Entries By Ireland
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spent
got its wehn you are so tired. when your have given everything you think you have but its not good enough. Its about not knowing whats going to happen when you try and do something. its just doing everything because your expected to. trying to pelase everyone and everything and trying to be an individiual as well. it reminds me of classical roman art, when all they look for is the human ideal.
Posted By Ireland On 11.10.2012 @ 11:54 am
refuse
I refused to go. I am NOT going to move! Why do my parents think that just because I live with them I want to move everywhere with them?! I’ve got friends here, and I know who I am here, but where else will that be true?
Posted By Ireland On 08.27.2012 @ 5:53 pm
puncture
There’s more than that in my heart. Some might say it’s shattered. But it did start as a puncture. It started with a puncture and grew. Oh, how it grew. It was stabbed again and again until it was so full, oh so painfully full of punctures, and now it is held together by shreds.
Posted By Ireland On 08.06.2012 @ 4:56 pm
stretcher
I was on a stretcher. Why on earth was I on a stretcher?! All I remember is driving…and there was a big crash…what happened? “Why am I here?” I ask the paramedic.
Posted By Ireland On 07.19.2012 @ 10:17 am
overalls
My sister wants overalls. Very much. For a while she was obsessed with getting them. She actually never did get any. Overalls make me think of artists, too. Artists with their black stirts under their long overalls in a shed behind their house painting beautiful landscapes and portraits and anything they can think of.
Posted By Ireland On 07.08.2012 @ 4:43 am
chills
The tension in the air gave me chills. What if she exploded on ME next? What if I was the next victim of her incredible rage? I couldn’t stand the uncertainty, the fear. So I left. I turned and I ran, ran, RAN as fast as I could away from the rage, the hatred, and the terror.
Posted By Ireland On 07.01.2012 @ 9:44 am
saturday
I can’t wait for Saturday! MaeMae is coming and we’re sleeping over at Katy’s house…I haven’t seen MaeMae for over 9 months, and I’ve missed her so much…wow. I can’t wait! :D
Posted By Ireland On 06.29.2012 @ 5:51 pm
crust
The crust was all that was left of my sandwich. And of course I was still hungry. It was so tiny…geez, why did I have to fail at making these?! I wish I still lived with my Mom. She knew how to cook, clean, everything, and all I knew how to do was sit and cry.
Posted By Ireland On 06.28.2012 @ 5:58 pm
distributor
I was the paper distributor in band class. I sat right near the front, and each time our director had something to pass out, I was stuck doing the job. Why was I a trombone again? Really, I should have picked the tuba, they’re always in back!
Posted By Ireland On 06.27.2012 @ 9:24 am
seeds
The seeds of hatred were there, waiting for permission to bloom. I could feel them, just as you feel the pain of being pricked my the thorn of a rose, in my chest. They were there, waiting to emerge into the hideously ugly blooms that is hate.
Posted By Ireland On 06.24.2012 @ 1:32 pm
minute
I had one minute. One minute until everything was gone forever. And I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do. So I ran. I ran and ran and ran until my legs gave out and I was flat on my back for the rest of the night.
Posted By Ireland On 06.23.2012 @ 8:24 am
persons
The missing persons report had my face on it now. I had never imagined anyone would notice my absence, but there it was. I was missed. At least by my teachers…I ran away because no one cared, and there was the proof that they did.
Posted By Ireland On 06.21.2012 @ 6:47 am
pits
The pits were full of them. Full of pieces. Of glass. Of frames. Of homes. Of everything imaginable. And I couldn’t help. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t save anyone’s life by emptying those pits.
Posted By Ireland On 06.19.2012 @ 5:54 pm
cathedral
The cathedral stood tall and proud on the end of the city block. But no one saw it. They all saw just an old, broken house that was covered in vines. And no one saw the beautiful boy that walked into it that cold December night in search of the beautiful girl that would never be his.
Posted By Ireland On 06.15.2012 @ 10:57 am
brief
There was a brief silence after I said those three words to him. A silence in which my heart beat so fast I was sure it was audible and liable to jump out of my chest. I was so terrified in that brief silence of being nothing but rejected.
Posted By Ireland On 06.13.2012 @ 6:28 am
switching
Ij was switching classes. Again. I couldn’t STAND my teacher. She gave sooo much homework and sooo much classwork and half the time all she did was stand at the front of the room droning on and on about cellular mitosis.
Posted By Ireland On 06.11.2012 @ 12:56 pm
racket
What is making that terrible racket?! I’m so sick of that wretched noise! It’s sickeningly loud. How on earth am I supposed to concentrate on my paper now?! It’s due in an hour and THIS is what I have to work with?!
Posted By Ireland On 06.10.2012 @ 5:23 pm
nest
I nest in my blankets as try to fall asleep. Oh sweet sleep, where are you?! Why are you leaving me NOW?! I have so much to escape and so much to hide from and so much to dream away in this nest of my blankets.
Posted By Ireland On 06.09.2012 @ 6:35 pm
chat
I’d like to chat. Those are the words that every student dreads their teacher saying to them. It’s like says “I’d like to take you to court to give you the death sentence now.” with a smile on your face.
Posted By Ireland On 06.08.2012 @ 6:12 pm
grind
The coffee shop was closing. After all these years of loyal coffee-drinking, I was finally going to have to find a new place to get my daily cup of joe. I was almost in tears when I saw that accursed sign.
Posted By Ireland On 06.07.2012 @ 2:57 pm
