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I want to run away sometimes. I want to live my life as someone else. I want to see what its like to have to work. I know its hard… but I can do it. I know I can. It will be alright. I’ll see you on the other side of the tracks I guess!!

Posted By Julie On 01.20.2012 @ 12:47 pm

the chips in the bowl fall to the ground as Leila attempts to grab it. she fails and they fall to the floor with a bang. she yelps as her precious kettle cooked chips

Posted By julie On 01.13.2012 @ 5:44 pm

Smooth and slippery, rub it all over my aching body, dig deep into my tissues, slide gently over my curves, let me feel your fingers and palms slippery against me, covered with oil. Fragrance the oil with lavender and rosemary, fill our senses with the smooth friction of your hands on my body, the fragrances filling our minds. Not too much oil, just enough, moisturize my skin, my scalp, soothe me, relax me, entice me for more…….

Posted By Julie On 01.07.2012 @ 2:19 pm

Sticky, bothersome. Leave me alone. Why won’t you stop sticking me? I guess I must do something about you for you to stop sticking me. Why have it put it off so long? If I trim you back and take care of business you will become manageable and stop sticking me. I know you are sticking me for a reason. I need to take take of my business. Some thorns are necessary, some I try to ignore and they’ve created a permanent sore on me. I’m used to the sore spot. I have seen myself turn and face another way to relieve the pain, but it doesn’t go away. It’s still there and when I am forced to turn back the pain is so much worse. The temporary adjusting of myself has only made me put off removing or making the thorns less sharp. Some thorns we just get used to I guess. Life will always have thorns. I can see something growing a little twisted and turned as it has adjusted to the thorns in life. There ares scarred areas and long smooth beautiful areas when there were no thorns. There are super strong areas where the thorns were resisted and often removed. Thorns are necessary always painful but are giving direction to my life and which way to grow. It’s never straight up, there will always be twists and turns, but the goal is always up to the sun, to enlightenment, to the universe and god above.

Posted By Julie On 01.05.2012 @ 6:13 am

so many words fall onto the page. making their own bridge from one sentence to the next. one sentence to the next. soon it becomes a paragraph. then a page. the bridge only stops when you want it to. so build the longest bridge in the world. :)

Posted By Julie On 12.30.2011 @ 10:59 pm

he was thirsty more than anything. walking in the dessert this long has drained him… he knew he wouldnt last much longer if he didnt get some form of nourishment soon. it had been a week of wandering and still no sign of life.

Posted By Julie On 12.27.2011 @ 9:07 pm

A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear. My breathing is uneven but I try to stay quiet so they don’t come back. I study the wall and look at my body. It’s my blood on the walls.

Posted By Julie On 12.21.2011 @ 5:44 pm

A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear.

Posted By Julie On 12.21.2011 @ 5:42 pm

there was a blemish on her heart no one could see there were only dashed hopes if she could only be she’d found a love to make her whole but instead it felt like daggers in her soul she cried out, helpless what could break this spell, this hurt she weeps

Posted By Julie On 12.16.2011 @ 12:18 pm

My hands are constantly cold so I keep them in my sleeves. I feel safer and much warmer that way. It’s a small comfort. That must be one of the main reasons I adore sweaters.

Posted By Julie On 12.15.2011 @ 6:23 pm

I can’t believe this word caused me to write so much. Well this word and you. You are my inspiration. I haven’t written in so long and here you are on my mind, causing a blast of ideas

Posted By Julie On 12.15.2011 @ 6:14 pm

You gave it to me, because that’s what i deserved. Right? Or maybe it’s not so black and white. Maybe it’s all blurred in the dark of night maybe i need a fix to help me find the reason i’ve wasted all this time on something that’d only hurt me anyway- that’s not what i deserve. Right?

Posted By Julie On 12.06.2011 @ 6:43 am

The centerpiece is a beautiful item that brightens up a table. It can be filled with fruit, flowers or stones. It should not take over the table but add to the atmonsphere. The colors of it s hould compliment the rest of the decor so that

Posted By Julie On 12.05.2011 @ 3:08 am

Rolling down the slope, heading towards the stack of dominoes, barreling at lightning speed. Cause a chain reaction, in a Rube-Goldberg-inspired plot, all to play a song.

Posted By Julie On 11.27.2011 @ 1:55 pm

well, it seems i have already written about this word; however, i am desperate for something to write, so i will write about it again. to study is to learn, to learn is to know, to know is to grow, and to grow is to thrive. our goal is to thrive and use our knowledge to help others thrive, so obviously, this all starts with studying, right? yeah, sure, i guess…

Posted By Julie On 11.22.2011 @ 8:32 pm

Full of hate and loath, but in the end necessary for every being. This and that, restrictions. Sometimes given with hate, sometimes with love. No one understands but the one who gives it. It’s the direction that is needed for a person to act, whether they like it or not, that mere existence of rules is what creates every creative person.

Posted By Julie On 11.20.2011 @ 1:56 pm

I love rules. Guidelines. Things to keep you where you should be.

I hate the rules. Or rather, I just don’t believe in them. I don’t feel that there are things that permissible and things that are not.

Posted By Julie On 11.20.2011 @ 1:17 pm

It was like a flare went off in the air. They could both feel it. They truly were meant to be! They could feel the love between them swell as they kissed. Passion and harmony swirled around them at that moment.

Posted By Julie On 11.19.2011 @ 6:01 pm

he prints the letters on her mind indelibly day by day with a patience known only to those raised in the country not waiting just absorbing he soaked in her beauty her essence all the while writing himself on her heart in an ink that could never wear off.

Posted By Julie On 11.09.2011 @ 9:25 pm

fall crisp leaves crunch under me feet. orange, red, yellow, brown. Some are live full of color and vibrant, others dead withering away to nothing. Are we changing are are we dying? Fall crunches under my feet, change, change, change, crunch, crunch, crunch. Red

Posted By Julie On 11.07.2011 @ 4:00 pm

“Did you know that pickled foods have been attributed to cancer? You should maybe be a little more careful about what you put into your body. Do you really need that last pickle?”

“Jesus, Mom, do you have to worry like that? I can’t do anything without your doomsday prophesies darkening the sky.”

“I’m just looking out for you, dear.”

Posted By Julie On 11.06.2011 @ 3:22 pm

rain pounding on the windows outside. you are asleep in your warm, comfortable bed. the rain is soothing and encourages you to sleep, faller deeper, dream sweeter, dream, dream. when you awake, you are so rested and the sound of the rain is so therapeutic, you are compelled to go outside in only your pyjamas, and dance in the rain, the only thing you can think about it happiness, love, frienship, the rain, the freedom.

Posted By Julie On 11.04.2011 @ 11:49 pm

the passion in his look was almost enough to blot out the darkness of her deed she knew it was too late but how could she ever change it vindicate it? his poor heart would be torn to pieces, torn and battered and all for his passion

Posted By Julie On 10.31.2011 @ 8:39 pm

Sacrifice: what you give up not necessarily because you want to, but in order to serve a higher purpose. For example, the Aztecs performed human sacrifice, giving up their people to please the gods.

Posted By Julie On 10.30.2011 @ 8:33 am

It was automatic. They instantly fell in love. Love at first sight, if you will. Even though this was true, they both denied it. but not for long. Eventually they realized their true feelings for each other. And they were perfect.

Posted By Julie On 10.24.2011 @ 5:36 pm

If your love was mutual it would be like running on watery waves If you ever feel for me I would be swept by the wind in a blow into the happy kingdom of dreams come true But you will never know.

Posted By Julie On 10.19.2011 @ 10:26 am

it was a mutual agreement. they had decided it was for the best and no one could convince them otherwise. they began to shovel the dirt back into the hole while the sun began to rise. when they were done they walked off feeling dirty, and not from the soil they were shifting.

Posted By Julie On 10.18.2011 @ 7:20 pm

Advice. Hard to give sometimes, also hard to take. However, I’ve received some amazing advice in my life, some to the point of altering the choices I made. I am where I am because of those snippits, whether good or bad.

Posted By Julie On 10.15.2011 @ 6:03 pm

That little girl from “To Kill a Mockingbird” – one of the best characters ever written. I wanted to be her when I was little.

Posted By Julie On 10.15.2011 @ 6:58 am

I told myself not to let you in. I told myself not to get invested. I told myself you weren’t worth it. I told myself that you’d be nothing but trouble. I told myself not to love you. But I didn’t listen to my own warnings.

Posted By Julie On 10.05.2011 @ 9:23 pm