

beyond the pastThe house we lived in had green shudders and a tire swing out front. The branch the tire swing hung from is broken, and the paint is peeling off the shudders, giving a charred effect to the leafy color. Nobodys used the tire swing since all six of my cousins tried to fit themselves into it together, so now it just hangs idly and blows with the breeze. Some say theres an intimidating look to it because of its burnt and abandoned exterior, a haunted feel that helps young boys and girls skip over it and onto the house next door on Halloween. But it was all a part of my childhood, and a huge part that I still yearn for. &beyond the past


secrets behind white teethI grew up with my hands clasped and my eyes closed and my mothers voice in my ear whispering, No, no, no. But now I live in a place where weed overrides oxygen and liquor hides in the back of the cabinets, and its hard to put myself back in the shoes I wore to Holy Communion.secrets behind white teeth
Hes leaning against the back of a lumpy couch with a video game controller in his hands. Im sitting behind him in a plastic chair, watching. Im always watching when it comes to him, but I desperately wish I could change that. Then I wouldnt have to see him flirt and flaunt and fuck his way through the student b


let loose the phoenixThe room stank and the walls were stained. The drippings slid down the banisters, the nightstands, bureaus, doors, and collected at a pool at her feet. She could feel the gasoline beginning to soak through the soles of her shoes the bottoms were thinned from years of wear, it was only a matter of time but she remained still. Arms quaking, hands shaking, eyes leaking, breath choking. And yet she continued to stand. Still. Oh so very stilllet loose the phoenix
The world rotated once before her knees hit the floor. There was a time when the boards were creaky and lightly layered with dust, but all that had been covered up by the gaso


VinylThe needle sets on the black disc and sends it spinning, Then you turn to me with eyes blue and mouth grinning. Lets dance, shall we? and your hands find mine, Arms encircled, fingers entwined. I cannot view your face in my short stature, But the rhythmic sway and throbbing hum has my heart captured. The record circles lazily in the turntable While my mind stretches to as far as it is able. Seeing a time when I can place my head upon your chest And your fragile voice, through wrinkled lips, sounds its best. To a day when I blow the dust off my own collection,Vinyl
by `creativ82
by *littlemewhatever
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A: "No, you idiot, you don't get it, it's satire!"
B: "What's a tire?"
C: "What's this about clothes?"
A: "..."
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A: "No, you idiot, you don't get it, it's satire!"
B: "What's a tire?"
C: "What's this about clothes?"
A: "..."
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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