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Not Around
I dont use this site very much anymore. I usually stick with Twitter, occasionally myspace, and rarely Vox. I do not know what I want to make this blog good for.....My imagination and such is lacking. Maybe this summer, since I am only taking one class. I can focus more on my blogging. We'll see. But to stay in touch with me, add me to twitter ( Read more... ) -
Mirror Image of Pouty Lips**
I saw his face again in that fuzzy-like, almost headache feeling daydream. He stood there in front of me and just stared. He didn't say anything. Though...I didn't want him to say anything. His presences was enough, it was comforting yet a little bit uneasy. The drunk kind of uneasy. I like that feeling. He makes me feel drunk. I. Suppose.
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Unwritten Letters to the Fairy of Forgiveness
I was told in a dream to write a letter. He received it but made no face. He just stared at the letter. The feelings that surrounded him were confusing, a shade of purple with a tinge of gray. A excited yet sad kind of gray.
Weeks pass.
I walked down the waterfront to walk to my usual spot but someone was sitting there. He sat with his head down and ( Read more... ) -
Dance's Half Empty
I love this, and I love that. He sits at home and watches my twitter updates, reads my blogs and watches me from the stands. Maybe? He loves me. I think? He types things he knows I will read, he says things he knows I will feel. Why are we apart? We are always apart, we have been apart for a long time. He knows I watch him, he knows I know he ( Read more... ) -
Fairy Tales ......Nightmare
I loved him....no I do love him ( Read more... ) -
Colors In a Dark Abyss
The jeans that she wore fell around her waste, pooling and heavy. the belt wrapped around twice, but still allowing the jeans to fall low on her hips.
she sat down on the bench, near the corner of her run down, darkly painted apartments. Music blared from various car radios, and dark men sat around bobbing their heads to the music. They stared at ( Read more... ) -
My Date With Someone Special...Troubled...Yet Perfect...
>Rough Draft....<
He sat over in the corner near the dark side of the bar. He touched the rim of the icy glass with his fingertip. He stared at the melting ice cubes with a sad look. His lips were soft looking, but the rest of his face was shadowed by his hat that covered the white bandana that was wrapped tightly around his head. I stared at him.
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Character Creation *
I am working on developing my character before I go any further. I want her to be real to everyone...especially me. Because I can not write when I don't like who I'm writing about. Hehe ^_^
Her name:
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Touch this...Kiss That...Goodnight
Part 1 of....Something
She sits down. Not anywhere special, though she feels as if she is in a world so different from our own. She sits. She licks her lips and tastes the bitterness of her strawberry lip gloss. Uneasiness flows through her veins, to her fingertips, her toes and the tip of her tongue. Her tongue. She lifts the drink to her mouth and ( Read more... )