a picture I like, something I felt at the time, or my recent stint of Hobbes-related pictures, I rarely had my face up there. And I never really thought...
I don't have to look through some filter, some crude trick the world puts on for us all. I see your beauty as it should be. Full and free. You know that little silence that we sometimes get when we're talking? I really do enjoy that. I enjoy just being able to look at you. To be...
that I was the type of person who lived their life a little too fast and a little too loose. All my friends were the same way. We loved too quickly and fought too much. In high school, we were the kids hiding beneath the bleachers who drove fast cars, smoked cigarettes, and wore...
and howls through the crack in the doors, as if it were trying to rip them off their hinges. I step outside into the frigid afternoon air and and take a deep breath, trying to bring some fresh air into my lungs. Despite the violent winds, the sun hangs full and bright in the sky...
gold leaves shiver
through cracks of time
rays of sun flicker
through the crying sky
in my ballroom dress
clouds above leaps through the sky
gold leaves dangle blow in the wind
why must we be jealous
think more deeply
I can touch the stars
When I'm in your arms
I don't want to survive
I don't care if I die
I can't live without you
I don't care if I fall
I'll jump in your love
I don't care if it's fake
I'll believe what you say
I'll swallow my fate
I'll bite your bait
I'll give you my...
for you. I promise you're gonna miss me being there, putting up on you, refusing to give up on you. You're gonna regret everything that you've done to me including all the damage you've caused. And someday you'll turn back and i wont be waiting for you any longer. I might have...
i wouldnt feel anything
id be free like a wind and still get fed
id scratch the ones who touch me and make furious sounds
look at the sun with proud eyes
and move in the dark with no fears
i wish i were a cat !
was devouring your flesh
Your years couldn't get any longer
Your suffering was burying your health
Your cage of bones it's finally broken
Your days of sorrow are finally over
Your tears are pearls in the river of eternity
I've heard you and I've came
I'm the angel of death
A couple of days ago, there was some sort of question about if the military draft were back, would they take people who have mental problems. I answered, as is typical, not the question, but what the question made me think about, and that is that I would not fight if there were a...
A butterfly sees the beauty of the world,
sees the ocean,sees the mountains,
sees changes,the nature n more beyond walls.
She hears of a sweet melody,
happy or sad,
music from ppl's hearts,
music when the city dream n dance.
She feels the peace,the courage when ppl...
let people in easily
it's self defence
'cos i've been got hurt a lot and i don't want to repeat the same thing.
It ripped my heart out...all black
Too much for me
No tragedy anymore
If same thing happen to me again,i seriously can't get over it
I can say i understand...
aligned at the downward slope
Shake a little ,wake up better
It is a message of heaven in letters
Thunderstorm was severe
Glad,What could happen in a year?
It wasn't just loss of mind but of soul
Question of existence in mind on roll!
Thinking about life mere like playing fife...
I.There once was a beautiful field,A lush verdant paradiseHidden far away, concealedFrom the world's darkness and vice.Every spring after winter had thawedThe children would trickle out in ones and twosAnd play by the lakeside with their fishing rodsAnd footballs, with no need...
and dirt. The day's toils had left its pungent mark on him, but she didn't seem to mind somehow as she lay her divine face against his chest, her eyes looking into his. He felt something stir in him, something climbing up from depths he never knew he had. He kissed her forehead...
face of god is not gone
in the flowers smiles
aqua black drop sky
pure transcendent sun
ascends to astonish
the angels in heaven
who keep the light
of their loved ones
enshrined in angelic voices
one is so rich and full
so many inner worlds
outer world is joy...
I guess. Haven't gone on a date in about 2 months (and the last 5 months before that), but snagged a potential date with someone on the usual dating app. She seems nice and pretty outgoing, and I seem to have more chemistry with outgoing people rather than, well, people like me...
I have a tenuous relationship with cameras. While I think photography is an art form and a powerful one at that, I don't think it should be a substitute for experience. I kind of dislike how everyone has a camera to document every trivial part of their lives. Most people are not...
When angels hold your hands You just can't hit the ground They'll take you high and high And never let you down when angels hold ur hands u know ur not alone but u have someone that shows care, they love u without asking something and they never leave by ur side u call...
I flew above the clouds with endless blue stretched out before me. I watched as the home I once knew faded beneath the wings of the plane to a grid of green. The terrain, cut into uneven portions by grey asphalt tracks dwindled into nothing as we climbed higher still. Tens of...
and self indulgent, but I feel like I need to write.
Today, everything didn't quite "work" in my head. I feel like I'm being pulled in a million different directions, my head spins and time stretches inexorably. I could bash out a million sad poems, or howl at the moon in...
Eyes closed,deep wounds that noone feels,
bleeding since birth,
she lives for everyone n noone.
She sleeps in the cemetery,by her angel which is one with her,
-her suffering feels.
She remembers what she has built but shes
always bound to him.
Her soul was connected...
when he’s gone,
I can still feel his arms
snake around my waist
as mine find his neck to
wrap around. He pulls
me closer & squeezes.
I can feel the ghost of his
lips on mine, making it impossible
to forget the kiss. I can
still feel him here with me.
His jacket, so much
I won some money playing poker with my friends on Saturday, saw Jim Gaffigan later that night, and yesterday, experienced the awesomeness that is a Sleater-Kinney concert only to have Fred Armisen show up during the encore and play Rock Lobster for 7+ minutes and completely blow...
post, but, for my sanity's sake, I need to let this out.
For the past few days, the what-ifs have been haunting me. I cannot afford to experience another monumental (I am exaggerating here, but that is how it feels like, at least for me) failure.
"When people say it's not...