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bear
The bear wandered through the street, unaware of the panic it was causing. As it made its way down Mainstreet, people disappeared into stores from the sidewalk.
Posted By emily On 07.08.2010 @ 4:16 pm
order
ORDER. IT’S COLD. IT’S HARSH. IT’S REALITY. IT’F LIFE. WHAT WOULD A COUNTRY BE WITHOUT ORDER OR SOME SORT OF SYSTEM. ITS EVERYWHERE, THE WAY THAT WE USE A CLOCK TO ORIENTATE OURSELVES, THE BUSES, THE TRAINS, THE STREETS, THE WAY THAT WE HAVE A NEED TO USE IT EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Posted By emily On 07.08.2010 @ 10:17 am
mud
sticks to my shoes when i trudge through it. splashes at my legs in my neighbors grassy yards. messy, but also soothing.
Posted By Emily On 07.04.2010 @ 3:12 pm
salute
The trio looked at each other, stepping forward anxiously before Sam took a step back. Both turned to face her.
“Guys, this could be bad.” “It already was bad. It’s just going to get worse.” They all gave a one armed salute and marched forward.
“Oh, we’re off to see the demon lord trying to light us on fire…” Aly chimed, linking her arm with Sam and Chase. “The wonderful demon of Oz…” Chase finished with a lopsided grin.
Posted By Emily On 07.01.2010 @ 6:51 pm
carve
I don’t need to think about this. It comes naturally – the deep grooves of the wood, the scent of smoke and metal as I carve the long, slender bow of wood. It’s a familiar habit, one that I had abandoned long ago for the city life. Now that I’m back, I’m back for good. It’s so quiet, compared to the city hubbub – but I love it all the same.
Posted By Emily On 06.29.2010 @ 10:28 pm
carve. an imprint. people carve imprints into you. peoples words can carve a long lasting imprint that stings, and tears them apart. try to carve good thoughts in people. the deeper the carve, the more it becomes shown and seen. so carve good thoughts, so people can show the good things about them rather than the bad.
Posted By emily On 06.29.2010 @ 12:47 pm
beach
I ove the beach. I worry about the beaches along the gulf right now and how the oil is destroying it. I have some of my most fond childhood memories at the beach. It makes me sad that my children
Posted By Emily On 06.24.2010 @ 10:05 am
Why did she have to bring me here. Those waves, children, crabs. She could get caught in a dune and you know I can’t save her. I won’t save her. I mean, if I could, then sure I’d try. Of course I’d try! What kind of person do you take me for? But I can’t go out there. Why would I even waste the effort?
Posted By Emily On 06.23.2010 @ 12:37 pm
tide
The water coming onto the shore at sunset. Cleaning the clothes with a big bottle of tide. Sometimes I want to spell bottle boddle but I don’t because then it would be spelled wrong. I wish I could spell better but I’m not perfect
Posted By Emily On 06.23.2010 @ 10:47 am
The tide grasps at my body On my dress hems Like so many hands it pulls While I oblige and sink Shattered shells skim across reddened knees
Posted By Emily On 06.23.2010 @ 9:12 am
The tide swept across her feet with cold pulses, sucking her body deeper into the wet sand, studded with broken shells and sharp rocks. She knew that he was behind her but she could not look at him.
Posted By Emily On 06.23.2010 @ 9:10 am
The ocean is blue and the tide is high. The swell and smell of the bitter salt waft through the open air into my nose, and I am filled with the sense of home. Never will I find this anywhere else but here, where I belong.
Posted By Emily On 06.22.2010 @ 9:50 pm
As tides come and go they take with them thoughts and ideas, the debris of generations are washed away. sometimes lost sometimes only relocated.
Posted By Emily On 06.22.2010 @ 8:23 pm
the waves were beautiful as Rochelle saw the blue. she couldn’t remember why she’d wanted to jump off the pier, all she saw was the beauty. then, she thought, “life goes on. it has to.”
Posted By emily On 06.22.2010 @ 11:52 am
bleach
The only thing that reminds me of bleach is Brett. He’s the one who first told me, in Spanish class, “A quart of bleach is safer than a pint. Your body won’t reject the pint.” Never forgot it. Richard, too. He always sang, “Momma’s got the magic of, Borox!” Instead of Clorox. But I never knew what Borox was.
Posted By Emily On 06.21.2010 @ 10:27 pm
i want to bleach my hair but i think it would probably look really ugly and my hair would probably fall out because of all of the damage i’ve already done to it trying to make myself feel prettier! ! ! ! ! !
Posted By emily On 06.21.2010 @ 7:40 pm
One time I bleached a blue shirt and it ended up turning the color of puke. Guess I don’t fool around with bleach anymore…
Posted By Emily On 06.21.2010 @ 4:04 pm
waltz
waltz waltz chickens dance with their heads cut off a dance for the aristocratic few we all look stupid in big, fluffy dresses
Posted By Emily On 06.21.2010 @ 11:04 am
They waltzed through the house, not caring who saw. They waltzed through the garden, above them all. They waltzed through the sky, above the stars, above all cares, and waltzed till the end of time. They were in each others arms for an eternity.
Posted By Emily On 06.21.2010 @ 6:43 am
waltzing is a dance that i don’t know how to do. it reminds me of my grandpa that i never met becaust it has walt in the beginning. waltzing would be a fun romantic dance. hmm. i’m at a loss. the end.
Posted By Emily On 06.20.2010 @ 1:09 pm
without
without love the world would stop turning because we would have no reason to live. without knowledge we would cease to exist. without a lot of things, we would go without. if we are constantly thinking about with out we wont be able to focus on the with, and life would be pointless. without you. without me. without. is not good.
Posted By Emily On 06.19.2010 @ 11:48 am
lately there have been more things that i have to do without. money is tight, and what little we have goes all to the same place. i’m having to learn to limit my desires and stop being so selfish…training myself to be less worried about my own wants is more difficult than i’d expect. it’s all about me, whether or not i want it that way.
Posted By Emily On 06.18.2010 @ 12:47 pm
leap
I leap from one tree to the next, from one idea to the next and will continue leaping as long as I live. For steps are for those who have no faith in their god and in themselves. I leap because I can, not because I have to. I leap because it’s graceful, and makes a splash on a rainy day.
Posted By Emily On 06.17.2010 @ 7:00 pm
Sometimes i wished i could leap without falling… because falling isn’t scary; it’s actually a quite pleasant feeling. It’s hitting the ground that hurts.
Posted By Emily On 06.17.2010 @ 5:43 pm
I just want to leap into the air and scream with joy. I have no idea why, it just seems like a good plan. With that leap I get my last chance for air, my last chance to be happy again.
Posted By Emily On 06.17.2010 @ 5:26 pm
matching
Matching. I rarely wear matching socks. If I could find them, I would, but I’m just far too scattered to find matching ones. I just end up going for the most comfy two I can find.
Posted By Emily On 06.17.2010 @ 7:26 am
Her shirt was green, but her pants were some green color that didnt quite match. Her roommate gave her hell for the thousandth time for not matching.
Posted By Emily On 06.16.2010 @ 10:00 pm
They had matching tattoos–not exact, but in theme. “Aces” MacMullen and “Hearts” Heartigan. On their tricep, a heart and an ace. They were brothers, maybe not by blood, but by ink.
Posted By Emily On 06.16.2010 @ 6:32 pm
I work so hard To plan an outfit And yet, so far No one’s noticed.
Posted By emily On 06.16.2010 @ 4:02 pm
