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i almost had it, i almost had a chance. but what exactly does the word almost mean? is it a chance that is lost? is it something that you had, but didn’t exactly have at the exact same time? I almost had opportunities to travel, I almost had the ability to really love, but when almost happens, it seems like it is denied at the same time.

Posted By Heather On 03.07.2011 @ 10:25 pm

We were sitting in the car, you and I. There I was speechless, but I didn’t need any words, yubwere saying them all. Everything I had wanted to hear, even the look on your face I swear I had imagined that a hundred times, I almost didn’t believe it was reality. But that empty pit in my stomach, reminded me that was real. I just wanted to fall in upon myself and disappear. Missed me? Loved me? Mistake, just a mistake. You almost had me. Instead of spending the previous three weeks pining, and grieving, I let go. I looked back and realized how many times you wronged me. How many times I was prey to your whims, willingly laying my head across your guillotine no matter how many times I felt the sting of your blade. It was somewhere in the darkness that you left me that I saw myself. I was nothing, because you allowed me to be, no because you wanted me to be. If I shined, well it took from what I gave you. You almost had me again. I almost said yes. Almost.

Posted By Heather On 03.07.2011 @ 6:42 pm

I almost went back on the bike today. I wanted to so baldly, but my head is still spinning from that fall on Thursday. I tried to make it look like Bella had tripped me up, so I laughed, spead out on the ice, head throbbing, the world spinning.

Posted By Heather On 03.07.2011 @ 6:10 pm

Through her gray scale vision, Thorn looked up at the white hot sun. “Days like this…” She murmured to herself. “Its days like this I feel as though I can almost reach it…” Her fingers stretched upwards as if to pluck the orb from its perch so high above.

Posted By heather On 03.07.2011 @ 11:37 am

Swept up in the falsely sweet illusions of grandur, she held her hed high and peered down her nose at the pirate leader. “The Gods have spoken.” The girl’s voice was commanding, and unshaken by the terror that stood before her. Thorn’s brow lofted above her blood soaked blindfold as a smirk graced her blood red lips. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to need more than the God’s word to sway me from my task.” The sweet words curled out of her lips like smoke in the cold air, her mocking tone seemed to turn the words to arrows that pierced the young girl’s heart. Shaking her blonde curls, the girl scoffed away the doubt creeping in on her heart. “No. Vin told me, he told me you were bad. And I should kill you.” Her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke of him, such warm emotions were obvious in her tone. “Tck.” The noise coupled with Thorn’s sudden annoyance made her feelings on the matter clear. “He lied, my sweet.” Her words draped in velvet as they settled over the fawn’s heart to cast her into darkness. “You poor thing….”

Posted By heather On 03.06.2011 @ 9:41 pm

Final. Complete. The end No more movies to watch No more letters to send.

It’s over. Finished. Complete. I need so much more time Feels so much like defeat.

I could write a tour de force A literary work of art With a bit more time, of course.

Posted By Heather On 03.03.2011 @ 5:44 pm

It is the end. I saw it coming, out of the trees. There was no time to think, no time to move, no time to run, yet it seemed to be happening in slow motion. I knew it was going to kill me. But, still one can hope. What was a toilet doing flying out of the sky way out here?

Posted By Heather On 03.03.2011 @ 5:29 pm

The basic idea of respect and concern for others seems to have become a thing of the past. I miss the days when we listened to each other and truly kept other’s best interests at heart, even if we disagreed. The behavior of our governor disgusts me. I disagree with his ideals, but his disregard for the people of this state makes me want to cry.

Posted By Heather On 03.01.2011 @ 8:53 pm

It’s the simplest form of anything. But nothing it truly basic. Nothing is simple and easy and nothing. Everything is something. Math is basic, or can be basic. But it can also be complicating.

Posted By Heather On 03.01.2011 @ 11:58 am

I’ve been called basic before.. that is.. my style. But truly, I’m attracted to very unbasic things. When I see a complicated art style I’m amazed.. when I see Shakespeare, I want to read–but it doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe I AM basic–I just don’t fully understand it. Blaaaahsic is what I think.

Posted By Heather On 03.01.2011 @ 11:21 am

“It’s not cheap,” said the blonde woman as she rubbed her fingers down the young man’s arm. She smiled at him warmly. His hands fidgeted in his pockets while nervousness and anticipation tugged at his facial features.

“You’re going to be worth every cent,” he said and turned her back to the engagement rings lying on the counter.

Posted By Heather On 02.28.2011 @ 8:45 pm

What is cheap? Who defines cheap? Is gas cheap? Gas is not cheap. Gas is high in price. Are people cheap? Are people just complaining about gas because they have no money because they are lazy? Some are lazy. Not all. Everything is cheap. Or is it?

Posted By Heather On 02.28.2011 @ 7:38 pm

clearance older left overs unwanted to not cost an arm and a leg poorly made falls apart easily

Posted By heather On 02.28.2011 @ 7:26 pm

The keychain lay on the floor, by the front door. As though it had tried to get to the door and unlock it, but had fallen from exhaustion and couldn’t get there. There was a picture attached to it, of a small girl, around 6 years old, smiling.

Posted By Heather On 02.27.2011 @ 6:26 pm

lanards are small yet hard objects too make. I first learned to make them when i was younger had church camp. When i think of keychains i think of that time at camp and remember my first lanyard it was blue and green and not very pretty

Posted By Heather On 02.27.2011 @ 6:15 pm

The strongest person I have ever known, lives across the street. She is beautiful, with the most colourful heart I’ve dared to have seen. She has suffered more than one should have, and she smiles broader than I have seen others do. She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is strong.

Posted By Heather On 02.27.2011 @ 10:19 am

Strong… Why only sixty seconds to say all that this means? It means… to be… I hope not to have a lighter load, but to have greater strength to bear it. I hope to be strong to face what I have to, to enjoy what I can, and should.

Posted By Heather On 02.27.2011 @ 10:11 am

strong i dont know i think of strong women and I dont know what else to say. How cliche is that though? A woman talking about strong women, oooh haven’t heard that one before. Strong men? Body builders? Too much of a good thing i guess. Strong = strength. The pokemon thing you can get in Pokemon blue and red. Find it in that old guys place…. This is the most random thing ever.

Posted By Heather On 02.27.2011 @ 2:52 am

I put a lot of things on a table. Especially what I don’t want to get dirty. i don’t know what it is about them, but it makes me feel like everything has a place. Even though you can just splay all your junk out on it. It belongs there. Somewhere on a table. Just like we all do. In life, it’s a mess, but we belong there somewhere.

Posted By Heather On 02.25.2011 @ 7:10 pm

my brother went to a barber in cyprus where we lived when he was 6. we moved away for 2 years and when we came back to cyprus my brother was 8, and he sat in the barber chair and the barber said “hello rob, same as usual” after two years, the barber remembered my brother :)

Posted By heather On 02.25.2011 @ 9:37 am

a bench is a nice place to sit, it is made of wood and elderly couples look sweet when they are sitting on one. its where i sat once i lost my v card,

Posted By heather On 02.23.2011 @ 12:51 pm

Thorn looked at Thade with curiosity. “A what?” Her brother laughed and wiggled his hands into a shape then another. “It was a fruit, it was sometimes shaped like this, but you could find them like this, they were red on the outside, but orangey-yellow on the inside and the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted!” Thorn lofted a brow. “You’re daft.”

Posted By heather On 02.22.2011 @ 8:41 pm

yummy fruit thats really good in smoothies :D From what I know, its healthy n stuff so eaaaat it :D

Posted By Heather On 02.22.2011 @ 12:51 pm

things that you write in for people you know

Posted By Heather On 02.19.2011 @ 10:50 pm

Ja’k shuffled through his tattered deck of cards, flipping three cards facedown onto the table he grinned at Thade. “Ready?” His cockney accent was excited as he grinned at the man before him.

Posted By heather On 02.19.2011 @ 12:08 pm

part beer happy laugh fun hugs drugs happy sad lovelovelove hula hoops glow sticks chicken and hamburgers beach music and music and kindness no judgement heart stones peace space hippie will love life forever and always.

Posted By Heather On 02.18.2011 @ 6:06 pm

Thorn growled, struggling with the tangled locks of hair that had wrapped themselves around her neck, arms and wrists. “ARRRAA!” Her scream was animalistic, and sent Thade running towards her, only to laugh at the sight of his terrifying sister wrestling with her hair.

Posted By heather On 02.17.2011 @ 5:25 pm

Her nostrils flared as anger rushed through her. Fists tightened all around her as the gang members picked up on her sudden change in demeanor like animals sensing rising hostility. The blind woman tossed her head, long black hair shaking like silk over her back, a proud gesture in her desperation to get control back.

Posted By heather On 02.16.2011 @ 10:19 am

I love chocolate. It is the bst thing ever. I love it love it love it! I wan to eat it forever! What wou;dI do wiothout it! Its the best! I love you som much chocoalte. I appreciate you! Irsh chocolate! love you my buddy chocolate lover!

Posted By Heather On 02.15.2011 @ 7:36 pm

Good chocolate is my favorite. Cheap chocolate is my second favorite. The truth is, I love chocolate. No matter how bad the day has been, that sweet substance always give me the breath I’ve been holding. A good day just becomes better. Today, I’ve had chocolate chip cookies, a chocolate cupcake, some peanut butter cups and kisses, and even some Lindt chocolates. I seriously don’t think I could dislike the man in front of my face any more that I already do.

Posted By Heather On 02.14.2011 @ 7:41 pm