oneword.com

The whiskey went down much better than expected. She took swigs of it easily. She knew she probably shouldn’t, there would be consequences later. It was the “when in Rome” situation and she figured she might as well, as long as she still could.

Posted By Amiee On 08.08.2010 @ 7:04 pm

I drank whiskey straight last night. Without a chaser. I am not sure how I managed that.

Posted By Amiee On 08.08.2010 @ 12:46 pm

Oh, created? I’ve created a lot of things, I think Putting other things together Making something new Create success, create environments

Posted By Amiee On 08.08.2010 @ 8:16 am

I created a life My life I don’t know where it’s going and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty Usually, I wish I knew more of my future

Posted By Amiee On 08.07.2010 @ 9:16 pm

I created a life My life I don’t know where it’s going and I don’t care to dwell on where it’s been There is an uneasiness about the uncertainty Daily, I wish I knew more of the futre

Posted By Amiee On 08.07.2010 @ 9:14 pm

So far My mission has been to educate youth And give them a safe place to be Someone who cares I’m dedicated I do my job well I love it Yet It’s not everything

Posted By Amiee On 08.06.2010 @ 3:52 pm

I’m on a mission To get you out of my head I took down the photo frame That had adorn my desk I’m replacing thoughts of you with Thoughts of anything else Your ambivalence, carelessness It’s bringing me down.

Posted By Amiee On 08.06.2010 @ 12:30 pm

I want to escape the love I feel for you The each-and-every-day love It’s deep and true and terribly Unfortunate I’d avoid it if possible but it creeps in Unknowingly I’m searching for a way

Posted By Amiee On 08.05.2010 @ 3:25 pm

If I could escape thoughts of you’d I’d gladly take it It may have all started, or taken an unexpected turn When I needed an escape From my day to day So I went to experience yours It’s been months since my return And there’s no word Truth, responsibility, you choose to evade it

Posted By Amiee On 08.05.2010 @ 12:02 pm

I cross my arms over my chest Daydreaming once again about how we first crossed paths and how neither of us can remember it Wondering how you now can so casually cross out the future because you’re unwilling to expend any effort The distance, cross country You’re afraid

Posted By Amiee On 08.04.2010 @ 12:53 pm

Don’t cross me. A cross to bear. Cross, for Christianity, worn on a necklace. Cross your legs. Cross the room, your eyes locked into mine

Posted By Amiee On 08.04.2010 @ 12:48 pm

I’m always on the fence. Indecisive. Constantly weighing my options, predicting possible futures. Daydreaming, really. It keeps me from making a choice. From walking away and putting my energy into someone else. Because from this fence I feel I can see all.

Posted By Amiee On 08.03.2010 @ 12:29 pm

Fences. The ones you build around your heart. Like walls, they keep people out. However you can see past the fences, the whole world is out there. Even though you know of the possibilities, can see them, you’ve still locked yourself in.

Posted By Amiee On 08.03.2010 @ 12:26 pm

None. This word sums up my romantic prospects, relationship potentials.

Posted By Amiee On 08.02.2010 @ 9:14 pm

None. Emptiness/loneliness. This word is so desolate it clears out my mind and heart, leaving only a dissatisfied look on my face.

Posted By Amiee On 08.02.2010 @ 12:27 pm

Oh no. Nun. Nun-thing comes to mind when I think nuns. Their habits? Lame. Old style parochial schools? Dumb. Whoopi Goldberg? Meh.

Posted By Amiee On 08.01.2010 @ 11:39 am

I loved the way I decorated my first apartment. A mismatched collection of things that I liked. The Monet poster on the wall. The stolen throw pillows. The bookshelves. None of it coordinated but it was held together by it’s “me”-ness. It all changed when I let someone else in. What was mine was now “ours” though I was still the only one paying rent. I know I made the choice to open and share my home but I somehow felt less proud to bring new people into this space. I have to admit, I miss when it was all mine.

Posted By Amiee On 07.31.2010 @ 11:17 pm

Their prom was decorated to look like a cross between a jungle and a rain forest. Not the most cohesive of ideas but creative and they did it well. The gymnasium was unrecognizable. No one at their school had ever created such a transformation before.

Posted By Amiee On 07.31.2010 @ 7:00 pm

She decorated the birthday cake with purple icing. Not much of it because she wasn’t into sweets. The frosting was key: rainbow chip. Which is distinctly different from funfetti. They may look the same but those chips make a huge difference. At 25, she didn’t mind that she was baking her own birthday cake.

Posted By Amiee On 07.31.2010 @ 11:53 am

I wonder if miles are the only thing standing between us. Not just the different trees, the changing landscape, the different culture, climate. But something else, unseen. What else is in the way? I know you push yourself away but I have to wonder if the distance is not the only reason you’re not in this.

Posted By Amiee On 07.30.2010 @ 10:51 pm

Miles. A million miles- The distance between me & you Miles Davis – Makes me think of a Taking Back Sunday Song: “It makes her want to fall in love or be smart enough to keep her distance… she can’t decide, she can’t decide”

Posted By Amiee On 07.30.2010 @ 10:43 pm

I’m somewhat near all of the things that I want, the things that I’ve worked for. But near is not enough. Everything is just out of reach- taunting me with it’s closeness. They’re near but they’re not here, they’re not mine.

Posted By Amiee On 07.29.2010 @ 10:00 pm

“Don’t come near me!” she shouted. Her disgust was apparent. He cut all ties when he did that. Or so she wished. Although he crossed the line their connection wasn’t completely severed. It probably never would be.

Posted By Amiee On 07.29.2010 @ 9:58 pm

I wish you were near me. It sucks. I wonder what would change if you were nearer in a permanent way. I wonder if you wish I was near you.

Posted By Amiee On 07.29.2010 @ 2:24 pm

Made also makes me think of the things we create. I don’t make food… I’m not into cooking, backing or any of that. I like to make art. Small things. Sometimes people are impressed but I know I’m only slightly above average. What else do I make? Friends. Invest in relationships. Make life better. I’ve MADE a difference.

Posted By Amiee On 07.28.2010 @ 11:43 am

I made it! Made it through. Life? Life so far? I’ve got my dream job. At 25 I guess that’s impressive. I moved to a city I’ve never been to. Made it through my first (now two) years of teaching in a very large, urban school district.

Posted By Amiee On 07.28.2010 @ 11:39 am

“I feel like an old maid.” I said it. Actually use those words. Those words are so old fashioned. Does anyone use them anymore? Perhaps I am or will be more of a spinster. Or does that involve some sort of knitting? Because that won’t happy. Crazy cat lady is most likely the title I will earn.

I’m 25 but it feels desolate.

Posted By Amiee On 07.27.2010 @ 10:19 pm

MoH. I was asked to be the Maid of Honor in my friend’s 2011 wedding. Complete shock. I did not expect it. It’s kind of a lot of work but at least I’m getting to know some about weddings. I don’t care at all about having a wedding of my own but I know my mother does…

Posted By Amiee On 07.27.2010 @ 11:23 am

“Kids strung out on homemade speed”

death cab for cutie. I’ve always loved that line.

Posted By Amiee On 07.26.2010 @ 1:38 pm

half & half. It reminds me of coffee. After 25 years of not being able to stand the taste of that stuff I drink it. It’s bitter but warm. I feel accomplished.

Posted By Amiee On 07.25.2010 @ 5:55 pm