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It’s sad when people have no credibility. As if their excuse is a disability. That they only use as a formality To get out of reality These presumptions are true despite nationality Gender, race or sexuality

Posted By Evie On 05.04.2013 @ 10:40 pm

Musical. Musical. If someone is musical they are somehow musically talented. You can go see a musical like matilda, which must i say is amazing- if you are reading this get off ya bum and buy tickets. and no i am not an actor for the show haha how i’ve got side tracked

Posted By evie On 01.23.2013 @ 11:46 am

Master. You can be a master of an apprentice. My brother is master Joseph, it is a title for men who are not married. I am the master of the universe. Lolol. Masters generally are powerfull and own thingsev

Posted By evie On 01.10.2013 @ 11:59 am

I feel the happiest when I’m with my friends. Riding around til late, running through the lake waters–too cold, but not cold enough. Feeling free and alive, the stars could not have been placed better.

Posted By Evie On 10.07.2012 @ 9:14 pm

Make one.

Posted By Evie On 07.26.2012 @ 10:26 pm

pirates and gangsters are the only things that seem to come to mine instinctively, like a handpicked family of sorts but slightly evil looking from an outsiders point of view.

Posted By Evie On 07.15.2012 @ 5:29 pm

convict. isn’t that an Akon song? I’ve always disliked his music. anyway, today has been a stressful day. and in a way, i feel like a convict in my life. I am always running away from it, but i really can’t escape. i’m trapped and I don’t know how to escape. I feel like I should stop the same routine of being disappointed in myself.

Posted By Evie On 06.01.2012 @ 4:34 pm

trying to find a job and a place to live when you aren’t in the said city for job/living is really difficult. especially when you have no money, and really no help from your family. I am stressed out. It’s such a hassle to pack when you also only have one suitcase/

Posted By evie On 05.31.2012 @ 6:55 pm

“This is such a dilemma” is one of my friend rowena’s favourite sayings. A dilemma is a situation where there is a problem involved which requires solving. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA lol I have a blooming dilemma every day of my life and I can’t even spell dillemma right!

Posted By Evie On 05.28.2012 @ 1:27 pm

An act that someone does for someone else, it is not true, for someone is afraid to do so himself. For the stunt itself in dangerous, the fearful man will make others do it so he wont have to get hurt himself. Living dangerously is below others, while for the ones that are not above the rush of a good time, live for the power of danger and wildness.

Posted By Evie On 05.27.2012 @ 8:26 am

it lights my first kiss. slightly awkward, yet sweet with anticipation. the warm glow on his face, the air still hot blowing all around me. the paper lantern above us.

Posted By evie On 03.01.2012 @ 4:09 pm

I’ve been given the gift of time, Time to be who I meant to be. Time to learn and grow and be me. Time to say I’m sorry and time to learn how to love myself as well as others. Time is the greatest gift that God has given us.

Posted By Evie On 07.02.2011 @ 12:48 pm

The montage of nature that appears in a back yard is as vast and complicared as the entire human experience. There are insects flora, perhaps some fauna, and millions of places for the young Faeries to hide. The small angels of the garden.

Posted By Evie On 05.31.2011 @ 3:11 pm

Remember love.

Posted By Evie On 05.31.2011 @ 12:42 am

buzzing all day long, flying here and flying there. i saw one once and ran away i saw once once some other day, he came to me that buzzy bee he came to me so i did see and with a smile upon my face this time i did not run away. sat on my hand and smile at me, that buzzy little busy buzzy bee.

Posted By evie On 03.08.2011 @ 11:31 pm

she watches as he stares at her with a sick smile. she can do nothing. can’ run. can’t hide. just watch. she knows that every single one of her movements, every single thought, is determined by how he is feeling. she is helpless to change things. he controls her.

Posted By evie On 02.06.2011 @ 3:25 am

sidetraked. im sidetracked now. i should be sleeoing instead of dreaming about you. okay thats a country song, but everytime i say i should be sleeping thats what i think. sidetraked. im so easily sidetracked. im being sidetracked on being sidetracked i think? im aidetrakce

Posted By Evie On 01.22.2011 @ 12:24 am

Sidetracked constantly by the worries of the world, the sleek gold luster of tall buildings and thinner bodies. We move ane breathe reguardless of our wishes of imortality bending benieth that which we worship. Can we turn away so easily from that of comfort and love?

Posted By Evie On 01.21.2011 @ 4:27 pm

The gold was tarnished and Abigal wished she could clean it. As hard as she scrubbed it wouldn’t become clean. One day, when she was old and dying she found the locket again and realized that as she learned it became cleaner and cleaner.

Posted By Evie On 12.29.2010 @ 10:43 am

poison ivy blisters boil huge on my leg that one summer years ago. it bursts and the puss runs down my shin, making everyone around me squeal. So itchy, but i daren’t touch it.

Posted By evie On 11.15.2010 @ 4:41 pm

The readers think I’m a romantic. that I actually live the stuff I write. Romance is something for those who don’t have it. I must be the biggest romantic in the world. Its so far away, but I am content in my longing.

Posted By Evie On 11.08.2010 @ 10:52 am

The waves lapped gently at the shore, washing away the foot prints that had walked beside me. One moment here the next gone. how fragile happiness is.

Posted By Evie On 10.26.2010 @ 8:56 am

The sunlight slanted through the stain glass windows, alighting on the figure brought to his knees in front of a lighted figure of love.

Posted By Evie On 10.11.2010 @ 11:14 am

New orleans blared out the hot new sounds of life, of fun, and love. Jazz, they called it. The great sound adding just that much more pizazz into her life.

Posted By Evie On 09.27.2010 @ 7:59 pm

Formally answering the telephone was an art Gwen had perfected, down to the pinky finger extended at an angle of fourty five degrees, and the propper tone of voice. She crossed her legs and began to share the latest gossip.

Posted By Evie On 09.21.2010 @ 6:03 am

The formal wear store was filled with pretty blonds. The girl edged in by herself, the 80 dollars her mother angrily threw at her from across the room clutched in her nervous hands.

Posted By Evie On 09.20.2010 @ 7:57 pm

Divided the two siblings glared at each other from opposite sides of the room. What had started as playful banter had ended in an all out tear the walls down brawl. The mother now stood between the two a tower picture of righteous indignation.

Posted By Evie On 09.19.2010 @ 7:21 am

As the leaves fall from the trees, I watch the children run among the bright oranges and reds. The dog barks and the wind howls back. Beautiful moments on a beautiful day..

Posted By Evie On 08.19.2010 @ 2:52 am

Mud cakes the recesses of my shattered mind, covering up the cracks with dirt and selfishness. How strange, how far, how sad. This thing that was once human is now broken, now falling, now gone. There is little left.

Posted By Evie On 07.05.2010 @ 6:18 am

The mud was caked on his boots. Those old boots of his were worn to the heel with countless days of transformed wandering. He pushed himself to the edges of travel, and now as he stumbled, old and decrepit into the town his old bones were finally protesting his constant steps. Time to settle.

Posted By Evie On 07.04.2010 @ 1:16 pm