The thing is- a really awful thinghappened, but listening to the wayair moves through your lungs as Ilay on your chest makes everythingstill for a moment.I would rather listen to the blood move through your veinsthan do most things.My time is yours even when it’s not.-maybe that’s tragedy; I don’t know.Maybe it’s tragedy to think that Idon’t want to think about what happened;but I do want to remember your lips.And the way they felt on minebefore they were bruised.
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This past week, a large number of UW-Madison students faced multiple daunting midterms, projects and other highly weighted assignments.
In a slightly annoyed state Monday night, area-man Luke Bauer reached into his pocket and discovered that, yet again, his Bose earbuds had twisted themselves into an intricate knot.The incident—which really wasn’t a big deal—caused Bauer to sigh heavily and yank on random parts of the wire.“The entire sight was pretty relatable,” said local witness George Hartin.
It may soon be legal to hunt big game from helicopters as a result of the recent Senate overturn of Obama-era hunting restrictions on national wildlife refuges in Alaska.
You shine so bright, they force you into a shadow,growing into a sunflower without the sun to turn to,girl, you got the magicYou are surrounded by skepticswho weren’t present witness to your blossom,they doubt it’s occurrence, they doubt you.I feel your anger,the nonchalant way of going aboutexpecting nothing from the people that interact with the day.No one will let you down without your permission.I get why you write,why you obsess, why you get mad,that you love so hard and so much,it drags you down like a responsibility.So you stopped carrying your heart in your hands.I know most times you leave it at home,perhaps in your closet,so no one will know you have one, too.You hide your soft so no one try to shape youinto something you are not.You don’t want anyone to accidentally step on itand then feel bad for not accepting their “sorry.”To you that word is flimsy,can’t even take being thrown in a trashcan.Helga, I know how bad waking up can be,when no one is thereto say good morning,or there when you get back home,or there when your world is screaming novels at you.And I get that sometimes loneliness is not a choice,it’s the only option when no one chooses you back.Please write until everything you have to sayis able to be read and I’ll read it.Helga you are so beautiful,and loving yourself is only half the battle,sometimes it’s the full war.Thank you for the Saturday mornings,for those 20 minutes it wasn’t so bad to be alone.
That’s all she wroteI’m looking at you and thinking about how the penThat pen thereThat you have in your mouthWill be wetNowFrom the moisture on your tongueAnd that penThat pen right thereWill also be hotWith eachHeavy breath that you exhaleAnd that penYeah baby that WetPen you have in your mouthRight There-Will have bite marks on itWhere you’ve clenched your jaw and bitten downWith each crescendo of your lungsAs air touches your wet lipsAnd your eyes blink like forbidden fruit-- ughh honey your mouth could write the sweetest poetryThat penThat pen thereSigns my life away
It’s not home. But wasn’t itonce? Wasn’t it ours beforewe were told who we were?Didn’t we exist beforewe were given these names?There must have been a time beforeMa lost her tongueto shame.
I found an article the other day about a situation in Melbourne last year on how the city had identified all trees with a different number and email address, so that citizens could send emails to city officials about complaints, a way to improve the city life.
Hologram Tupac was asked to put on a shirt for his courtroom appearance. He declined to do so, saying to the bailiff, “Nah.”
A study released by UW-Madison’s Psychology Research Division has outlined a network of patterns linking the popular social media application Snapchat to a nationwide surge of unexplained injuries, most of which involve either hyperextension of the arms or traumatic impacts with bystanders, furniture and inanimate objects in the street.According to experts, the application promotes the extension of outstretched arms into high-traffic areas such as hallways, elevators, escalators and particle accelerators.
Late last night,somewhere between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m., an interesting monument was discovered outside Gordon Dining Hall: a statue of former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein.
Earlier this week, Suge Knight came forward with breaking news concerning the murder of hip-hop legend Tupac Shakur in 1996.
This is the second installment in our ongoing mystery series. In the first installment of Nowhere, three friends, Hannah, Cade, and Levi walk across a frozen lake Mendota in the middle of the night.
Gov. Walker plans to move ‘Welcome To Wisconsin’ signs one yard south every day until Illinois catches on
In a stunning move that has gained overwhelming bipartisan support, Gov. Scott Walker has confirmed his intent to move the state’s southernmost “Welcome to Wisconsin” signs gradually south until Illinois becomes aware of it.
Mathew Leedom, an engineer at the Wisconsin General Electric factory, developed a fully-functional bubbling drinking fountain Monday night, giving validity to the well-known “bubbler,” a slang term used to describe the hydrating machine.A 15-year veteran with GE, Leedom decided to develop the blueprint for the machine after a debate with an out-of-state coworker about the proper name for the device.
President Donald Trump’s new executive order was applauded by anti-life advocates as an effective means by which to end all life on earth by 2050.
when i kissed a boy with your same name:1.cigarettes hung on my clothesand the scent of lilacs lingered in my pores2.deception on my lipsbut I can still remember the blood on your hands3.your fingernails raked across the surface of my brainand my mind screamed a chorus of no’s4.we warmed each other with our bodiesbut your name still feels like ice on my tongue
Do not worry about the girl wholeft and walked forever,she is taking space for herself.The world is round,she’ll be back.
*Before I start this article, I want to begin with a consent caveat. Everything discussed in this article is clearly pointing to all sexual activities between consenting partners.
This the first installment of a new mysterious story that will be released in multiple parts over the remainder of the semester.