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I sat in the lonely cafe, waiting for something to catch my eye. I knew that there was something special here. I knew I was looking for something, I just had no idea of what.

Posted By Carissa On 04.22.2013 @ 5:12 pm

It is the medal that I would probably get if I was in the Olympics. The metals I always got when I was playing sports. It is the promise of victory, with the tinge of defeat. It is what I think the penny is, but isn’t. It’s copper.

Posted By carissa On 03.28.2013 @ 11:50 pm

rise and fall. sometimes we rise above our weakness and other times we just fall. fall and crash to the ground with no sense of what reality is.

Posted By carissa On 11.29.2012 @ 3:04 pm

the past can scar anyone. your best friend, your other best friend, the people you love. i wish the past didn’t scar anyone. can’t we just make the past the past,and focus on the present?not even the future, the present. if we could all let go of the past i’m sure all of our heads would be more clear. my head would be more clear, i would be happier if others let go of the past.

Posted By carissa On 11.28.2012 @ 7:03 pm

Gone. What comes to mind when you hear this word? Sadness of a lost one, happiness of trials evaporating. Gone has many meanings. I guess it all depends on the person, and their situations. Just like everything else, don’t judge, don’t regret, just live.

Posted By Carissa On 10.12.2012 @ 6:09 pm

These walls confine, my mind wanders past as it drifts into the space beyond. I come back and I realize I am just stuck between these walls. I search for the door to find the beyond.

Posted By Carissa On 10.04.2012 @ 5:05 pm

Leaves rustle. The trees sigh. I am hearing these things on a rainy summer night in July.

Posted By Carissa On 05.04.2012 @ 6:58 am

Together. A word that everyone strives for in their lives. They reach for the possibility to be ‘together’ with another person. But what if you can’t be? What if you are separate from everyone around you? How do we get there? How do we go from being ‘separate’ to ‘together’?

Posted By Carissa On 05.03.2012 @ 10:38 am

We live separately now. Not divorced, never that, but living separate lives. The cats handled it well, no problems although they undoubtedly missed each other. Sometimes Fluff cried at night and Purr often sat in Fluff’s old spot on the sofa, his tail curled around his nose. Sometimes I dream of him, my husband, and miss him.

Posted By Carissa On 05.01.2012 @ 1:07 pm

Ah, these hallowed halls. Filled with dark forboding. Entryways that meld into the darkness, rugs scuffed with age and lack of care. Yet still a light glows at the end where a candle constantly burns, always refreshed by a faithful servant. A simple cross on the wall is reflected in the light of that candle. So glorious and pristine in the darkness, a shining beacon. The contents of the rooms don’t matter in the context of that cross at the end of that hallway, glimmering in the light.

Posted By Carissa On 04.30.2012 @ 1:50 pm

when i think profesesional i think dudes in suits making lots of money, like success. then i question what success is.. i think it changes in different people’s perceptions.. your success is what you’re trying to reach in life, if you reach it, you succeed

Posted By carissa On 03.05.2012 @ 8:50 pm

A place where bees live in with their queen bee. It’s dangerous. A habitat. Found on trees. Orange in colour (?) There are lots of honeycomb in it.

Posted By Carissa On 01.26.2012 @ 4:56 am

The man who was at his desk was just wondering, how preoccupied could he get? He looked around, searching desperately for something to do, but could find nothing. It was a sad state of affairs, but alas, there was nothing to do. So he went and left the company forever.

Posted By Carissa On 09.24.2011 @ 11:37 pm

i missed my chance to be who i wanted to be and to do what i wanted to do. how can i stop myself from missing my chance again and again. i wanna live my dream but do i have time left to get to it? or did that time pass and now i have to move on…that is the question

Posted By carissa On 08.19.2011 @ 2:37 pm

He lifted the box off of the ground. He could feel his spine straining under the weight. “Lift with your legs.” He always heard. Now he realized why. Never had he worked so hard to do such a simple task. After the end of the action, he felt 100 years older, like an old man who could only bear to lift his own body every day, when the sun rises and the loon calls out to him to awaken.

Posted By Carissa On 07.04.2011 @ 2:03 pm

I predict that one day we will all be able to understand each other and get along. It would be a wonderful world if one day this came true. I want to help us get there.

Posted By Carissa On 06.20.2011 @ 6:15 pm

The times I shall never forget, the minutes, hours, seconds, and days that are etched into my memory. Some are good others bad, some are with people I will never see again and hardly know.Others are with the people I love the most and never want to live without.

Posted By Carissa On 05.30.2011 @ 5:11 pm

does it always give you “despair”?

Posted By carissa On 05.28.2011 @ 5:33 pm

sadness frown unhappy hope be free of

Posted By carissa On 05.28.2011 @ 5:31 pm

I found myself at an intersection in my life. I was ready to drive across but my car whined and went no further. “DAMN!” I cursed, pressing my foot down on the petal as hard as it would go. That was it, I would be stuck on this side forever. I would never see my life beyond.

Posted By Carissa On 04.25.2011 @ 5:40 pm

the most hysterical things in life are those moments where you can be yourself with the one person you love the most and you can both be complete dorks and just laugh at each other for it. Genuinely laugh at the random stupid things that you wish you could just save forever.

Posted By carissa On 04.14.2011 @ 5:15 pm

It had been awhile since we had stared at the galaxy. We both sat on the roof, right outside of her window, and stared at the stars. They longer we stared the closer the galaxy seemed to appear. The moon became part of our night; we were a trio romancing with the stars. It seemed as though time had stopped, yet I knew this night would end, I knew we would never go back to how things were.

Posted By Carissa On 04.02.2011 @ 5:10 pm

Classic is a tricky word. Many things are thought of as being classic that shouldn’t really be classified as such. The past is the past. We all think too much.

Posted By Carissa On 03.27.2011 @ 10:09 am

Walking down the street. Hearing the tap, tap, tap of someones heels on the marble floor. I look to see who it is. A beautiful, confident woman walking the line. I want to be like her, I think to myself.

Posted By Carissa On 03.15.2011 @ 11:25 pm

i like my fruits a delectable orange. i like juicy juicy mangos. i don’t like girls with short blonde hair. i love moving mountains. i like mangos

Posted By carissa On 02.22.2011 @ 9:25 pm

We had to rev up the car to clear the people in front of us holding molotov cocktails. They weren’t moving. And really, truly, I understand. I would be pissed.

But can’t I just live my goddamned life in peace? Let me live out the misery of riches.

Posted By Carissa On 02.11.2011 @ 12:26 am

wake me up. i dont think so. how rude you are. ruining my best of dreams. the worst part of the morning. you’re not my friend. but you must accompany me. cuz i got shit to do. thanks though..

Posted By Carissa On 02.07.2011 @ 1:45 pm

Sighing in frustrating, I bang the printer hard with my fist. “C’mon,” I mutter through my teeth. “Just one more copy. One more!” The printer winds up a deep breath and then sputters out. Dead, a blank piece of paper falls out of the tray to the floor. “Crap.”

Posted By Carissa On 01.30.2011 @ 11:24 am

Meat like animals and fish and stuff, lean is being skinny and toned and lean rhymes with mean. Being mean is no fun, just like eating tons is mean because you’re no longer lean and if you aren’t lean, you’re sad because then you get down on yourself for being not lean. And when you think about it, we aren’t perfect so why should we put extra stress on ourselves to be perfect when we can skip all the drama and be lean. Be lean.

Posted By Carissa On 01.29.2011 @ 10:22 pm

Hot. Playful. Sunny. Carefree times that we all love to have. No school, all about friends. Perfect weather, perfect life. Everything is good. Everyone looks forward to this time of year, and gripes when it’s over. Don’t they know it’ll be back in three seasons? It’s a good time for all to have, and I love summer. Enough is enough though, sometimes. You know?

Posted By Carissa On 01.13.2011 @ 10:04 pm