Entries By Amy
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thorns
Mr. Goodman’s yard was the prettiest on the block. Bless that old man’s heart. He gave me the time of day when no one else would. I would sit and talk about God knows what. I would hang out with him for afternoons.
Posted By Amy On 01.05.2012 @ 10:42 am
trunk
“Quickly! Into the van!” shouted a man with greasy dark hair to his partner. The two leapt inside, banging elbows and quickly started the car. Screams could be heard from the back as the girl they just wrongfully kidnapped pounded against trunk.
Posted By Amy On 01.03.2012 @ 12:10 pm
I have junk in my trunk. That sounds bad. Maybe I should say that my trunk has widened over the years. That is better. It sits is able to sit and help balance myself so I can hold the kids, my husbands head on my lap, and groceries bags when we run out of room in the car.
Posted By Amy On 01.03.2012 @ 11:17 am
glimmer
Once I glimmered in your eyes and once I shimmered in your love/hatred glaze. And once I made you shiver. And then you made me quiver. And then again you made me cry. I wanted to reach for you. Again again again. Instead I feel for a stand in. And ache for you in ways I no longer understand. You’ll never fill the empty shoes next to my bed. But neither does the guy in my bed.
Posted By Amy On 01.01.2012 @ 11:53 pm
clamp
fireplace
I don’t understand. I love him, he loves me. What’s the problem? I hate him. He uses me. He touches me. I ove him. The way he holds me. The way he looks at me.
I hate her.
Posted By Amy On 12.23.2011 @ 10:30 pm
deserve
museum
The place I want to visit pretty much every day. Peaceful and interesting.
Posted By Amy On 11.27.2011 @ 7:42 am
president
President, the leader o four nation. Does he represent leadership, poise, and prestige. Or a distorted political agenda? What do you see when you look at him, maybe that tells you a little about yourself?
Posted By Amy On 11.25.2011 @ 7:45 pm
positively
“I’m positively thrilled!” Mrs. Jennings chimed. She was always happy on mondays, everyone hated it. We would be half awake, slouched down in her class barely paying attention, and she’d start nearly screaming about how amazing Robert Frost was or how symbolic Lewis Carrol’s stories were.
Posted By Amy On 11.10.2011 @ 12:45 pm
autumn
The leaves turned, like poison in the ground causing them to die and lose their mirth and catch to the wind. The soil turned, a hard mass littered with dry leaves that have been poisoned by the seasons. The water grows cold while nothing else grows at all and the chill in the air reaches the bones. Autumn has come. The wolves are circling the dying. And we are all falling like the leaves.
Posted By Amy On 11.07.2011 @ 2:26 pm
combination
Combination reminds me of two seperate things coming together and contributing each factors from their side to create something new.
Posted By Amy On 11.04.2011 @ 7:39 am
One plus one equals two. Not really a combination, more an equation. Combination would be better described as chocolate and peanut butter. I’m really not a peanut butter fan in desert, so I’d be a bigger fan of Carmel and vanilla ice cream.
Posted By Amy On 11.03.2011 @ 3:37 pm
epiphany
I have no idea what this word means. I know Greek and Latin though, so I should know what it means. But I don’t. Wait. I’ve got it. I’ve had an epiphany. it means to discover, to realize, to think of spontaneously. To solve the problem. Greek and Latin are useful after all I suppose.
Posted By amy On 11.02.2011 @ 10:23 am
Something that makes you realise who you are, or who you want to be or who you can be. A revelation that changes the way you think, the way feel and even the way you see things. A miracle?
Posted By Amy On 11.01.2011 @ 11:52 am
sacrifice
I sacrifice for people that I love all of the time. Sometimes though, I don’t think that I sacrifice enough. I often do something because it is in the best interest of myself and often not others. This is selfish yes, but is life about sacrificing your happiness for the benefit of others or can there be a happy medium between making yourself happy and also showing that you care for others
Posted By amy On 10.29.2011 @ 3:46 pm
Sacrifice? What does that mean to some people? I mean Holocaust means sacrifice, but was it REALLY a sacrifice? It was more a massacre. I mean really, who was Hitler sacrificing to? No-one? I see. Sacrifice is to mean something, to appease someone else. Really, what do you think?
Posted By Amy On 10.29.2011 @ 1:39 pm
riots
Hmm. Riots. I think of my mom saying “He was a riot!” talking about someone fun or funny. I think of riots, like riots in the street with angry mobs yelling, breaking things, milling about in a myriad of colorful clothing
Posted By Amy On 10.28.2011 @ 1:57 pm
Riots can form between gangs or people. They can be used by fire or any other weapon. Riots are really violent.
Posted By amy On 10.28.2011 @ 1:43 pm
riots are the cooliest things they start out by be normally peaceful. I don’t know of too many that are violent to to actually begin with.
Posted By amy On 10.28.2011 @ 1:39 pm
Are happening now! OccupyEVERYTHING. Starting in New York–Central Park and spreading throughout the United States. People aren’t happy with our current government and they demand something be done about it!
Posted By Amy On 10.28.2011 @ 12:05 pm
still
Still is how she sat. Its how she talked, with words that rang out and silenced others, yet not out of wonder. She stilled fears and pangs, yet excitement as well. It was a still demeanor, attitude. And she never knew how to inspire.
Posted By Amy On 10.27.2011 @ 10:48 pm
artistry
Weaving the tapestry of life, will intertwined with destiny. Hope intertwined with fear. The beautiful artistry of the fates.
Posted By Amy On 10.27.2011 @ 8:06 am
shepherd
He is my good shepherd, always tending, always caring. I know His voice. I know Him. He cares for me, He leads me. Quiet waters, stillness quietness, me and Him. All that I need. He restores my soul. Green pastures, abundance are mine. Gentle hand of the shepherd, My shepherd, my good Shepherd.
Posted By Amy On 10.25.2011 @ 7:58 pm
radical
Crazy coincidence because my brother described me as radical when I was a baby and now radical is actually my middle name so thank you to my older brother for this. It’s excellent, one might even say, radical.
Posted By Amy On 10.22.2011 @ 2:11 am
Radical movements of people’s true views have shaped the world into what it really is today, if politicians and certain very radical citizens have not tried to change the world then the world would be a very ignorant place.
Posted By Amy On 10.21.2011 @ 8:28 pm
The 60s were the shit. Despite the fact that war was raging in much of South America, Cuba was about to blow our brains out, and The Beatles broke up. I still wish I lived back then though, cause those were radical times. And smoking pot was basically socially acceptable.
Posted By Amy On 10.21.2011 @ 12:53 pm
relate
WTF! She cried into her all to empty car. Her company was simply a loosely tossed purse on the passenger seat and an assortment of diet soda bottles on the backseat floor. She screamed into the emptiness. Her hands ran through her long red hair and spilled into the air. She wanted to shake her fist, punch and react. She was paralyzed. Her hands shook, trembled and she began to cry. Soft little sobs, like a puppy wounded. She never knew pain like this before and it stung in her veins, throbbed in her tembles and pierced her heart like one of those knives her mother kept on display in her picture perfect kitchen. What irony. That kitchen was never used. She grew up eating take out or meals fed by her friends mothers. They moved often enough that noone could notice noone was around to care for her, make sure she slept, ate and got to bed early. She clung to the family life of her outer circle and never exposed her tru life to anyone. She never knew what it meant to be a part of a family, the day to day activities that made you who you were and how one family member could relate to one another.
Posted By Amy On 10.20.2011 @ 7:19 pm
I feel like I can understand what it’s like to not know what you want to do in life, you know? Sometimes you just get so lost in school and friends and different organizations, and four years later, you look back and you realize that you didn’t really do anything for yourself. It’s painful to see that happen to so many people, and I don’t want that to happen to me. I hope that I’ve chosen the right thing, because I am SO scared of doing things wrong.
Posted By Amy On 10.20.2011 @ 5:44 pm
