Air vibrated through your vocal cords and made lots of different noises, but from what I see you didn’t say a thing. At least nothing real.
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jhonenv: I was talking recently about the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations and the movement in general and got onto the subject of the people who just honestly don’t give a fuck, for whatever reason, simply don’t give more than a poorly thought out joke to the idea. Naturally, like many people, I can’t help but liken situations like these to zombie apocalypse scenarios. Shit’s simply...
as you fall to the ground
Hanging on my wall was your picture Innocence and youth bared in your body for you were only 5 in the image Hung high on my wall it was and your smile had brought me to smiles but one day as I enter my room I saw no more the picture on my wall for it had fallen to the ground and had become covered Not much time passed before you were gone for the love of your smile fell before the...
The tale of letters
Written in black and blue ink our history is stained onto notebook paper. Each word like fruit to my mouth, juicy and refreshing. I eat up your words for they are the meals of my mind. For I have a never ending hunger, but I know you have the foods that are needed to keep me satisfied. So I send you another letter and await one from you, but words and letters cannot express the feeling growing...
Why is it so cold in here asked the prisoner as he clawed at his sides It will be alright Said the voice without words in his eyes.
This is an passage of a story I am writing to a close friend “What happened after that initial meeting could only be described as the manifestation of god. Gaby once told me that she believed that god existed when two people were on the same wave length in an almost perfect matter. That the connection of human spirit and communication was in itself god and I thought of all the other times...
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Many times of the day are spent looking out the window. I watch the clouds gather, form, then dissipate. I watch the birds float around the baby blue skies. I see the change of color as the sun begins its journey to retreat back into the earth. You know, It is beautiful to just watch time go by and to appreciate natural activity, but I’m just laying here, tired, wishing i could fly.
sticky keyboards and numb toes
A gust of cold air slips through the crack in the window. Awoken by my sudden urge to use the bathroom I decide to close it. Standing there, I suddenly remember the dream I was having. Little played out events that meant something, but probably nothing. An argument with an ex boyfriend that started with an explanation of discontentment, A friend crying over the revelation that the unquestionable...
Ive been having really interesting dreams. I think ill start keeping a dream log.
For many; we look to suffer. Cause a problem, cause a habit. We don’t want to be happy. Do we need to feel some inner despair to feel something deeper of life? Can we be human and happy? Life takes many turns and in the end will you just be sad that it led you through an unknown path or a path you didn’t want to take? I say fuck it. We should all try to find our peace before its too...
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