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His collar was blue, the same color as his eyes. She had red lips, redder than any he had ever seen. They matched together, the colors contrasting in a lovely explosion. When they kissed, they had the same reaction. Fire and ice, the both of them.

Posted By Chloe On 01.27.2012 @ 8:54 am

Solitaire is a game you play when you’re bored….Hi Kalianna :)))

Posted By chloe On 11.18.2011 @ 6:23 am

Left like on the left…………..ps i hate taylor roy

Posted By chloe On 11.16.2011 @ 6:41 am

Art. Weird. Different. Cool.

Polka dots and stripes; pictures that look like they are upside down when in reality, they are not.

Or, the beginning of an essay. Abstract. What will you write about?

Posted By Chloe On 11.14.2011 @ 8:09 am

Icicles taste sweet when you eat the ones growing from like, cut off tree branches, because the sap drips into them, and freezes. Mmmmm. I love winter. I love hot chocolate too. Um and I guess now I’m just writing random nothings.

Posted By Chloe On 11.12.2011 @ 11:40 am

i don’t know what it means but I LOVE BRITTANY WHITE!!!!!!!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wooooo PATENTPATENTPATENT

Posted By Chloe On 11.09.2011 @ 6:33 am

The tires screeched as I pulled away from the remnants of our life together. I’m so exhausted, is all. All your lies, and your synical words falling from your lips like turpentine. And the bruises that litter my arms and my mind because of your poor decisions. I always claimed that I was stronger then you made me become. I was wrong.

Posted By Chloe On 11.05.2011 @ 1:43 pm

when it is raining there can be a downpour of water. this will consist of a heavy sky which breaks and causes lots of rain to fall. usully these are large drops of water and

Posted By chloe On 11.05.2011 @ 8:38 am

i thought about an epiphany once that life didnt really matter, that the journey was long and hard and had no other way but inner light. i believe in faith and what the world wants. i can see clearly what it needs and what it doesnt get, im drowing in a world not made for the young.

Posted By Chloé On 11.01.2011 @ 10:52 pm

A shephard is a dog right? I love dogs. I have a little one, named Diezel. He’s the greatest little guy in the world; he should be turning 9 soon. He got attacked by two big golden retrievers the other day, didn’t know what would happen but he was bleeding a lot. From now on I love him to death because I never know when I’m going to loose him.

Posted By Chloe On 10.25.2011 @ 3:51 pm

It’s a feeling of clarity all of a sudden. I leave a dream, or was it a nightmare? Anyway, I’ve lost a feeling that I liked. But I feel okay. It’s not that bad. Maybe I didn’t need you in my life after all. I just didn’t want it to be shown to me this way.

Posted By Chloë On 10.24.2011 @ 7:57 am

There was a brisk moment in when I heard his voice, calling. He desperately wanted me back. He knew I was awakening, or “dying,” as he would call it. I had finally found a chance to escape. I was free.

Posted By Chloe On 10.23.2011 @ 6:43 pm

Castle is my heart, my home. Guarded by the many layers of bricks I spent years building. You may be able to get past the moat but the drawbridge is closing and the many flaming arrows raining down will get you in the end. I cannot let you tear down my castle. It’s the only thing keeping me alive.

Posted By Chloe On 10.20.2011 @ 8:45 am

Plants growing long and strong, they prosper. The man growing wealthy and powerful, he prospers. The Bear staying warm with her cubs, she prospers. The art is drenched with color, it prospers.

Posted By Chloe On 10.08.2011 @ 8:16 am

the edge of a cliff is a scary place to be. a gust of wind could take you over at any second. but you feel free as a bird up there. like you could fly.

Posted By chloe On 10.02.2011 @ 6:04 pm

im on the edge, the edge of darkness, the edge of sanity, the edge of existance. i edging away from all those i love and all that i believe. my brain tells me to stay, come back, receed from the edge,

Posted By chloe On 10.02.2011 @ 2:21 pm

hair hair you braid hair cross country practice he was braiding her hair long hair running hair braid braiding your hair makes you more aerodynamic when you run braiding hair makes it wavy and pretty

Posted By chloe On 10.01.2011 @ 10:37 pm

the dense fabric tucked under my skin, as he softly pulled it out from under me. i felt like i was floating, above the wold. was this the first time i would experience love. passion.

Posted By Chloe On 09.29.2011 @ 7:58 am

this automatically makes me think about being pressed for time or pressing a shirt that is wrinkled.

or maybe someone pressing a handprint onto something.

Posted By Chloe On 09.25.2011 @ 7:53 pm

I sit on a couch to watch t.v. I watch hannah montana. sometimes i fall alseep on my couch. My couch is green. It is broken. I have a couch in my basement. My basement just got redone. It is beautiful.The couch in my basement is black.

Posted By Chloe On 09.21.2011 @ 1:00 pm

im sinking in the depths of despair. Like quick sand sucking out my soul. I can turn no where but to my self. When I look I see nothing but my life in water. Dead, nor alive.

Posted By Chloe On 08.23.2011 @ 8:51 am

Falling. Dropping. Missing. Wanting. Without…being. Waiting. Wishing. Wanting. Missing. Waiting. Grasping. Needing. Missing.

Posted By Chloe On 08.22.2011 @ 8:23 pm

It reminds me of depression, sinking into the sadness that keeps you and holds you there for months, years. Feeling the sadness sinking into you, every part of you. Sinking into your dreams so you don’t even want to sleep. Which was once your only escape.

Posted By Chloe On 08.22.2011 @ 3:05 pm

the tree was sinking low into the ground. everyone around couldn’t figure out why? the reason is because her feelings were sinking in for you and you became frightened so you lowered yourself into the ground. People don’t think like this but as a writer i have to come to an agreement of skills that i enjoy using.

Posted By Chloe On 08.22.2011 @ 11:48 am

Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name. I have not yet known the taste of your kiss or your fingertips on my back. Where we could have rushed through all of that instead of the seven long years it took to actually come to terms with who we are. Together. Transport me to a place where I no longer know your name.

Posted By Chloe On 08.20.2011 @ 10:50 pm

constantly going, swirling through my mind. its like a battle almost, very maddening but wouldnt trade it for the world. it keeps me creative, it keeps me thinking, it keeps me constantly at a pace with my thoughts. i want more. i want to learn,. i want to discover. i feel it always. i feel almost different, because its always there

Posted By chloe On 08.17.2011 @ 1:47 am

Thread is simple. It binds, without consequences and unconditionally. It doesn’t talk about you behind your back or kick you out when you get pregnant. Thread can hold things together better than any family ties, she decides, making another stitch and turning up the Mexican folk blasting from her small cheap stereo.

Posted By Chloe On 08.15.2011 @ 10:47 pm

jail time. spanking. silent treatment. shmunishment. no one likes to be punished… duh.

Posted By chloe On 08.14.2011 @ 10:10 pm

She abhorred the punishments. Her rebellious, teenage streak simply did not exisit. She wasted her whole youth in fear of society and it’s punishments. What a waste.

Posted By Chloe On 08.14.2011 @ 7:43 pm

Discovering new places inside our own minds. Discovering places in our own backyards. They claim space is the last frontier: the last place to discover. Do they realize all they’d discover, all they’re missing, if they just looked around?

Posted By Chloe On 08.12.2011 @ 1:25 pm