Entries By Amy
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made
Your grandmother made this quilt before you were born. Every time I see it I remember her hands, thin, translucent, spidery veins going in all directions. Look, honey, just like mine.
Posted By Amy On 07.28.2010 @ 7:17 pm
you made me do this. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do, but you said I had to write about the word made. If I made you do this what would you be doing? I’m only writing because you made me. Hmmmm…. what is this supposed to mean? The word has too many ideas to write about, yet I have no idea what to write about.
Posted By Amy On 07.28.2010 @ 1:53 pm
maid
there once was a maid named brandy, she enjoyed cleaning the house that she was employed at. there was a small dog in the yard, and a giant garden in the back. there was nothing to be unhappy about because the food was fresh and she could cook well for her children. they were young, still in elementary school and growing bigger everyday. then one day she came home and everyone around her wasn’t the same. the kids were all shaped different and funny looking. the dog wasn’t so much a dog as it was a cat, and the food wasn’t the right smell or texture that it normally was.
Posted By Amy On 07.27.2010 @ 10:46 pm
commit
this is something that everybody should be scared of, and avoid at ALL costs. It is up there with genocide and terminal cancer in terms of the things the world would be better without. Anybody who does so, is an idiot and start raving mad. In fact, the only the thing they should be committed to is a mental asylum.
Posted By Amy On 07.20.2010 @ 4:49 am
pleased
Wow, I cannot believe that’s how it turned out! I am just so pleased for you. The test proved that you are on your way to a marvelous future without worry. Not everyone passes the test you know. It was tough waiting for the results, but now you know. You cannot be happier! I am just stoked.
Posted By Amy On 07.14.2010 @ 6:27 pm
myth
A myth. Is it truth, or is it a lie? Civilizations built upon mythy, and they all crumbled.
Posted By Amy On 07.05.2010 @ 7:38 pm
carve
I don’t know how to carve a turkey. It is a skill that I have never had to acquire. Other people around the table know it. If called on to do it, I just say “I don’t know how to carve.” No one seems to care.
Posted By Amy On 06.29.2010 @ 3:15 pm
spike
pointy sharp silver metal on top of a fence name of a boy spiky hair impaled on top of it in a park lying dangerously
Posted By amy On 06.29.2010 @ 6:54 am
velvet
velvet is a material. Usually dresses are made out of velvet. I had a green plaid dress with a velvet bow on the back. My daughter has a red plaid dress with black velvet trim.
Posted By amy On 06.26.2010 @ 10:08 pm
a dress that is pretty for christmas. red. or green for a little girl. elvis has blue vlevet shoes. nope those were suede. I think there is something called blue velvet . . . maybe alcohol. can’t remember but something is called blue velvet. either way it’s usually in reference to a dress or some kind of clothing. A kind or Queen would also were a velvet cape. It’s warm. I had some velvet pants once, they were black and dressy. I wore them
Posted By amy On 06.26.2010 @ 9:58 pm
beach
siphoning the confidence of the white ones that step hesitantly out of their coughing vehicles to study the tan legs touted before their eyes and the sacks of bones stretched out on towels and bronzing to perfection
Posted By Amy On 06.24.2010 @ 6:51 pm
tide
High tide climbs, climbs, climbs and culminates with a crashing descent. How poetic.
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2010 @ 6:32 pm
The tide was coming in slowly. The sun was setting. Everything was perfect. Everything, that is until a giant wave came in and knocked Melissa off the rock. Toby’s heart was crushed as he watched her get pulled out to sea. He brought her up there to propose, not knowing what fate had in mind.
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2010 @ 1:31 pm
The tide of the ocean sways in and out while the poor, defenseless animals are suffering during this tragic time in American history. They are stuck to the shores while the tide full of oil keeps receding away the hopes of sustanent life.
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2010 @ 1:07 pm
The tide washed up, softly touching our feet. It had that rise and ebb. We weren’t saying anything; just listening to the tide.
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2010 @ 12:36 pm
i can’t help but follow the tide as it rolls back out to sea. I just want to escape. But where to? Where would the tide take me? Will I figure out where I am destined to be headed in the ocean or will I just be tossed aside as usual?
Posted By Amy On 06.22.2010 @ 12:29 pm
revolt
i revolt, that is the way i am , can you revolt are you strong enough? give me a reason i CAN revolt. revolt brings a new way of thought, it brings change. revolt causes growth, REVOLT REVOLT REVOLT stand up, speak your mind, live your life, live for something that matters, nothing comes without a fight. once you have fought for something, it matters. make you and and your children matter stand the fuck up.
Posted By amy On 06.19.2010 @ 4:49 pm
without
without you i would be lost, i would have never expierenced the things in life that have made me me. i cherish the time that i have spend finding myself in your eyes and having you bathe my soul, without these thoughts i would be nothing.
Posted By amy On 06.18.2010 @ 4:37 pm
leap
Often timezs children are told that the cow does this over the moon which is a ridiculous concept. HAve you ever seen a cow do anything that requires effort.
Posted By amy On 06.17.2010 @ 6:50 pm
remark
remarkable remarked harry i’ve never seen anything quite like it nor have i you aren’t even looking at the painting i know he smiled at her a gentle reassuring smile.
Posted By amy On 06.07.2010 @ 11:36 pm
suit
the suit is always a problem on the train. when I sit, it crumples and when I sweat it gathers and scratches. I never feel very comfortable in a suit, yet we are almost required to wear them to work. Why? why be unhappy at work?
Posted By Amy On 06.06.2010 @ 7:36 am
starlight
They say that stars twinkle on a clear night, but in reality, they are not doing that at all. How is it that little balls of gas, so poisonous to humans, can be so beautiful?
Posted By Amy On 06.03.2010 @ 9:05 pm
train
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to ride on a train. I always imagined that they would have brass piping throughout and red velvet seats with gold accents.
Posted By Amy On 05.31.2010 @ 8:49 pm
clash
clash, my fucking life story. cant every do anything that i want cuz it “clashes” with everyone elses schedule. and when i dont want to do what they want or cant cuz it clashes i’m the asshole that never spends time with “them” fuck it all!
Posted By Amy On 05.24.2010 @ 7:31 pm
fireflies
we saw fireflies that night and thought they were stars. thought it was a good omen, but now i remember the boy who used to squish them as a kid. so probably not such a good omen, actually. some people, like you and that boy, hate them.
Posted By amy On 05.01.2010 @ 4:37 pm
Fireflies remind me of that Owl City song. That’s all that I really think about now when I hear that word. I think there were a lot of stories with fireflies in them when I was a kid. I always wanted to catch a fireflie and keep it in a jar like they do on TV and in books sometimes. But we never lived somewhere that had fireflies, so I never got to.
Posted By amy On 04.30.2010 @ 10:30 pm
bubbles
Bubbles are ephemeral and float like dreams that you’ll never reach. But bubbles are also fragile and perfect and all the more beautiful by the fact that they are fleeting. You can’t catch them, like you can’t pin down a perfect moment, a stolen glance, a perfect smile. Bubbles are like life, only they shimmer at the surface for a few seconds, instead of years.
Posted By Amy On 04.29.2010 @ 2:55 pm
dolls
Dolls. The goal of every young girl, to be slender with rosy cheeks and long beautiful hair. A toy to some, a terror for everyone to grow up into an insecure teenager. Dolls. Want a pretend baby at age 6? Get a doll that will pee itself. Nice right? Young mothers. Dolls. Whoever thought of these plastic little models of the human being…
Posted By Amy On 04.27.2010 @ 5:46 pm
