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A New Chapter in the book of... stuff
Chapter IV
Haylie looks so beautiful when she is sleeping, the sun reflecting off her dark hair, brightening her skin to its natural creamy tint. Her arm is bent so her palm rests in the center of my chest. I could look at her for hours but somehow she always knows when I wake up, even if the only movement I make is to ( Read more... ) -
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I find myself not writing my problems down as much during, but after they occur and are mostly fixed. this weekend (and by weekend i mean thursday until present) was fucked up. pardon my french. sin details, there was a [problematic] period in my life and i hurt someone i love and opened my eyes about a few issues. (im wondering how much i can ( Read more... ) -
Foiled
So my nights plans kinda went downhill a little bit. the beach party i was gna go to- no keg, no booze at all. apparently hwenever im involved in anything it gets fucked over. oh well i guess its for the best cuz i dont need a hangover 2moro at all. that would be bad. but i may go out and chill anyway. im just kinda sick of sitting in my room ( Read more... ) -
What should i name this>???
Chapter III
I’ve never been fond of dark places, or heights, so the small shack at the edge of the cliff I was looking up at made me feel uneasy. I couldn’t hear anything, and it was so dim that all I could see were the lightly colored clouds infrequently hovering overhead. I took a step backwards as if I had just arrived at the house but ( Read more... ) -
Drawn, quartered, and a kiss for good luck.
This process is slow but sure
the remedy to a plague
a virus overlooked,
because people live by the cliche about bliss.
thorns from every metaphoric flower
poking similies of holes in my imaginary perfection.
A snails race
finish line yet to be determined,
and the will of the runners,
waivering based on the landscape.
rainy day fake estate,
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Choices
Driven to another fork stuck in the road, as someone most cleverly put it to melody.
Piling down a rocky highway, windsheild broken
I never did finish this project car anyway.
'32 Ford and worth every year
but ive only been workingon it recently.
80 to 90, skips over 100 seemingly
the engine screams as do its passengers
out of strain, stress, anger, fear.
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A chapter i call II
Chapter II
I woke up what must have been the next morning. It felt like weeks later. The sun was shining through a freshly broken window, and my throbbing head prevented me from looking in that direction ( Read more... ) -
Chapter one revised.
Chapter I
The cold wind blew through me almost as if it was trying to reach a forgotten part of my soul just to reveal a secret not even I knew existed. Sheets of ice covered the memories of spring, creating an albino landscape of the once lush green patches of grass surrounding the walkway. It was one of those days where ( Read more... ) -
Time to crack down
So i really havnt written anything worth reading on here in a while. My book is going slowly but thanks to nikki (god i cant believe i just said that) its all editted and ready to be continued. I am at the beginning of chapter 5 and hopefully this is the start of a really long process, because i enjoy writing.
So i have decided (like cori ( Read more... ) -
My story thus far
Chapter I
Hopefully this is
The cold wind blew through me almost as if it was trying to reach a forgotten part of my soul just to reveal a secret not even I new existed. Sheets of ice covered the now far off memories of spring, creating an albino landscape of the once lush green patches of grass surrounding the walkway. It’s one of those days ( Read more... )