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In horror. Frozen by fire. Dying in agony. Should have been more careful with water and wires. Pity the family. Pity the poor soul.

Posted By Jane On 04.27.2013 @ 5:38 am

. this again

Posted By jane On 04.23.2013 @ 11:13 pm

It is when you know that you have been beaten. The long reckless minutes or possibly hours or intensified seconds have you moving strategically on tiny squares alternating in colour. Checkmate is the true finding that you have lost. You were outwitted by intelligence.

Posted By jane On 04.23.2013 @ 11:03 pm

blues clues dog. hot pink. looks good with turquoise. the colour of my hair. loaded in ink cartridges,

Posted By Jane On 04.22.2013 @ 1:31 am

“A deep bottomless pit in my heart,” she said, “and everything that enters fails to make me happy. Sadly that is where you ended up; in my deep, depressive, dark heart trench.”

Posted By Jane On 04.08.2013 @ 5:14 pm

The vines of grapes trapped in vineyards open the gates to a millionaire service and yet the vines are spread all around me.

Posted By jane On 04.04.2013 @ 5:48 pm

London is my favourite city. I live there and it’s constantly buzzing and brimming with life. Human life. Nature always seems to be squashed out. It’s my favourite city. But I hate cities. I yearn for the ocean and miss the country. I feel lost in the crowd and I can’t breathe.

Posted By Jane On 03.18.2013 @ 8:21 am

Cities are a different place at night than they are in the day. At night, the darkness covers up what shouldn’t be seen; what no one wants to be seen. It creates a blanket of safety that the people can hide under.

Posted By Jane On 03.17.2013 @ 9:30 pm

leaving ashes in their wake but too beautiful to discourage, like the child with quick hands an a shining grin that does the talking for him, no one can deny the flames their prey, so warming is their light, so sickening their dance

Posted By Jane On 03.05.2013 @ 6:47 pm

the day i was sentenced to life in prison was the best day of my entire life. i felt the most whole in the moment where someone saw me as i did. a monster. not a project to fix, not a troubled white kid, not a loner but a man with fingers stained in preteen blood. recognistion filled me like dinner, wrapped around me like a hug, it wasn’t my fault now that it was.

Posted By Jane On 02.28.2013 @ 2:54 pm

her weathered hands held the gun. What should she do? Was there a noise outside? Would she shoot? Should she shoot? She was alone and afraid and not knowing. She knew this day would come. She put off thinking about it. But she knew it would come. Should she shoot and live? Could she live after she shot and killed? Would it be worth living?

Posted By Jane On 02.20.2013 @ 10:40 pm

The way the mouth moves in order to find words that somehow we all understand. We don’t think about the clicking of tongues and the way each syllable slides through our teeth. We’re usually too busy thinking of how we’re going to respond, forming our own words, to even notice the brilliance of human speech.

Posted By jane On 01.27.2013 @ 12:02 am

i am visiting harlaxton this summer and i couldn’t be more excited about it. so many places to see. and i want to visit austin at nd..maybe. and i want to visit cali again because it was amazing. i will live there someday i think. back to harlax. sooooper excited. never been outta the country before so it will be amazing.

Posted By Jane On 01.21.2013 @ 11:09 pm

I was placed in the orphanage after my parents died. They told me they died in a crash. That it was a tragic accident. I couldn’t believe them.

Posted By Jane On 01.03.2013 @ 2:57 pm

I already wrote about a freaking barrel what the hell. But I guess I could go on and on. What comes to mind is the movie El Dorado because they hid in barrels while they were on the ship trying to get somewhere but then they stole a boat and ended up on an island it was so great.

Posted By Jane On 01.01.2013 @ 5:23 pm

I really thought I would get a more interesting word but oh well. I liek barrrels because they’re made out of wood. I would use one to store excess clothing in my bedroom because I think that would look beautiful. Ah, yes a nice hamper as a barrel…or wait what

Posted By Jane On 01.01.2013 @ 5:19 pm

john was stirring Carrie up again and i didn’t like it. he was just playing but it started to get mean.

Posted By Jane On 12.15.2012 @ 7:39 pm

The object of my heart has left. He left without a word. He left me so lost I knew not where to turn. He left me in woods so dense and dark I fear I’ll never find my way out. I knew we could not be forever. But to leave me so lost was a terrible thing

Posted By Jane On 12.02.2012 @ 5:35 pm

Oh wow!! We run from it, we embrace it, we deal with it…..or do we? We are not necessarily our past, but, aren’t we the sum of all our parts, past and present?

Posted By Jane On 11.29.2012 @ 5:47 am

I laid under the palm tree in the hot summer sun with my man. Underneath his crushing body I moaned and groaned under the greatest pleasure ofmy life. Under maximum pleasure he lifted my legs over his shoulders Nahnahnahnahnahnahnahnahnahnahnahnah

Posted By Jane On 11.27.2012 @ 3:29 pm

Do you know me? Have you ever known me? Am I somebody?

Do you know where? Do you know how? Am I somebody?

Posted By Jane On 11.12.2012 @ 1:08 pm

they hate themselves as much as they love themselves. they think as highly of themselves as the world thinks of shakespeare. they think as lowly of themselves as the world views the urchins in the streets of New York

Posted By Jane On 11.08.2012 @ 8:08 pm

You stand before, old as time, with stories to tell, and paths to tread.

You trod that path so long forgot and never left me In the dark.

Keep me by you And I shall never move I am your other I am your blood.

We stand together to face this storm Left me be there I am strong.

Posted By Jane On 02.09.2013 @ 6:33 pm

I raised my puppies from birth. I love them so much, they make me so happy. I worry about what will happen to me when they die, they are a large part of my life. Should I raise new ones? How can I replace them? They are everything to me. I love them so much. Mickey Joe and Sadie Pam, I will always love you, even though you drive me bananas at times. When will you learn you aren’t human? We don’t pwe yuo our food, though how can we refuse when you are so adorable and beg with that little whine and tilt of your head? Tiny little balls of terror, you are.

Posted By Jane On 10.19.2012 @ 1:44 am

She was born here, she was raised here. This? This was the place she had decomposed. She had the demon children who took over after she was a mound of ash. They broke the chairs, they burned the curtains. Smoke raised to the skies above. The demon children held up their clawed hands to the blackened sky. Their snarled teeth reflected the yellow of the fire. They had raised above the old woman and her abode.

Posted By Jane On 10.18.2012 @ 6:18 pm

since I was a little girl, life has been fun.! I guess. Since is kind of like either or but another way of saying such things. Since this, since that is that is that.!

Posted By Jane On 10.14.2012 @ 5:16 am

since the day you were born, I have missed seeing your mother. She who passed away giving birth to you. I know, it wasn’t your fault, but it was, and I can’t stop seeing her in you and the possiblility she could still be here if you weren’t. This is why I am taking you to the orphanage my dear, because i can’t bear to care for you myself.

Posted By Jane On 10.13.2012 @ 5:43 pm

The lake seemed so endless, so vast, reaching infinitely into the horizon. Mesmerized by the deep, dark waters, Sailor stared in awe at the beautiful glistening water. Taking a deep gulp of air, he dove in and let himself sink into the blissful nothingness

Posted By Jane On 10.11.2012 @ 6:28 pm

There was the cake. There were 14 candles and the people who didn’t care wether she lived or died surrounded her, their smiles plastered on and ready. The fire glared ad they all surrounded her and again she felt small. “I wish for happiness” she thought. The flame was now gone. Later in the night, she could hear the putter of rain, and ran out. The drops drenched her, and she could feel all of it slowly wash away. She smiled, ran and danced. For a moment the gaping hole was smaller. For a moment, in the fleeting joy of harsh rain -she was happy.

Posted By Jane On 10.07.2012 @ 8:07 pm

I want to be able to notice what you want to tell me. Your eyes that can and should convey a lot of things and the movement of your lips. The way you move and the way your speech either balloons up or flows. I want to able to understand you better.

Posted By Jane On 10.02.2012 @ 7:38 am