Entries By Colette
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The Christmas season doesn’t feel the same in Florida. I always associated Christmas and festivities with snow, and Florida has none of it. It’s as humid and hot as ever, and I feel no Christmas cheer. That, or I’m seventeen and cynicism has damaged me permanently.Posted By Colette On 12.20.2012 @ 2:59 pm
there are little messages sent from one phone to the other generally with questions and is the new way to keep up with your friends and family easier and less invasive than a phone call…. another meaning could be a piece of literature or something like that. it has five letters one vowel.Posted By Colette On 08.10.2012 @ 5:27 pm
Scribbled on paper, whispered in my ear. Grinning as I comprehend the content. This knowledge, true or not, may cause more problems than any tortured and war-ridden country’s army. This one thought, true or not, lying so daintily in my lap could help me so much….What shall I do with it? What kind of person do I want to be?…Posted By Colette On 08.03.2012 @ 2:04 pm
Click. Captured a moment, so true and real. So unlike any moment that has passed before. A face, smiling. So innocent. So young. Unknowing of the future, of the hardships ahead. Smiling and laughing, as if nothing matters. A life tortured by fate, still smiling, smiling for this moment.Posted By Colette On 08.02.2012 @ 10:47 pm
The idea of it just hit me in an instance, “Why am I even going to this thing?” I had never met Mr. Thomas before the day before last, and here I am foing to his funeral? It seemed a little silly to me, what was I supposed to do when his snuffy, wrinkly relatives stood around blowing into their hankerchiefs, tell knock-knock jokes?Posted By colette On 06.11.2011 @ 7:25 pm
Funerals always seem unforgivingly pathetic to me. Why would you bother standing around with your awkward relative to cry about someone that people were just waiting to die anyway. While fake-ass preists stand around while waving cancer causing incents and talk about the lives of people they’ve never even spoken to.Posted By colette On 06.11.2011 @ 7:22 pm
On the corner of my bed I could see him looking up at me, his steel eyes tryin to whisper words that his mouth could not form. I only wish I knew his language. I don’t know how to speak silently, letting words roll off of my eyelids like dew instead of letting sharp, metallic sounds escape from my mouth. He move his hands deftly, spelling out another language I didn’t understand. I could barely perceive what he was saying, but somehow I knew: “If only.”Posted By Colette On 06.08.2011 @ 1:09 pm
So first I think about Law and Order, which is a show that my parents really like to watch. We always used to watch it during dinner when I lived at home. Now they watch it without me. That’s okay too. It recently was taken off the air. Now we’re both gone from their lives. I wonder what they’ll do?Posted By Colette On 07.07.2010 @ 8:18 pm
Walking down a path, you are guided by a light. The light seems to spring from the leaves of the trees. You can search for the source, but never find it. Along the path you find that you are peaceful and calm, all because of being guided by this light. You do not feel alone, but feel calm and thoughtful…as if the light guiding you were your friend.Posted By Colette On 09.18.2009 @ 9:55 am
I like to be surrounded by Josh’s arms when I sleep. Overall, he’s the kind of person who just surrounds you when you’re with him no matter what, and I love that.
It’s like music, you can’t see it, but you know it’s there, and all of you is part of it. And I feel safe and wonderful and beautiful, and I can only hope that any part of me surrounds him the same way too.
Oddly enough, surround also makes me think of surround sound. Hahaha.Posted By Colette On 07.04.2009 @ 8:47 am
i was suspended from school that day. I never meant to do it, it just happened. that’s what you get for having friends with certain reputations, guilty by association. but I’m willing to take it, it was my idea after all. the principals eyes were cold and harsh as they stared into my brain. Mom would be upset but i’m willing to risk it.Posted By Colette On 11.19.2008 @ 11:07 pm
I wrote my bicycle a long, long time ago. Once, I was riding it at the beach with my cousin, and as I called something out to him (he was just slightly ahead of me) he turned at the worst possible time. I accelerated, stupidly, without reason, without thought, only later to realize that I was crashing into him, that I was flying through the air.Posted By colette On 05.23.2008 @ 7:27 am