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In California it seem as if we pass from summer directly in winter. One day i am sun bathing at the beach and the next day i am prepared to go out in the rain and put on my winter clothes, as if autumn had never existed.

Posted By Allison On 11.07.2011 @ 8:17 pm

it was about the way he walked away, his judgmental nature and the selfishness that was all too obvious. In the end, he was an alarmist whom i had never known before, a different person altogether and oh, i saw the signs.

Posted By Allison On 11.06.2011 @ 12:21 pm

There are many colors you can combine to make another color. One of my very favorite color combinations are blue and red to make purple. I like to think about this in relation to people and how they can mix to form new identities.

Posted By Allison On 11.03.2011 @ 9:26 pm

Being a pisces, i tend to have epiphanies all the time. The problem is following through. I can have a realization and know i need to change something but never put it into action. Realization is just the beginning of something new.

Posted By Allison On 11.01.2011 @ 6:58 pm

I look at the world and I try to think about the artistry in it. For example, clouds, the way they move and are positioned, the way we cannot sit on them nor grasp them, yet they are there.

Posted By Allison On 10.26.2011 @ 4:41 pm

It’s without even trying that it happens, that the words spill onto the page, like blood from my very veins. Without thought, without pause, without effort.

Posted By allison On 10.24.2011 @ 7:41 pm

I miss my mother’s comfort. That is the thing I miss most about my mom, the option of getting in bed with her and smelling her comforting smell and being next to the woman who carried me for 9 months. A mother’s comfort is like no other. I hope my kids feels the same way about me and will miss my comfort when I am gone, hopefully after they are. I love my mom.

Posted By Allison On 10.23.2011 @ 7:48 am

It takes courage. It takes courage and blood and broken bones. It takes cocktails, mixed and stuffed and lit, not stirred. It takes cocktails thrown at buildings and through windows and igniting the night sky. It takes fists raised and fists clasped. It takes razing. It takes force. It takes us against them.

Posted By allison On 10.21.2011 @ 6:08 pm

Are the words so dull that they fall from my tongue and pierce through to neither of your ears? How many can I use to keep telling my story, my side, over and again without you realize from where it is that I come? Do I need some sort of grinding stone to get you to be able to relate?

Posted By allison On 10.20.2011 @ 1:19 pm

His kingdom was a lasting one. He ruled with fairness yet firmness. He knew his people and loved them all. It was no wonder when his castle was razed, leveled to the prosperous ground by a vicious tyrant with no thought but to progress his own power.

Posted By allison On 10.19.2011 @ 7:24 pm

I think warfare is necessary at some times, and not at other times. I think there is a time and a place for it. If its over something sill that you could easily talk it over instead of fighting. I think the majority of the time people should talk it over, not fight.

Posted By Allison On 10.16.2011 @ 7:26 pm

It fills with the warm glow of a hand reaching out, an offering, an anything. An “I am human as you are human.” A “You are human as I am human.” Respect and trust and all the pixie dust that seems to have so long ago diffused into cynicism and one-up-man-ship. I am human as you are human. You are human as I am human. I respect that and I respect your feelings and I respect you.

Posted By allison On 10.13.2011 @ 1:00 pm

It’s the leap of words springing out and springing forth and I would like to crank it all back down, like cramming a spooked Jack-in-the-Box away. Too late now, though. Too late because it’s all been said and spilled and launched over the dirty linoleum to our scuffed shoes, waiting for a response.

Posted By allison On 10.12.2011 @ 4:21 pm

The stacks linger in the corners of rooms, gathering dust and near-forgotten memories. Memories of a time adored, of a time of fingers lingering carefully and awe-struck faces leaned in close to technicolor lives and cramped print spelling out adventures of near-fictional cities and larger-than-life, in-humans and super-humans.

Posted By allison On 10.11.2011 @ 7:49 am

The shackles scraped their skin off in flecks. Dry skin, then bloody skin, shed along the side of a half-cleared road. The iron in their blood mixed with the iron circles chafing their ankles. They polluted the air with a mixture of mineral and skin even as they cleared the road for freer men.

Posted By Allison On 10.09.2011 @ 11:07 pm

Suppose you don’t know anything. Suppose you wonder what living actually feels like. You aren’t sure what it is actually like to live, without a care in the world. You let your tousled locks go crazy in the high winds, you lift your arms up, and it makes you feel like you can fly.

Posted By Allison On 10.03.2011 @ 5:47 pm

i like to mess with my hair when i’m not thinking about anything. it wraps itself around my fingers and twists itself into a knot. lost in space, i don’t feel the small strands suffocating my fingertips. i don’t know what else to say. it’s

Posted By Allison On 10.02.2011 @ 1:42 am

There was a glass that was half full. There was milk in it. By the way, the milk was half-and-half. Anyway, I took a drink out of the glass. Then, I spit it out, because it was spoiled! Ew! I felt sick the rest of the day.

Posted By Allison On 09.29.2011 @ 3:59 pm

what am I doing!?!??!?!?! I am upset! Why does this screen say dense??? Are you calling me names sonny? I don’t like this game! Talk to me!!! Tell me the rules!!!!!! I am upset! I am distraught! Why is this happening? I do not know why I am typing in this box… I should stop. Alas, I cannot. This is mildly addicting. Who is reading this? Are you capable of communication??

Posted By Allison On 09.28.2011 @ 7:26 pm

playgrounds are awesome. you just dont see as many kids on them today. in 2000 i was 10 and still on a playground. my cousin is nine and hasnt been on one in 2

Posted By allison On 09.28.2011 @ 9:21 am

You wanted proof? Well here it is. Evidence for the whole world to see that I am madly in love with you. You make me feel like an idiot. You make me act like a fool. But this is on account of my loving you forever. Happy?

Posted By Allison On 09.27.2011 @ 9:46 am

It’s not there. It never was there. There’s no evidence to prove we existed. No pictures. No letters. No memories… none for you at least. You’ve forgotten.

Posted By Allison On 09.27.2011 @ 9:43 am

It’s hard to say who’s right and who’s wrong. The evidence isn’t there. I can’t tell your facts from your lies. If you love me anymore or not. I wish you would just say so. I’m dying more and more with every breath I take and you don’t care. You say you care. But do you? I’m basing decisions on kisses we’ve never had. Evidence that’s never been proven.

Posted By Allison On 09.27.2011 @ 5:02 am

A lot of things concern me. School,boys, God,friends,family. What can you do but pray? Not much but that and work hard. I have lots of concerns but I give them to God.

Posted By Allison On 09.18.2011 @ 11:27 pm

i have a lot of concerns in this world. But what I make and do about these concerns, will say a lot about my character. Will i stumble, or will I rise above everything ? That is my decision to make, and no one else’s concern.

Posted By allison On 09.18.2011 @ 8:43 pm

My concern turns to worry, and that worry tends to turn me into a distracted monster that lashes out unexpectedly. I commend my friends for sticking with me so long…I dearly wish I could have more control over my actions. Yes, I know the whole 10 seconds things and blady blah blah, but that’s not working for me.

Posted By Allison On 09.18.2011 @ 3:29 pm

My small pouch lays next to me, and I stare at it, bored, and remember the tale of how I had gotten it…or rather, made it. It was all kelsie’s idea. She’d signed me up for something (again) and we went to knitting class. I’ve tried it before, and it’s been a disaster. This class ended up in a disaster, though it was a funny one…ah the tale of funny disasters…

Posted By Allison On 09.16.2011 @ 2:00 pm

On account of you I can expect a smile on my face everytime our paths cross. On account of you I can see the stars at night and know what they mean. On account of you I can smile and be okay when im alone. But on account of you i can expect to cry myself to sleep at night simply knowing that to you im nothing more than a friend.

Posted By allison On 09.14.2011 @ 5:17 pm

We rallied and clustered to the last remaint of the HP universe. The movies had long ago worn away, and the popularity had long ago gone down to a normal fandom…but the writing had never died. It had never died…until now. Until the government began the censoring. We are the last people who will defend the books. We will keep them here, and save them for the ones to come.

Posted By Allison On 09.13.2011 @ 2:28 pm

My wings are clipped. I cannot say what I want, do what I want (good things) or think when I want. I must have everything arranged just so in this horrible society,and be judged by everything I say. I hate this world, where everything must be clipped, including my wings.Especially my wings.

Posted By Allison On 09.09.2011 @ 2:31 pm