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It’s always the truth that hurts in the end, even if it doesn’t feel like it should. How do you face up to the overwhelming burden of facts? We all think we tell the truth, that we’re honest people. But we lie to each other all the time, hiding true feelings under fake smiles. I love having someone that I can be me with.

Posted By Jaclyn On 03.18.2013 @ 5:18 pm

teachers love apples and enjoy watching students learn.

Posted By jaclyn On 11.06.2012 @ 9:10 pm

He’s hurting. He’s never felt so hurt before. Thankfully she’s there to comfort him. Though not exactly the one who he’d like to comfort him, she’s already gone, but she will do. She props him up on her shoulder, her arm winding around his back. She’s waited for forever to be the one to help him, to lift him up when he needed it. This is her chance to, she’s hoping she doesn’t mess it up.

Posted By Jaclyn On 07.27.2012 @ 3:20 pm

Fuses are the bringers of energy. Through fuses we can harness electricity. Fuses are power, but only through those things that are man-made.

Posted By Jaclyn On 07.23.2012 @ 4:51 pm

The little lodge on the top of the wooded hills has been abandoned for years. No human soul has made an overnight stay and returned in the morning.

The little lodge on the top of the forgotten woods has been occupied by the spirits of lost loved ones and tiny creatures looking for a place to live.

The little lodge on the top of the darkened terrain has been misplaced. Moved from one spot to the next, without a trace. No one knows of its disappearance, because no one dares to go near the little lodge on the top of the hill.

Posted By Jaclyn On 05.24.2012 @ 8:48 am

He’s calling again. Make him stop, please.

I want to answer, just so I can make the ringing end.

Please, hang up and don’t call me.

Your voice is killing me slowly

and your redundancy is killing me quicker.

Please Stop Calling.

Posted By Jaclyn On 05.21.2012 @ 9:48 am

He’s calling again. Make him stop, please.

I want to answer, just so I can make the ringing stop.

Please, hang up and stop calling me.

Your voice is killing me slowly and your redundancy is killing me even quicker.

Please Stop Calling.

Posted By Jaclyn On 05.21.2012 @ 9:46 am

drifiting through time. moments that build. pushing. pulling. watching. never waiting. drifting can be beautiful. letting the journey unfold. never lost.

Posted By Jaclyn On 03.26.2012 @ 6:57 pm

Glimmer. The sword glimmered in the light, a flash of silver blinding him for a moment. He took it as a good omen. He stepped forward, each footfall confident. There was no more turning back. Today was the day he would win his freedom, or he would face his death as a slave.

Posted By Jaclyn On 01.01.2012 @ 4:01 pm

from dawn ’til dusk. The sun rises and the sun falls. If i ever got around to it i would have made a character that had dual short swords that were named dawn and dusk. but i digress. I like this word.

Posted By Jaclyn On 12.20.2011 @ 11:32 pm

All encompassing view. It took in the entire picture. Everything within its steady gaze. Nothing could escape those eyes watching, those panoramic eyes surveying the entire picture. They saw everything.

Posted By Jaclyn On 12.17.2011 @ 10:18 pm

So direct, so commanding. He stood there standing far above anyone else. He knew that he could give orders he knew that they would listen, that they would act. He knew without a single doubt that they would obey. So he didn’t worry.

Posted By Jaclyn On 12.03.2011 @ 11:25 pm

The darkening skyline as the sun slowly set. From a brilliant gold when the sun first kissed the earth to the faltering violet of remembered daylight to the dark blue of the night.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.29.2011 @ 12:47 pm

Dim. Like Dark. Darkened, dimmed eyes. Eyes that don’t shine anymore. A hopelessness, a fire quenched long ago, dimmed to ashes that cease to shimmer in the darkness. I can’t see you in the dark, my dear, my dear. I can’t see, you’ve vanished. Dimmed.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.28.2011 @ 9:03 pm

Rejoice! Rejoice! The days of being locked in that marble cage are gone! No more icy floors and horrid halls. Nothing but sunshine and freedom here. You can do what you want, wear want you want, and say what you will. No one will stop you, my dear. You are free, free, free, free. Go now. Enjoy it.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.27.2011 @ 10:14 pm

The horses ran swiftly over the flowing green fields. Their legs stretching and devouring the ground, hungry and searching for more after every leap. Their manes streamed out behind them, banners glinting in the early golden sunlight.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.24.2011 @ 7:40 pm

Stunning. She was stunning. The way the sun was… is… stunning. Nothing could compare even if he were to wrestle a star to the earth and place it at her feet, it would dull and grow jealous of the woman it laid before. She was her own galaxy of stars, a dazzling array of light and beauty all mingling and blending into one perfect being.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.23.2011 @ 10:16 pm

Study. I am sick to death of study. All i do is study. When i want to take a break i come here and write and now i find myself writing about Studying. Ah well, they say knowledge is power. Perhaps there is some truth to that.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.22.2011 @ 11:29 am

She laughed, bright and full of life. Everything in the room brightened around her as her shoulders heaved and she rocked back and forth on the chair. He felt an answering smile creep up his lips against his will. No! This was not the time for laughter he thought furiously to himself.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.21.2011 @ 9:10 pm

Have to break the rules don’t you? Of course. Rules are meant to be broken. Or followed depending on the viewpoint. But in the end the important thing is to question them. Without questioning them you’re as good as blind. If you break them without questioning them, you’re as good as stupid. If you question though… and whether or not you find fault, i think that makes you wise.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.20.2011 @ 10:00 pm

He’s got flare. Every move, every glance, every touch. It follows in his wake like some lingering perfume. You can’t help but admire him whenever he walks by.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.19.2011 @ 5:30 pm

I hate playing solitaire! It is so frustrating when i can get all the cards lined up but there is one off (just one!) and i cannot win the game. Yet i play it all the time, i don’t understand why it’s so addicting! GAH. Ah well, it does pass the time, and sometimes that’s all i need… is to burn a bit of time.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.18.2011 @ 1:23 am

The heart of the bells. They rang so loud they pressed down on the the soul of any who listened. She cried out in fear, unknowing of where the sound came from. But it came from the heart… the heart of the bells. The sound rang through the room, rebounding and growing. Each return it gained strength… until the beauty of the sound pierced her heart.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.16.2011 @ 7:59 pm

Left handed. He wrote with his left hand. Sometimes he pretended to write with his right, and sometimes he could use his right hand. But he preferred left. He preferred to be different, to be unusual. He liked the difference. There was something magical about it. He felt free when he used his left hand.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.16.2011 @ 12:11 am

don’t think about the prints on my fingers. don’t think about them. i will love you with or without them. we can be, just be. we can hope for something else, hope for a better life. one in which we can be together. melt away from the earth, from everything around us. my fingerprints are all over you, within you and without you. i want yours on me, on my hands, to mold and form into mine so when i touch something, the whole world will know that we are together, are the same entity. you are me and i am you and you are more beautiful than you know

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.10.2011 @ 8:11 am

the fingerprints on her hand and on her face are beneath us. She cannot explain them, cannot hope to find anything different. Perhaps the fingerprints are her, are the way she thinks and the life she plans to have later in life. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll change her fingerprint one day, or implant a print on someone else, make them better, make them something else beyond what they ever imagined.

Posted By Jaclyn On 11.10.2011 @ 8:08 am

I suppose I have a feeling that I know myself. But I really don’t have any idea, do I? Can you see me? Can you see what I can’t? From outside? You should write about me. You should write my legacy, you computer where I spend all my time. I love you.

Posted By Jaclyn On 10.03.2011 @ 8:36 pm

empty. taxes. count. loans. no letters that dip under the line.

Posted By Jaclyn On 09.14.2011 @ 8:24 pm

People have morals. They could be good, bad or indifferent. Some people’s morals could be evern goddamn stupid, such as believing gays are an abomination…

Posted By Jaclyn On 06.26.2011 @ 5:12 pm

bad memories. things that make you sad. wrongs committed against you. these are all things that we try to keep forgetting. but not the others. those other things. like love, light, forgiveness, joy, bike rides, sunsets, music, laughter. those things we don’t forget. we remember. we think about them all the time. we remember.

Posted By jaclyn On 06.08.2011 @ 10:50 am