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Once upon a time there was a Car named Linda. And Linda loved to go on adventures. Unfortunately, her owner was very dull, and left her to be sad and lonely in the garage. So one day, Linda decided to go out on an adventure without her owner. So she revved up her engine and drove off to find adventure wherever she could.

Posted By Amy On 08.09.2011 @ 12:11 pm

the shallow incline on the hill revealed the waning foundation of the stewart house. each brick left of the front porch was a sad tear never to be wiped from one’s face. the begining wasn’t so sad, the begining was pleasant, maybe even happy; a whimsical breath of existance.

Posted By amy On 08.09.2011 @ 10:12 am

itis red and sometimes brown and holds rooms together with a lot of force. it is heavy and can withstand a lot of force. you can build tall buildings

Posted By amy On 08.08.2011 @ 6:32 pm

I sit here with a pen poised, unable to create what used to come so naturally. I forgot what it’s like to try. Now I realize you’ve not only broken my heart, but my spirit too. A pen that no longer works. I’m left with memories of you – of us – and a blank canvas.

Posted By Amy On 08.07.2011 @ 7:07 pm

case manager. hospice. insurance. aflac. death? home. recliner. far away. guilt. hopeless. hopeful. helpless.

sad

angry

sad

dying

so soon

Posted By Amy On 08.04.2011 @ 12:49 pm

Blood boiling from the feeling of anger. Hatred consumes you and you feel like steam is coming out of your ears. You’re at your breaking point and you don’t know what to do. You can feel the emotions bubbling up inside you, threatening to overflow. You don’t want to have an extreme reaction, but you aren’t sure if you can subside the feelings that have developed. Maybe it’s best to let them just boil over. Suppressing such emotions may be a bad thing.

Posted By Amy On 08.02.2011 @ 5:53 pm

The eggs on the sidewalk were boiling, even though it was only Easter. The rabbits were medium-rare this day and no one could be bothered to put on a fur suit. The children wilted like day-old lettuce in ruffled bonnets and sundresses.

Posted By Amy On 08.02.2011 @ 11:52 am

An origin. It gives life and helps something to grow and turn into something beautiful. If such root is destroyed, so is the thing that it creates. It will become an empty husk, useless.

Posted By Amy On 08.02.2011 @ 7:41 am

How do you amuse yourself?

Do you go to an amusement park?

Do you read in your bed with your head tucked away in a good smelling book?

Do you walk among nature and smell the tree blossoms?

Posted By Amy On 07.28.2011 @ 11:28 am

I have absolutely not a clue what to write. Band practice, band camp, band mates? Marching band…band of lunatics…wristband, bandits…rock band,

Posted By Amy On 07.27.2011 @ 1:22 pm

There was a band around her hair. Pulled back while she wrote. The breeze pushed the strands free from the band that tried to hold so tightly.

Posted By Amy On 07.27.2011 @ 12:13 pm

thunder loud rumbling feeling in ur bones the noise before the light like gods game of bowling energy in the sky frantic graduallly becoming louder beautiful fear echo across the sky

Posted By amy On 07.26.2011 @ 3:35 pm

thunder brings rain

thunder brings lightening

thundering now on the 7th floor

thundering there but not here

i wonder if the thunder will push the rain this way

i wonder if we will be able to go to the pool

thunder does not mean storm here though

Posted By Amy On 07.26.2011 @ 12:09 pm

dark ominous menacing rain flood bright light caution wet clouds Florida

Posted By Amy On 07.25.2011 @ 12:59 pm

Everyone is ill. Not ill in a good way. illl as in actually ill. No one is in the hospital for being ill though, at the moment. That is a good sign. I am sick of everyone being illl. I think they must think it is a family trait.

Posted By Amy On 07.25.2011 @ 7:03 am

Illness is my escape from everything. “I can’t go to school, mom. I’m sick.” “I can’t go to your party, I’m sorry, I’m suuuuper sick.” “Nah, I can’t hangout I’ve got a killer cold.” “I CAN’T MOW THE LAWN, DAD, I’M SICK.” “i hate my life because i’m always sick.” “DO NOT TALK TO ME, I AM SICK.” “Mom, I can’t go to dinner with aunt Matilda, I’m sick.” “I can’t come in to work today, I’m coughing up blood.” “I’m so sorry to say this, I couldn’t finish the homework, I was so sick, all I did was sneeze and cough out my lungs all night long.”

Sorry guys, I don’t think I can finish this post, I have a cold.

Posted By Amy On 07.24.2011 @ 5:32 pm

skinny people. why do they do it? do they not know how much it hurts their families and friends? i do. i was anorexic…i was a skeleton.

Posted By Amy On 07.24.2011 @ 4:27 am

What none of them knew was that I was kicked out of my old school for burning it down. I guess you could call it one of my “skeletons in the closet” but I was going to let them figure it out on their own. For now, I’m going to pretend it never happened. Force it to the back of my mind. Forget the school, the fire, and the person caught in it…

Posted By Amy On 07.23.2011 @ 7:22 pm

The ticket stub he handed me was a bright yellow. I got on the ride and he slid into the seat next to me. The bar lowered down to our chests, telling us the ride was about to start. The upbeat music started blaring out of the speakers and the whole contraption started spinning. At first it was slow, but gradually, it got faster and the seats lifted up. We were spinning, and contraption we were attached to was spinning, and we were moving up and down. After a few minutes, my stomach started twisting. Another minute in, it was doing flips. By the time the ride was over, ever organ in my body seemed to have traded places about 30 times. My stomach was where my heart was supposed to be, my heart was where my lungs should’ve been, and my lungs where were my stomach should’ve been. I ran to the trash and puked, putting all my organs back to where they belong. I vowed never to go on a carnival ride ever again.

Posted By Amy On 07.22.2011 @ 4:57 pm

Did you get a ticket coming here? How fast were you going? How come people don’t slow down here in construction zones? Do people not get tickets here? How much is a ticket here? What if it was an emergency?

Posted By Amy On 07.22.2011 @ 11:17 am

The light struck the violets in the corner, making them glow bright. The rest of the room dulled next to them. All the lavenders and light pinks turned to grays and whites. The door that was once a dark blue was now pitch black. It was like the violets stole the color from the rest of the room to power their brilliance. I couldn’t resist sitting and staring at them. They had my full attention, until someone knocked on the door. I jumped, being sucked out of the flowers’ attraction. “It’s me. We need to talk,” I heard him say. I got up cautiously and flattened my dress. He was the person I looked forward to seeing every day and every night. When I went to bed, I was wrapped in his arms. When I woke up in the morning, it was for him. I opened the door, and he smiled. His happiness was infectious. In his hand he held my favorite flowers. “You can never have too many,” He said. “Violets.”

Posted By Amy On 07.21.2011 @ 5:35 pm

I pick up the sledgehammer and hit it against the windshield. Violent hits to an enemies car… Probably not the best idea for revenge but fun enough.

Posted By Amy On 07.20.2011 @ 6:13 pm

A word I choose not to write about, given the dark mood I am already.

So sad.

Such a sad word.

Wish it would go away.

Posted By Amy On 07.20.2011 @ 1:03 pm

“Time’s up!” coach riley yells through the megaphone. “Finally,” I think to myself. My last P.E. class of the year was over. My last class of high school. When I walk out of those doors, it will be for the last time. I feel like it was only yesterday when I started here at Western High School. I walked through those doors and the enormous room swallowed me up. The cheerleaders on the side lines were glamorous and the basketball team on the floor was royalty. Now I know, it was all a lie. High school was always what I made it. People say it sucks, but that’s because they make it suck. I didn’t let that happen to me. Instead of wallowing in the corner about how I didn’t make the cheerleading team, I was at the sign up sheets for every extra curricular I could find. I made myself royalty and my friends glamorous. I filled my free periods with shakespeare sonnets and yearbook layouts. I made my school years amazing and I don’t think I’ll ever forget them. The classes, the teachers, the friends, and the enemies. They all made me the person I am today. The person who is about to leave high school and never come back. The rush of sadness that was just pulsing through my veins, is replaced by happiness. I’m not happy that I have to leave(other than my horrid P.E. class) but I am happy about what this school has done to me. It’s helped me believe in myself. My first step out these doors will be my first step into adulthood. Wish me luck.

Posted By Amy On 07.19.2011 @ 5:10 pm

Glee. Loud. Annoying. Lime Truck. Crazy Dance. TV. Great Food Truck Race. August. School. Job? Maybe I should use a megaphone and tell everyone to HIRE ME! and play some crazy tune in the background.

Posted By Amy On 07.19.2011 @ 12:06 pm

Trophies are a sign of victory. You have won something, you have achieved something great, now you can remember and share your accomplishment with others, to pass on that wonderful feeling, and keep it always dear to you. You will never forget that moment, thanks to this trophy.

Posted By Amy On 07.18.2011 @ 8:39 pm

Sometimes I feel like a trophy. Like something you win but then put on a shelf and forget about. When you move, you take it with you and find it a new shelf, but it never really means anything to you again. In the beginning, it’s what all your thoughts were about. You were so proud of it. Proud of me. Where has that gone?

Posted By Amy On 07.18.2011 @ 6:24 pm

i have a bunch of chess trophies from when i was in elementary school in california and after getting beat by a nine year old i realized that i’m actually terrible at chess, what was i thinking. this kid named seth or sean won the first prize trophy, but i only remember the 7th place trophy because it had a tiny girl next to it. we were outside, and it was sunny, and we were in california. i wonder what seth/sean is doing now, and i should probably go play chess some more to practice.

Posted By Amy On 07.18.2011 @ 3:53 pm

Maybe I was a trophy wife? Not sure why. I know I am not a trophy wife anymore. Speaking of which, we are don’t have any trophies in our house. Maybe that is a good thing. I hope my children never have or are the trophy spouse.

Posted By Amy On 07.18.2011 @ 12:04 pm

sticks. long thin wooden pieces that will poke your eyes out. Starts with st and ends with ick. s.

Posted By Amy On 07.18.2011 @ 5:52 am