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A branch is part of a tree. A lot of times there are twigs attached to it. Branches exist on almost all trees. Many animals live in branches, such as birds. You can attach swings to branches or cut them down for wood to build things. Children enjoy playing in them.

Posted By Greta On 04.12.2013 @ 8:16 pm

Motorcyclists and their leather jackets. It’s supposed to be a protection against roadburn but now it’s become a title of how “bad ass” you are. Thanks Sons of Anarchy. Although I can’t say anything. I fucking fell for it too! Leather like bondage.

Posted By Greta On 02.21.2013 @ 11:55 pm

under the tree hides a big dog, with unfinished buisness. he hasnt dreamed enough . but he is already old to live his life. Everybody need time and nobody uses it wisel

Posted By greta On 11.27.2012 @ 6:29 pm

I was 6 months old when I entered my first pageant. My mom thought I looked pretty. She thought it made me beautiful. When I lost my hair to cancer and she cried about my pageant days, I cried that she didn’t see the beauty inside of me.

Posted By Greta On 03.19.2012 @ 9:16 pm

I already did this word. It’s kind of annoying because i was so excited to get a new word and try this again. It’s been kind of helping me straighten out my thoughts. My journal will start to miss me.

Posted By Greta On 12.14.2011 @ 9:31 pm

my body is his temple it has me in place i cant move i want to scream i cant its too hard im tired of dealing with him its all too much to handle i cant stand myself his body is anothers temple everyone elses and mine its not enough to share i want his for my own its just not enough

Posted By Greta On 12.14.2011 @ 8:16 pm

an understanding of a statement in a different way that you understood it previosley. A change of heart of an idea or stetement. Realizing you were wrong.

Posted By greta On 11.01.2011 @ 11:09 pm

We sailed down the river like our own avenue. You held me tight as we swayed side to side. You held my hand and jumped overboard with me. I’ll never forget that day on our beautiful water avenue.

Posted By Greta On 08.31.2011 @ 4:52 pm

We were so young when you first showed up. We felt even younger when you left. Torn apart by things out of our hands. I missed you for so long. Next time you leave, take me along.

Posted By Greta On 08.19.2011 @ 7:32 pm

I can try to win your heart, I could try to win your love. But will I ever succeed? You already hold my heart, and you have all my love. You know more success than I have ever seen.

Posted By Greta On 08.17.2011 @ 12:03 pm

Repeat everything you said, so I can remember every word. Repeat everything you did, so I can cherish the memories. Repeat all the songs we sang, so I can sing them again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I loved you. I love you. I love you again.

Posted By Greta On 08.16.2011 @ 6:03 pm

Sadness fills the room as slow pacing people walk to the stairs. Everything is silent.

Posted By greta On 06.12.2011 @ 12:42 am

sunriese, up high. very tall high high high going up. majestic….. sushine. rise up this morning, smiled with the risign sun….. rise from the dead?

Posted By greta On 06.10.2011 @ 5:32 pm

We all have plans. They are things we want to accomplish. We waste away our lives planning our future, setting goals and making plans to reach these goals. Plans in a sense rule our lives. They make up our daily thoughts and decisions. We often find ourselves asking, is this on track with my plan? We can’t live without them…but what if we tried to? What if we simply accepted fate for what it is and stopped trying to micromanage everything we encounter?

Posted By Greta On 04.03.2011 @ 11:28 pm

His eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. I want to draw them so badly, those beautiful, soul-staring eyes. Oh, to trace their curves and drifts! Ecstacy.

Posted By Greta On 03.19.2011 @ 6:47 pm

Him. Agh. That’s all I can think of. The way his blue, blue eyes stare into my soul. He barely knows I exist. Obsessed. That’s how I always get. When I fall, there’s no coming back.

Posted By Greta On 03.12.2011 @ 7:24 pm

Bold. She walks down the halls and no pair of eyes diverges. She is tall, confident, beautiful. She is gold.

Posted By Greta On 03.10.2011 @ 7:30 pm

Flitting about, you decide to land on my scarf. I brush you off. There’s something on my hand. No, not a thing.. PAIN. Why do you sting me so?

Posted By Greta On 03.08.2011 @ 12:43 pm

Almost perfect. Never just perfect. Always trying, always failing. No comfort. Only corrections. Almost.

Posted By Greta On 03.07.2011 @ 10:27 pm

you’re like a needle in my brain. always pricking into my mind. always sewing new thoughts into my head with steel thread so I can’t get them out. can’t cut the stitches of the feelings that you’ve created in me.

Posted By Greta On 02.11.2011 @ 5:33 pm

this year was the year of paperclips. There were paperclips galore. Paperclips made me happy to be who I am, with a great family to love, a home and a secure job. This was the year of the paperclip. Holding everything together.

Posted By greta On 12.22.2010 @ 8:23 pm

it sounds like snail,you put it into wood. It hurts when you step on it. its long and shiny when clean,silverish. useful, reminds me dad. very long.

Posted By greta On 12.04.2010 @ 1:49 pm

omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg

Posted By greta On 09.11.2009 @ 7:45 pm

tiles floring is very hard to clean. grit gets down in the cocking and i make my back ache trying to make my bathroom as clean as when i moved into this damn house.

will the next tenants even care? maybe they’ll just think the floors were yellow and grey to begin with.

did they ever look clean? am i losing my mind with every strip of plastic ribbon fraying on the bristles of my former toothbrush?

oh god i still have the shower to go.

should i even bother with the kitchen?

i hung those awful pictures of landfills over my sink to remind me to recycle, but i simply stopped using the kitchen and i eat out everyday. gernerating more waste with every styrafome box filled with leftovers sitting in the back of my fridge that i haven’t taken a thing out of since the first month of these last three years.

how can i even think of the basement?

Posted By greta On 07.30.2009 @ 7:19 pm

The path to hell is paved with good intentions. Ain’t that the truth. The Path is a religious organization. Oh wait, no it’s not. It’s spiritual. It’s in the woods. My grandmother met many life long friends there. If you came to two paths or two roads which would you choose. People want to say the road less traveled but most would take the other one. Am I supposed to keep going?

Posted By Greta On 10.24.2008 @ 7:51 pm

the man walked throught the room.. he had no idea what to do next. Then the woman appeared and showed him a lock of hair. “aha” said the man.. “this must be taken down to the station.. it’s a terrible story.. he fell down the stairs on his way and died

Posted By Gréta On 10.03.2008 @ 4:52 am

i think that the desert is so dry .and it needs water in order to surivie. there are plants and animlas that need the water so we need to make it not so dry anymore. there are places in order countries of the world. and drought it bad and it can hinder an economy.

Posted By Greta On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

we fold our hand when we die, whether it was a good hand or a poor one

Posted By greta On 11.30.2009 @ 3:42 pm

As she sat on stage playing for the thousands of people that came to see her she just had one thought that kept going through her head….

Posted By greta On 11.29.2009 @ 2:35 am

acting as though you have a clue what your doing but really not. acting to cover up the truth or actually bring about the truth so others can see it. acting as if everyone cares about what your acting out and like someone knows what your feeling to be an actor. acting as if you love someone or acting as if you love yourself. no one loves themselves but most act like they do

Posted By greta On 11.13.2009 @ 8:16 pm