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meadows, yellow, pink, oragnge colors scent spring days, running through fields, racing as the afternoon drifts away.

Posted By amy On 09.14.2008 @ 10:07 pm

i thought that the flowers were just a space. a space in which to roll around, a background on which to have a life. I didnt see them until now as something significant in and of themselves until now.

Posted By Amy On 09.14.2008 @ 5:50 pm

A wildflower is: sunshine rain dirt black soil rooted in the sky like a cloud or shrouded by the new moon and absence of stars gone in a blink picked frozen stomped on.

Posted By Amy On 09.12.2008 @ 10:33 am

Wildflowers grow so beautifully along hillsides or roads and highways. To see them in an environment of asphault and concrete is a breath of fresh air. It’s the little bit of nature found

Posted By Amy On 09.11.2008 @ 10:12 pm

Brick. A cool name. A dangerous weapon. A sturdy home. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Sexy… My husband’s childhood friend. But I’m not sure how sexy he is.

Posted By Amy On 09.09.2008 @ 8:01 pm

He threw the ball across the yard. The dog pounced, throwing itself after the ball. It hit the fence like a back board and it the ball went toppling in the other direction, the dog following haphazardly. She wantched as he finally caught it in his mouth.

Posted By Amy On 09.03.2008 @ 6:30 pm

Just throw it all away and do what I want. Wouldn’t that be grand? Of course, life doesn’t work like that. It’s all work and little play. I wish I could throw caution to the wind and just play, play, play.

Posted By Amy On 09.03.2008 @ 8:08 am

I wiped my mouth delicately with my napkin. I was sitting at a ten foot long glass table and I’d just eaten an exquisite dinner. I picked up my glass and my chains clinked against the arms of the chair when I set my glass down. “So…” I said, my voice echoing around the huge hall, “Who are you and why am I here?” “Well, I could answer your question…” said my mysterious captor, hidden in the shadows, “Or I could just shoot you.” With one swift movement, he pulled up a crossbow and shot it at me. I had next to no time to move and I felt the sharp pain of the arrow spearing my flesh. As I blacked out, his face bent over me and I was shocked at the face I saw.

Posted By Amy On 06.17.2008 @ 8:04 am

I was sitting in a huge meadow in a white summer dress with Jack. He was just watching me as I plucked daisies from the ground and made a chain. He suddenly said “…you’re beautiful, you know that?” I blushed and grinned at him. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself” I was laughing as we rolled in the long grass and kissed, hoping we could be together forever.

Posted By Amy On 06.14.2008 @ 10:51 am

He loves me, He loves me not, …does he love me? Or anyone for that matter… I rememeber picking daisies for Mom when I was younger. Now, I watch my sister’s kids pick them for all of us. What are the yellow daisies with the purplish innards called? Black eye susan’s?

Posted By amy On 06.12.2008 @ 11:12 am

The fog rolls in. I see the fluttering sail of a ship–or is it a ghost? The water slaps the hull. Is that a mermaid’s tail? Moonlight casts it all in eerie light effects. Is this safe? A safe harbor? or a haunted house full of ghostly ships?

Posted By Amy On 06.05.2008 @ 6:26 am

well width makes me thing of school because of geometry. It also makes me think of FCAT because they always give you a ruler for it, and usually ask width questions.

Posted By Amy On 05.31.2008 @ 10:19 am

I don’t how wide it is. Is it wider than I think it is? Is it too wide? Will I fall?

I have to be smarter than the gap. I can beat it. It can’t be too wide. Not for me. Maybe for you. But you’re afraid. Again.

Posted By Amy On 05.31.2008 @ 8:32 am

I don;t know why my mind won’t let me love again. It must be discipline for all of the bad things I’ve ever done. Karma, right? When I thought this I just couldn’t help but wish that I had Will with me right now. Just to hold in my arms and love eternally. And I desperately hoped, with all of my heart, that he wanted the same thing. Why wouldn’t he? Hadn’t I loved him enough? What is WRONG with me?!

Posted By Amy On 05.29.2008 @ 11:48 am

Too few many who hear the whistling of the birds at night, knows the motives they have to distract you while they steal the food upon your dinner plate. May those birds rest in peace however… Extinction happened to them, by one man who hunted the sky for these birds.

Posted By Amy On 05.29.2008 @ 2:08 am

few of the men understood how the nylons scratched

few of the women understood how the jockstraps burned

few of the ladies understood how the women wanted something better

few of the gentlemen understood how the men’s backs hurt all night in bed

Posted By amy On 05.28.2008 @ 10:42 am

I walked down the aisle of the supermarket with my trolley half-full. I reached for the last box of Cheerios – exactly the same time as the man next to me. I blushed and said “You take them…” He said “No no, madam. I can have Frosties.” I looked into his eyes and we connected. For the first time in nine years, I felt at peace and truly happy. The feeling of true love.

Posted By Amy On 05.27.2008 @ 10:47 am

I went down the aisle of the school bus to take a seat. The next the thing I knew the big bully came up towards me and told me I was in his seat. I did not know what to t do so I went back up the aisle. An aisle ia a walkway. Thw aisle was black and muddy from the children’s footprints.

Posted By Amy On 05.27.2008 @ 10:42 am

Pearl and I were free. And on the plus side, Mark was in jail for kidnapping us. I picked up Pearl and swung her around and she squealed with delight. I put her down and kissed her forehead. “I told you everything would be alright…” I said to her “I knew you were right, Mummy!” she giggled. I smiled at her, and inwardly sighed because I knew she’d never know her true father.

Posted By Amy On 05.26.2008 @ 4:25 am

Pearl and I were divided. All I could see was her adorable little face with tears streaming down it, slowly getting masked out by the water. I was in a car, and I was sinking down to the bottom of the lake. Slowly going down, I prayed that I could get out of this and see my little girl one more time.

Posted By Amy On 05.23.2008 @ 10:16 am

the cycle of life, of love, of the moon around the sun, of the waves back and forth. The turning of wheels, the relationship of entities . The cycle of life, of birth, of death, folding into each other like beaten rain clouds.

Posted By Amy On 05.23.2008 @ 4:58 am

It’s last year in the summer. I’m cycling down to the local restaurant to meet Mark. Oh how I’m in love! I’m singing on the bike. Passing people cars look at me strangely, but I don’t care. Because I have him. I get to the restaurant and sit down at a table, waiting for him. He turns up after fifteen minutes, takes a deep breath and says “…I’m the one who killed your father” I wake up drenched in a cold sweat.

Posted By Amy On 05.22.2008 @ 11:06 am

THe fabric was soft to touch, It was surrounding me, plush velvet and I could barely see a thing. I rapidly felt around me. I was in a box! I got scared – stuck in small spaces is a fear of anyone’s. It was then I calmed down and remembered what happened – Mark had knocked me unconcious. I hit the lid as hard as I could and screamed. There were voices outside saying “What’s going on?” All of a sudden I burst out of the coffin and was staring at the shocked faces of people I loved and a very confused vicar.

Posted By Amy On 05.20.2008 @ 10:49 am

The circus was funny. My little Pearl was entertained thoroughly – she enjoyed it so much! She was bouncing up and down in her seat and squealing at the marvelous sights. I stroked her head softly when she was scared by the ferocious animals. When I did, I couldn’t help be reminded by her soft, curly, red hair that her father was one I hated so, and what he’d done to me that in that dark and dank dungeon those years ago. It horrified and sickened me to think of it, yet it popped into my mind like some sort of demonic pop-up book. All I could remember was the pain, and his face triumphant staring into my eyes as he punished me in the worst possible way.

Posted By Amy On 05.17.2008 @ 12:57 pm

As the insect emerged from her chrysalis, she spread her golden wings and erupted into space. As she departed, her former nest shattered and became a pile of dust.

Posted By Amy On 07.09.2008 @ 9:46 am

He was in stable condition. under the influence of drugs, I had stabbed the only man I’ve loved truly and now he was lying on the bed with his eyes shut. As I stood there I just wished that I would be able to see the beautiful periwinkle blue again.

Posted By Amy On 07.02.2008 @ 9:02 am

I suddenly whipped around to my left and Mark was standing there. “What are you doing here?” I whispered “The same thing you are, Emilia” he said in a husky voice (the voice I had fallen in love with), “I’m here for the Jewel of Blue Babylon” I took a sharp intake of breath – how in the HELL did he know about that jewel?! “Well, shame for you, Mark!” I laughed, “I’ve already got it! And it’s with my accomplices – safe and sound!” “Well, that’s shame…for you…” he said menacingly. With one swift hand movement, he pulled out a shuriken and flicked it towards me. I had five seconds left to live and all I could think was how pretty Mark’s eyes were.

Posted By Amy On 05.10.2008 @ 12:35 pm

the soothing sound of her voice nearly put her to sleep, but she knew there was much more to do and much farther to go. Still, she needed a rest, she needed to be soothed. It has been a long war and a long time since she had had any kind of leave. Ironic, how she could even know that the one to soothe her best was her sworn eneemy. They were both supposed to be enemies, but after a while, they found that neither one had the heart for it. Too many bodies, decomposing in the heat, too many moans of the injured to worry about who was the enemy. For now, they were partners, struggling to save any living being they could, and it was an excercise not of futility but of home. Now she knew why the soothing was so necessary..it was her way of giving hope to her..she only wished she had sometime to give back, so she continued to bandage the wounded, and periodically give a drink of water to whoever asked for it. She still wish she had her enemy’s skill of soothing with just a harmonic word..not really a song..but not really prose either. There was no telling what the day would bring, but both women were praying for no more bloodshed.

Posted By Amy On 04.29.2008 @ 10:03 am

relax, good, ulgy word, fat, calm, smoke, meeee, coffe, grandma, zoran, work, fucking job, driveing

Posted By Amy On 04.24.2008 @ 7:57 am

i love to go rock climbing. At first I was terrified, but then I began to embrace the anxiety as a form of release. I became braver. I climbed higher. I took bigger steps. And I trusted my belayer. When I got to the top, it was like euphoria.

Posted By Amy On 04.22.2008 @ 9:22 am