Entries By Janie
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keen
Through out the day many keen thoughts had entered my mind. the most note able suicide. I couldn’t handle the pressures of my life anymore and I want it to be over. This happened nearly everyday to me, some days it was more on the front burner than others. Each day I would wake up and wonder why I hadn’t killed myself the day before. Today was the day, all of my pains would vanish in a few hours.
Posted By Janie On 06.19.2012 @ 10:30 am
belief
Believing in something can be the ruin of you, or it can save your life and make you a new person. Belief makes some things easier to do, and others much more difficult to accomplish. It’s a hard thing to comprehend but once understood it can completely change one’s life.
Posted By Janie On 06.18.2011 @ 3:40 pm
People believe in all sorts of different things. Small or large, significant or not. It doesn’t often matter. People believe in their parents to protect them, or that their hearts will not fail them in the near future. People believe that their pets will learn a trick, or in deities to save them in a scary eternity. Belief is a tricky thing that is often difficult to understand. Sometimes you don’t know if you believe in something. Sometimes you want to believe but cannot. And sometimes you don’t want to believe and yet you still do. Believing in something can be the ruin of you, or it can save your life and make you a new person.
Posted By Janie On 06.18.2011 @ 3:39 pm
wondered
I wonder what it’s like to be somebody else. To be them, but knowing what it was like to be me; to be able to compare the two perspectives. I wonder if/how past lives work. I wonder if who I am is good and meant to be.
Posted By Janie On 03.10.2011 @ 7:56 am
chocolate
mmm. yummy. good with pretzels or popcorn at the movies. not so good in large quatities, or for doggies. what else is there? it’s chocolate!
Posted By Janie On 02.15.2011 @ 10:17 pm
spider
Spiders can be scary, but I don’t like to kill them because their lives are just as valuable as ours are.
Posted By Janie On 01.19.2011 @ 3:40 pm
altar
She laid her athame at the alter, stood back whilst a great sigh left the depths of her body.
She had done all she could, now it was up to the universe…
Posted By janie On 12.24.2010 @ 11:44 am
typewriter
Her nail snapped as she bashed out the letter to her boss on the ancient typewriter, making her swear under her breath.
The letter read “I Quit”
Posted By janie On 12.18.2010 @ 12:59 pm
wrong
I’m rarely wrong. Seriously. No one ever believes me, but it’s true. I’m rarely wrong.
Posted By janie On 12.16.2010 @ 8:35 am
stamps
temper
Emma was at work in the hamdmade chocolate shop. He came into the store just as she was tempering a batch of pure, Belgian chocolate for a new tray of Salted caramels.
He smiled and licked his lips.
Posted By Janie On 12.13.2010 @ 3:40 am
possibility
Every night I sit at my ‘puta looking at the oneword screen, wondering what todays word will be (and how I can use the word at the end of the sentence rather at the begining) and wondering if I’ll even be able to find anything to write as the oneword possiblities are endless…
Posted By Janie On 12.11.2010 @ 12:25 pm
willow
We have always had cats, at one point we had 5 of them. One summer my then cat Spice climbed into the branches of the weeping willow in our pond garden trying to catch a sparrow, slipped and fell into the waiting depths of water below. He never climber that tree again.
Posted By Janie On 12.08.2010 @ 3:16 am
admit
Ok, so it wasn’t entirely my fault. The item in question was placed far too near the door.
It was a subconscious, almost automatic gesture to reach out and pocket it as I left the store.
Ok, I admit it.
It was me.
Posted By Janie On 12.06.2010 @ 6:55 am
bunny
The Easter bunny was on form this year, the Easter Eggs he had to deliver were wrapped in magical foil paper that foretold future events. The Easter bunny stopped at the bookies on his delivery round and foretold the winner of the 3.15 at Newmarket. He managed to retire on his winnings.
Posted By Janie On 12.02.2010 @ 1:10 pm
transport
Public transport was always a problem here. She wondered whether it was worth hanging round on the offchance of a bus turning up or start hitch-hiking. It was getting dark.
Posted By Janie On 12.01.2010 @ 1:38 pm
spike
The spike was deeply embedded in his leg, pinning him to the rockface. There was no pain just a giddy feeling of weightlessness. He wondered if this is what dying felt like. In fact he wondered if he was.
Posted By Janie On 11.30.2010 @ 2:34 pm
copper
The old copper pipes rattled as the door slammed. The air changed in the house as she felt his presence, her muscles tightened and her gut clenched.She knew he’d have been drinking and was always nervous of the mood he’d come back in. The door slamming was not a good omen.
Posted By janie On 11.29.2010 @ 12:38 pm
sudden
Waking, breath eating on a fly. Once a long time ago here is the now. Now as in forever. We’ve past the now and suddenly, a girl walks aimlessly by. Walking.
Posted By Janie On 07.23.2010 @ 4:08 pm
beach
ah a day at the beach seagulls and sandcastles. the waves rushing in.
i’d go out into the water and float on my back and look up at the sky while the birds pass overhead.
Posted By Janie On 06.23.2010 @ 4:32 pm
strung
i was stung upon a wire, the feeling of pain was being hung out to dry. i was stuck and there was no-where to go.
Posted By Janie On 06.09.2010 @ 9:44 pm
constant
There is a racket in my head that makes noise that requires constant attention. It beckons me to think, to hear, to listen and sort the never ending chirp of great thoughts and brilliant thoughts and thoughts that need to be scrubbed away. This constant chatter is good, is human. This constant chatter is the stuff that writers are made of; even, perhaps, made whole. But we all need an editor, no matter how well we write. Or think. So this, too, is a constant battle of which word, which direction, and who, after all, is right The time is still ticking and the chatter is still constant. If there is a place for solace and solitude in my head, a place for the quiet, then bring it on. Bring it on so that the time and ticking cease. This is the end. And that, too, is constant. The end.
Posted By Janie On 09.01.2009 @ 5:15 am
path
daisy
A daisy is a simple things in a complicated world. A daisy, is it a weed or a beautiful life form showing off. Who knows? A daisy, like a sun, brightens up the world and makes itself seen. A daisy. So simple. So precious. So free.
Posted By Janie On 06.16.2008 @ 12:59 pm
few
few of the men understood how the nylons scratched
few of the women understood how the jockstraps burned
few of the ladies understood how the women wanted something better
few of the gentlemen understood how the men’s backs hurt all night in bed
Posted By janie On 05.28.2008 @ 10:41 am
mist
it reminds me of when I lived somewhere else. The mist was always so gorgeous… I remember going for a walk with my boyfriend. Its the most amazing feeling. Refreshing, and cool, but not too cold. My favorite kind of weather.
Posted By Janie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
mittens
I was sledding with my sister and her friends. One of my friends was there, too. My friend and I jumped on a sled and began to glide quickly along the snow and ice. We hit a stump, and our ride stopped abruptly. It probably wouldn’t have hurt if I had been wearing thick gloves instead of thin mittens. Now the scab reminds me to wear gloves.
Posted By Janie On 12.25.2009 @ 5:31 pm
