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The world tends to revolve around them. natural systems, technical systems. hThey seem to provide order in what is still perceived to be a chaotic world. There is no perfect system out there. Each one has it’s flaws, whether it is a naturally occuring system, or a man-made system. Stop and think for a bit…..where would we be without systems? We would be non-existent. Skeletal system, endocrine system……the list goes on and on….and as we take a step back and look at the bigger picture, all of these systems merge into the system that we call life. Amazing how all things coincide and coexist…..regardless of whether or not it is a harmonious existence.

Posted By Amy On 02.02.2013 @ 7:24 am

The wings weren’t the first things I noticed. Instead, it was his eyes. The angelic feathered wings poking out of his back were actually the last thing that I noticed. But those eyes of his. Those grey, green eyes that looked like the sea after a storm. The eyes that could look dead and alive at the same time.

Posted By Amy On 01.31.2013 @ 7:56 pm

precious. a time long past, my boys are growing up. smiling. They were both, as my luck would have it, “good” babies. Happy and content, thriving.

Posted By Amy On 01.30.2013 @ 4:38 am

Everyone told me I should say everything I think of. If that was the case I’m sure I’ll be more alone than I already am. I am a smart alack. and I know it.

Posted By Amy On 01.26.2013 @ 2:54 pm

Destroy, destruction, distraught. So much meaning in one word, to devastate. re-create. Again. Fix. Manipulate. Gone. Done.

Posted By Amy On 01.20.2013 @ 10:26 am

IS MY VERY BEING, MUSIC IS BEAUTY.

Posted By Amy On 01.19.2013 @ 12:19 am

It started as I walked into the room. Everything was quiet as the door opened, but as soon as it shut behind me, the music started. It wasn’t in the room, but it seemed more like it was in my own ears. I wasn’t entirely sure if the one other person in the room could hear the same thing that I could. He wasn’t reacting. He just, sat.

Posted By Amy On 01.18.2013 @ 7:07 pm

if you choose to do something is a thought out process in order to decide a certain thing that will or will not happen in your life. you may either choose or choose not too, but the desired outcome will not change because it will be what it will be anyway because your choice will not change because you are you and no one else

Posted By Amy On 01.17.2013 @ 9:30 pm

Compass means direction. It doesn’t sound like direction, it’s quite an ugly word. cum-pass. Sounds like something a brass instrument might sound like. It doesn’t sound like it looks either. People in America seem to have an internal compass, they’re always saying ‘head east’ or ‘head west’ instead of left or right which confuses me.

Posted By Amy On 01.13.2013 @ 6:53 am

Trust someone you love, and they will trust you back. Don’t promise something that you can’t keep, but always promise to love them and no one else or ever cheat on them, and make sure they know it.

Posted By Amy On 01.08.2013 @ 5:11 pm

There was a little boy who stood by the sidewalk. He was only carrying a coin and the teddy bear he had grown up with his whole life. And maybe, he was holding onto a promise.

The promise his mother had whispered into his year three weeks ago, but he knew would last forever. Because even if his mother left that morning and did not leave a message, he knew she would come back.

She promised.

Posted By Amy On 01.08.2013 @ 5:02 pm

Having something done. The proper steps for performing a certain exercise. What scientists and doctors follow. What people wish there was for more parts of life, when obviously there isn’t (at least not a strict one).

Posted By Amy On 12.24.2012 @ 5:09 pm

Sate? What is sate? I see the word ATE. And SAT. Thats about it. What is the definition of SATE? Hmmmm… The line on the bottom is going pretty fast. BLUE. I have no idea what else to write. So now I’m writing until….

Posted By Amy On 12.19.2012 @ 4:41 pm

five letters five hearts five people torn apart

five plans that were made five hands on the grenade

five lives five deaths

five bodies were only left

Posted By Amy On 12.17.2012 @ 9:24 pm

this paper is due on Tuesday. i sure wonder when her baby is due…maybe it’s due on Wednesday. is my birthday on a Wednesday this year? wouldn’t it be cool if the baby was due on my birthday?! omg! what if the baby was born on my birthday! neat! I’d have a baby sibling just like Leah! and she’s gonna have the same birthday as me! :) we’ll be twins

Posted By Amy On 12.16.2012 @ 5:28 pm

presented with a gift i obligingly decline i may have wanted your heart before but now it’s tattered, bruised and used i refuse to be second choice

Posted By Amy On 12.11.2012 @ 12:22 am

a month’s name . after june before august. 4 word. someone’s birthday

Posted By amy On 12.07.2012 @ 8:23 pm

July is during the summer. Pools, tanning, sunglasses, dog park, HOT, anything cold (especially lemonade). July can be fireworks, especially when I see him standing there in the light of the ferris wheel, his silhoutee makes me smile.

Posted By Amy On 12.07.2012 @ 12:55 pm

herself she loves likes tries heart broken flies birds butterflies lies trust happens faills

Posted By Amy On 12.01.2012 @ 10:08 am

man selfish messy loved strong gassy lucky immature passionate love willing scared tall handsome smile happy confused

Posted By Amy On 11.30.2012 @ 12:31 pm

The last time I saw her was on a spring morning. She was standing on a city square intoxicated with the nature that was waking up with every single second that passed. She always loved nature.

Posted By Amy On 11.24.2012 @ 9:37 am

is it even worth mentioning that you were a part of my life? is it worth remembering? or is it gone as quickly as the tears dried from my face?

Posted By amy On 11.18.2012 @ 4:35 pm

I frantically measured the time, racing againgt a hope that one day, I could fill a page in merely a second, lor sixty of them. My life depended on this one experiecnce, as if by a

Posted By Amy On 11.14.2012 @ 11:09 pm

my love for you is measured in heartbreaks, memories and lack of sleep.

Posted By Amy On 11.14.2012 @ 9:47 pm

your skin, the sky, lovers entwined, choking on your words, sideway glances, kindness from strangers, the trees, the flowers, everything that surrounds me

Posted By Amy On 11.14.2012 @ 2:04 am

subjective to the individual person, the arts can define the beauty of life.

Posted By Amy On 11.14.2012 @ 1:59 am

somebody told me he loved me. he told me that i was perfect and special and not like other girls. he lied. i was just like all the other girls whose hearts he broke.

Posted By amy On 11.12.2012 @ 8:40 pm

flowers, house, free, stick people, artists, Anita, house, paintings, wish I could be an art teacher,

Posted By Amy On 11.12.2012 @ 3:58 am

The sketch pad still lay on the desk where Damian had left it. Not drawn in since 2006, he decided to flip through the pages. The first page was a picture of a forest, but if you looked closely at the background, a strange figure stood there. Damian laughed, he remembered drawing it, though he couldn’t remember the inspiration.

Posted By Amy On 11.11.2012 @ 2:33 pm

tigers? roar? elementary school. I remember those times. They were easy and it didnt matter who had the nicest clothes or shoes. all that mattered was who you got to sit next to in class and whether or not you got to pick your seat. Then middle school happened. Then high school happened.

Posted By Amy On 11.09.2012 @ 8:33 pm