I think Rain is good, it’s great… It’s awesome actually. It didn’t allow you to get out of your house; it wants you to sit back near the window see the drops of rain water sticking the window glass. Wear nothing but a T-shirt and jeans though the weather is cold. A Cup of hot coffee in your hand forgetting that busy schedule and think about the life. What you want from it? What did you did till now? What is your plan and where you want to go?
I think the rain… Continue
Added by Moosa Hemani on October 8, 2010 at 7:48pm —
I looked at you and saw the epitome of my pinnacle,
my aspiration of my trying to be. At first you were
like a breath of fresh air-a warm summer breeze
blowing through the window of my life. But my
familiarity you contempted in the afterglow of the
nonverbal, then I became nongolden-old and… Continue
Added by Michel on July 16, 2010 at 3:53pm —
The betrayal bond [not to be confused with James Bond], is over.
The princess has surely no more wound or trauma to pick at, flush out, expose or crack open.
No more oozing, exploding, flailing, wailing, grieving and generally sizzling about the planet like a burned up old newspaper.
No more cycles of seduction, manipulation, bullying, wounded-ness and victimhood to contend with.
No need to be on the crazy making receiving end of HIGH WARMTH… Continue
Added by PrincessOfNottingHill on July 12, 2010 at 4:33pm —
The Princess is ready to take a bite of the big apple..
Start spreading the news.
She's leaving today.
She's gonna make a brand new start of it.
Added by PrincessOfNottingHill on June 7, 2010 at 6:27pm —
The move to Nashville was well-planned and executed about 1 1/2 years ago.
Love the city for its music scene and warm weather and beautiful scenery.
Since I've lived here, my feet have given me pain, a slipped disc in my back was pretty excrutiating, and now a knee is shooting pain everywhere at frequent intervals.
I have had little success in finding work; Even trying to develop my own… Continue
Added by Bonnie on June 7, 2010 at 5:58pm —
Considering my mellow personality, you wouldn’t believe how often folk say it, but as I start cutting another set of lines on the CD case for Aja, here Ray Ray himself comes with, “Stagger, why don’t you give it a rest?”
“Can’t stop, won’t stop,” I shoot back, working my magic with the Black Am Ex and feeling my nerves already singing arias at the prospect of another poke of flake, and with a sniff I add,… Continue
Added by M C Funk on June 5, 2010 at 11:00am —
Tia and I are doing a pass by of the French Quarter—our first since that whole trouble with the Latin Kings drying up my New Orleans corners and trying to fit my nuts in a vice—when this shabby dude come up and stick his shabby-ass hand at us, asking, “Spare some change for a Vet?”
I stop and start to fish out some coinage, model of Christian charity that I am, but since I always like to give the veterans a look… Continue
Added by M C Funk on May 29, 2010 at 11:30am —
After so long, it wasn't easy to trust those feelings..those thoughts.…
Added by Bonnie on May 22, 2010 at 8:30am —
Team Edward or Team Jacob? My daughter has gone back and forth but I think she’s finally settled on Team Jacob since seeing so much of him without his shirt in New Moon. But lately we’ve started watching the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series again and I think that… Continue
Added by Doug McIntire on April 16, 2010 at 9:57am —
your mean when;
bring your father to tears.
But i wasn't affected.
A 'Lost Boy'
Would we put our words under consideration,
If we spoke hurtful things and there were terrible consequences?
'But, there's no such thing as fairies'
'Don't say that. Every time someone says that, a fairy somewhere falls down dead.'
believe in fairies, I… Continue
Added by no name on December 12, 2009 at 6:18am —
I had delusions of granduer when I went to New Orleans for the first time, I believed that I would find the locals to be bigger than life, and the French quarter something out of a fairy tale.
While I found both to be true, what really drew me in wasn't the locals or the wrought iron peering out of the mist, or the cobblestone streets, what drew me in were the cast aways, locals or tourists once, trapped in this haunted city with no money and little sanity left to escape.
I met a man… Continue
Added by alisa rynay haller on September 22, 2009 at 1:30pm —
She ventured into forbidden territory when she met New Orleans for the first time. The most haunted city in the world called her name from every balcony, every broken cobblestone, every lampost and deepwood cemetary, every derelict building abandoned from the flood, every swamp and bog, the wind called to her like a lover, and she was free at last. New Orleans had called her home.
She went to the Queen's tomb and begged a favor, believing that if it was even the remotest of… Continue
Added by alisa rynay haller on September 11, 2009 at 11:54pm —
One day, many moons later, the Icelandic man, [who no doubt has a touch of Viking and Danish] came to London for three days but was forced by powers far far far greater than he to stay in London for a period of eight months without being able to leave and the Polish girl had to come to London bringing the half Icelandic/half Polish baby with her and they continued their life in a flat in London together, where the half Australian half New Zealand woman, with a touch of Maori and Scottish, was… Continue
Added by PrincessOfNottingHill on September 5, 2009 at 5:30am —
Lazily exploring their ( hotnow) teenage bodies, the sweet aroma of pot, I love you, reckless to the car in the driveway, the door opening, Happy New Year! Shit, she said, my parents are home, we're screwed, get dressed! Wait, don't go (Oh no no no), can I try some please ?
The boyfriend ( I love you) instructed the girl's mom in the proper inhalation of a joint, while her dad looked on with disapproval, no tokes for him.
After her mom died, the girl remembers her this way, tasting… Continue
Added by Rosie on May 6, 2009 at 12:30pm —
9/11 on 9/12: A 6S Newspaper Article
by Fred Meyer
Wed Sep 12, 2001 6:06 am ET
NEW YORK (FP) – Yesterday, two airplanes were flown into the Twin Towers in New York City.
Both planes exploded on impact, catching both towers on fire.
Both towers collapsed, and thousands are dead or missing.
Rescue attempts are underway, and cleanup and rebuilding will begin… Continue
Added by Fred Meyer on April 1, 2009 at 6:00pm —
As midnight approaches I can hear the lion growling. Lightning bolts flee before him wherever he treads and as the final hour is nigh, stars shoot from his eyes and dandelions bloom overhead in brilliant reds, greens and blues. The lion lets loose a resounding roar so powerful as to rend space-time; glimpsing daylight in an alternate world, flashing upon tiled walls shadows of Faerie. His call brings a pride of lions, all tromping the narrow streets and alleys of Chang Ming Shui village,… Continue
Added by Daniel on January 25, 2009 at 11:30pm —
At one second past midnight, on January the first, 2009, the world ended. It ended not with a bang, but with the hiss of escaping air as the ozone layer finally expired. The first of the celebratory rockets, released three seconds prematurely, had knocked out the last hastily applied piece of sticky-backed plastic that Abdiel had spent seven hours up a 1500 foot ladder plastering on. The humans died instantly, along with all the mammals and birds. Amphibians and fish, and the myriad of other… Continue
Added by Rachel Green on December 31, 2008 at 7:58am —
to pick up and move on seems so strange. to look back and wave, knowing that you may speak to, but never see them again. maybe it's for the best you tell yourself. maybe it's the way things should be. maybe you wish you could change things, but you can't. looking at what might have been...should have been...could have been...but isn't.
change. i fucking hate
change. why can't it knock politely instead of busting up the party? why can't it send a letter...or an email...telling… Continue
Added by elissa on December 18, 2008 at 8:02pm —
Everybody had photos in the cubicles of loved ones, pets, and friends.
Having none of the above I cut out an old magazine picture of Courtney Love and put it
in a cheap frame. She looked great in this smokey live concert shot.
Her hair whacked-out, lipstick badly smeared, cigarette upthrust like FDR,
and mayhem in her eyes. She had ripped the broken-strapped tacky sequin bra
far from one shoulder, slick with sweat her bare breast exposed, nipple defiant.
Added by Doug Mathewson on December 10, 2008 at 6:37am —