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Posted By Amy On 03.24.2011 @ 12:15 pm

How you perceive me Only matters to you. What you think is irrelevant. Easy to judge when you don’t know Very much about me. Easy to take sides when your Reality doesn’t match mine.

Posted By Amy On 03.24.2011 @ 7:09 am

Today I was happy to come to school, however it was difficult to actually get out of bed to come to school. School, for me, is a fun place to be, however, we are taking the PSSAs and that is not quite as fun as I would like for them to be. The students are dear and precious, however, they can be silly, silly, silly!!!! Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry! Mostly I laugh. I am planning on having a good day today, however I had a meeting before school and I have a meeting after school, bummer.

Posted By Amy On 03.24.2011 @ 7:06 am

so you see, you broke my heart, not once, but thrice and then you asked for my hand in marriage and to be the mother of your children, however…you forgot to say pinky promise

Posted By amy On 03.24.2011 @ 1:53 am

There was something in his eyes as he stared at me. He liked me, sure he did. But. There was always a but. And I couldn’t be what he needed me to be. I could never be her. And that was the biggest disappointment of all.

Posted By Amy On 03.24.2011 @ 12:07 am

you approached me as a shark looking for a bite to eat. i was hoping you would devour me. i dangled my bait–with blood red as a flag…over here over here…i waited for your gasp

Posted By amy On 03.22.2011 @ 10:14 pm

As I get closer Past the wall Pretending all’s well Reaching the destination On the other side Across the bridge Can I finally Hear you say I love you

Posted By Amy On 03.22.2011 @ 2:00 pm

Papers that state the Obvious. Limits on Individuality and Change. Yessir, it’s a new policy!

Posted By Amy On 03.21.2011 @ 8:24 pm

Waiting for the process to finish Hoping that this time it will work. Overstepping my boundaries again Letting my imagination go wild Even if it costs me everything.

Posted By Amy On 03.21.2011 @ 8:24 am

Sketching an outline Hoping to look like something Aptitude be damned Pretend I’m a painter Eventually I will be.

Posted By Amy On 03.19.2011 @ 4:58 pm

I wanted so much and i wanted him to like me and i wanted everything. But i left the u.s. and i realized i left all of those wants also- i’m done with more than half of them. I want something so different now, I want so much less but at the same time Its SO much more than I could have ever wanted in the cage i was living in, thank God.

Posted By Amy On 03.19.2011 @ 10:38 am

wanted dead or alive. When you have a want you are in less control then you were before. If you give up the want, you can be free. Materialist things don’t make a difference in your life. It is what you make of it.

Posted By Amy On 03.18.2011 @ 7:04 pm

and that was all she needed to hear.

Posted By Amy On 03.18.2011 @ 6:48 pm

A banner, strings pulled between the rafters decorated the gym as the adolescent bodies packed in. Puberty had made us all inarguably aware of the fact that we were inept. Little pawns in the game of life, and we had no say in what was to come.

Posted By Amy On 03.17.2011 @ 11:29 pm

Got to make this happen. Youth is fleeting. Muscle will help stall the aging process

Posted By Amy On 03.17.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Mr. Stiffler, phys. ed. gymnasium, playing games, Volcano game, Cycle day 2, play, cooperation, 40 minutes long, fun, fun, fun, juggling, strength, flexibility, LA Fitness

Posted By Amy On 03.17.2011 @ 12:58 pm

She was stalking toward me. My heart was in my throat as I watched her, her eyes fixated on mine. She was breathtaking, but frightening. The clank of her heels against the hard wood was enough to send shivers down my spine. She was eying me the way a hunter eyes it’s prey. I was the prey.

Posted By Amy On 03.16.2011 @ 1:56 am

Hoops in North Carolina Ever present in light blue Earning title after title Lose or win, the pride remains Shooting for the Mad March Moon

Posted By Amy On 03.15.2011 @ 12:54 pm

I wander through the desolate winter in search of spring. Surrounded by darkness and cold, I feel nothing. I need the warmth of sun on my skin and the beauty new life will bring.

Posted By Amy On 03.14.2011 @ 3:09 pm

Which way I choose to go Around or through Never stopping for long Down the road less traveled Ever looking for the destination Right in front of me all the time

Posted By Amy On 03.14.2011 @ 12:49 pm

I felt that I needed to use my wand, but I hadn’t dared to wish it before. It was dangerous and beautiful and above all unknown to me. I took out my wand and poised myself.

Posted By Amy On 03.13.2011 @ 11:38 pm

Waving magic Around in the air Needing nothing but belief and a bit of Dexterity.

Posted By Amy On 03.13.2011 @ 3:23 pm

obsessive compulsive disorder. I have that. It sucks. I’m obsessed with…I don’t know, chocolate, people I care about, reading, music. Obsession, or is it just liking something a lot? Obsession makes it sound negative.

Posted By Amy On 03.12.2011 @ 12:05 pm

Silk Cotton Argyle Rayon Velvet Ecru Scarves

Posted By Amy On 03.12.2011 @ 6:34 am

Scarves are warm, cozy. Like a hug. But there’s always that one scarf that is too warm, too itchy, too everything. It’s not a hug; it’s more of a chokehold. Sometimes you feel as if you don’t decide when the scarf comes off. The scarf decides when it’s finished with you.

Posted By Amy On 03.11.2011 @ 1:28 pm

Sentence Telling All That Everyone Must Expect Needs Telling

Posted By Amy On 03.10.2011 @ 3:45 pm

Make a statement. Say something. This is something everyone will see- instantly recognizable. Clothes, hair, demeanor. But what do I want to say to the world? Do I have anything to say at all? Silence.

Posted By Amy On 03.10.2011 @ 11:26 am

Man. This is not entirely my favorite word. It reminds me of Futurama and Doctor Who and being a little bit scared at picnics and Bumblebee, Flight of the. They have hair on their eyeballs, don’t you know.

Posted By Amy On 03.08.2011 @ 11:13 am

today sorrow upbring together whyh still love hate almost us why you are hsory I loe you no i do I qwant you I need you almost does not go in the mind of the beholder se me at the last place iwas. I am here to stay. Why do I cry? Why do I scream. you are so mean. I am so lean. No I am mean as well. You yell. I yell. We yell together. About nothing, something and everything. I saw you yesterday. Pretending forever or just a moment. i hate to be hated. i love to be loved. I hate you but I need you. I love you but I lost you. Where are you? Where am I? I am shallow. I am brillant I am the most vurenable I ever been. i am scred. i am unsure. I don’t know. i worry. you worry? I worry Why do i cry. why do I laugh. Son nor daughter. friend no husband. alone with no one. not even my son. happy is gone forever. poor silence depression struggle hurt anger sad forever. I love him why I dont know anymore. why do I cry, but I don’t not any more. I want you gone forever leave mean alone. Sucess is so close when you’re gone. a burdened that’s it you are a pit in my happiness. Trash I am not but you are making me trash. no money only music and guitars. i hate your family, they are idiots, pricks, loosers, haters, judmental, angry, jealous.

Posted By amy On 03.08.2011 @ 10:55 am

Almost counts in horseshoes and handgrenades. That’s what they tell me. But doesn’t it count, even a little bit, that I tried? That I was closer to success than defeat, even for only a little while? I guess not. I wish almost wasn’t the same as not at all.

Posted By Amy On 03.07.2011 @ 10:42 pm