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canvas

painting are pretty and i love them they are amazing my mom draws on them for work so duz my dad yay :D blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbla=hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblblahblahblah

Posted By jackie On 08.07.2011 @ 5:28 pm

a place to create. a new colorful artwork lies beneath. don’t be afraid to mess it up, just go with the flow of your heart and creativity. worst case scenario you have to paint over it.

Posted By Jackie On 08.07.2011 @ 3:45 pm

canvas! like a blank canvas! leonardo da vinci painted on a canvas… created some pretty sick art. of course, the meaning of canvas probably extends beyond painting to represent an opportunity for people to create… you know?

Posted By Jackie On 08.07.2011 @ 3:41 pm

canvases blank like leonardo da vinci would paint on… kind of cool that the mona lisa is on one you know? blank canvas. means a lot. haha. im not sure what else to say. blanking here! like the canvas i guess. hahaha. oh life… where will you take me next?????

Posted By Jackie On 08.07.2011 @ 3:39 pm

level

level is a word that i think of when it comes to school, grades, and just life in general. people are on all different levels, changing from higher ones and back down to lower ones throughout their lives. it depends upon what you go through and how you cope with things in life. there are difficult things we overcome, and gain a level

Posted By Jackie On 08.03.2011 @ 6:17 pm

boiling

hot water in a pot, bubbling and popping at the same instant. Steam rising onto my face and crawling up the walls, leaving trails or evaporation behind it.

Posted By Jackie On 08.02.2011 @ 7:02 pm

thunder

The thunder pealed in the distance as Jeremy jogged his last mile home. He knew he would outrun the rain because he always managed to do. Monsoon season was his favorite time of year.

Posted By Jackie On 07.26.2011 @ 8:42 pm

lightning

I want to feel the lightning coursing through my veins, searing my body from the inside out. I want to take a chance and see what it feels like for once. The thunder storm raged outside and all I wanted to do was jump. Switching careers wasn’t so scary.

Posted By Jackie On 07.25.2011 @ 8:09 pm

violet

She stared at the violet sky and remembered a time when all things were possible. She remembered the fairies and the dreams woven like cornsilk braids under the autumn sun…

Posted By Jackie On 07.21.2011 @ 5:23 pm

honest

it is hard to be honest but it is the most righteous thing in the world.

Posted By jackie On 07.01.2011 @ 6:59 am

history

Noelle’s history was bound to catch up with her. Owen’s death was just the start of the story. All the followed was history. The history she had so desperately buried in her attempt to be happy in her new life.

Posted By Jackie On 06.23.2011 @ 6:33 pm

smile

What is there to say about smiles? Obviously people use them to portray gay joyous emotions to their best pals, and at the same time smiles can be used to get certain messages across! Also, smiles contain many important anatomical structures like teeth! Which need toothpastes like: Colgate, Crest, Aquafresh, and more. Smile if you love life! :)

Posted By Jackie On 06.16.2011 @ 6:51 pm

forgetting

my dad will never be enough i dont think i know how to ride anymre, im scared ill never have england, i want to remember all the good times, i dont know what to think, i want to forget my family, i just, need to leave. i want to forget everyone and my heart is going to explode, panic attacks, crying, i want to feel loved. i never want to be hit again. dont tell anyone, forget please.

Posted By Jackie On 06.08.2011 @ 9:57 am

radio

loud interesting music have upstairs in my room its cool and like we all love it mine charges my ipod found in car in house and those old ones are coool too um it can be stored in room temp i gues yeah thats it.

Posted By jackie On 06.03.2011 @ 11:22 am

backpack

oh, back pack. how heavy you can be. how helpful you can be. but you’re definitely more heavy than helpful. you’ve caused me back pains and neck pains, but that’s okay, i guess. i guess public school is free for a reason.

Posted By jackie On 06.01.2011 @ 12:56 pm

montage

erasured memories through my head. fly onto paper. I thought they were dead. I never won’t like you. I’ll try to cease fear. The veins are un-pulsing, with each falling tear.

Posted By Jackie On 06.01.2011 @ 1:40 am

Whenever someone dies, it is always nice to put a montage of their life together. Rather than mourn, we should celebrate the life of someone who has passed, for they are off to a better place. What better way to remember and celebrate than with a nice picture montage full of pictures with family and friends?

Posted By Jackie On 05.31.2011 @ 8:46 pm

I see a montage of difficult work layed around me. Am I pissed about it? Am I procrastinating now? Yes, and most definitely yes. But hey, isn’t life just one big montage of difficult tasks thrown about? To some extent, I suppose.

Posted By Jackie On 05.31.2011 @ 5:47 pm

remember

Remember when? Remember when that happened? That being an obscure event that was eventful and apparently worth being secretive about. My that was an event that i would really rather always forget. Because remembering that stupid mistake I made, how selfish i was to make that decision, how much it hurt afterwards…I should have known better.

Posted By Jackie On 05.31.2011 @ 6:57 am

I remember when I kissed a girl in New York City. It’s one of the most vivid memories of my life. I was 15, she was 14. Blonde, beautiful, and she was looking right at me. Me? Yeah, me. When I touched her, I shivered in excitement.

Posted By Jackie On 05.30.2011 @ 6:34 pm

sideburns

I find myself feeling highly indifferent about sideburns. On some people they look goodish but on others they look creepy. Wait, does everyone have them? I guess I just don’t notice these types of things.

Posted By Jackie On 05.29.2011 @ 1:56 pm

canteen

travelers without a canteen like a student without a book or day without sun. waters awesome. drink up :)

Posted By jackie On 05.26.2011 @ 11:24 am

pretzel

S A L T Y

love affair. so bitter. so sweet. bittersweet. we’re at the movies.. and there popcorn is, in the corner- without my knowledge.. popcorns left alone.. to get stale, cold. oh so cold.

Posted By jackie On 05.23.2011 @ 10:06 am

thief

The great thief of happiness is selfishness. This is not contradictory, but a truth that I have experienced over and over again.

Posted By Jackie On 05.23.2011 @ 1:11 pm

wrath

I have no anger inside of me. Only sadness. I’m not angry its over. I’m not angry for all the pain I’ve been though. I’m not angry for anything that’s happened. I’ve experienced wrath in my own life, but that’s not important. What’s important is perseverance.

Posted By Jackie On 05.21.2011 @ 2:25 pm

domestic

abuse. violence. we need to end it because countless woman are dying without a cause. There is so many better things in the world. What has happened to us that this is killing our women? Smart, pretty, ugly everyone can fall victim. Our society needs to change its standards so woman don’t think being beaten is an acceptable way to live.

Posted By Jackie On 05.20.2011 @ 9:00 am

curious

To stare at something and no nothing about it. I want to know, though. I want to learn more about what this is, why it exists, and how I can use it. I want all of it to be revealed. Just show me. Or better yet, let me discover it myself. I can do it.

Posted By Jackie On 05.17.2011 @ 9:29 am

forgotten

Being forgotten is the most painful thing that can ever happen to a girl’s life. It’s next to being replaced. From experience, meaning nothing to the person that means everything to you feels like being in hell.

Posted By Jackie On 05.16.2011 @ 7:48 am

wasteland

we can call human society a wasteland. a dirty wasteland. one filled with narrow minded human beings and unrelenting evil. it’ll be okay though. because most often then not, every human being is evil.

Posted By jackie On 05.13.2011 @ 5:00 pm

there is a baren wasteland in the middle of nowhere. no where particularly interesting of course. but it is about to be filled with broken fridges. not to mention broken dreams and promises. a wasteland.

Posted By jackie On 05.13.2011 @ 4:59 pm