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I remember my first crush. It was on a boy in my sixth grade class. I liked him all year long but I was a bit of a nerd. I was actually a huge nerd. On the last day of sixth grade at the roller skating rink I told him I liked him and he never spoke to me again.

Posted By Julie On 06.29.2011 @ 10:29 am

he crushed me with his soft smile with his gentleness i breathed in his essence we were crushed together pieces of me branded into him and he into me forever

Posted By Julie On 06.28.2011 @ 3:43 pm

i have a crush on some very handsom people. usually they are african american. usually they have large personalities. they have good bodies. and usually they are good at entertaining. singing. dancing. mostly. and then there is another type of crush and that is the spanish carribian accent. oh but wait. that is only only one meaning of the word crush.

Posted By julie On 06.28.2011 @ 3:03 pm

the lessons we learn, the past that shapes our lives currently. How we evolved, and became what we are now. Our family, and what shaped their lives. The trials and tribulations of the past. The lessons of world culture over the years.

Posted By julie On 06.24.2011 @ 6:28 am

History is a record of all things good or bad. Of interesting facts and incredible breakthroughs. It’s not only a neccessity; it’s a craving of the human mind. Study it well.

Posted By Julie On 06.23.2011 @ 3:25 pm

She walked down the hall, ignoring the cat calls coming from the cells that lined either side of her. She waited at the end of the hall for the guard to unlock the door that separated her from her father.

Posted By Julie On 06.21.2011 @ 4:30 pm

The train is moving fast, faster than I imagined it would. But as it approached, surprisingly it started slowing down, like in slow motion. I thought about my life, my dreams, my friends. Nothing mattered now. The train came as fast as it had before, and made my world black. Finally I felt like I was home.

Posted By Julie On 06.15.2011 @ 1:41 pm

The station wasn’t like any train stop she had ever seen before. The vehicles coming in to the bays were more like ships, but without sails or hulls. Sky ships? She didn’t know, but the way they moved gracefully through the air was unlike anything she’d seen before.

Posted By Julie On 06.15.2011 @ 9:10 am

the train station was completely deserted. There was no one around, except a small mouse in the corner of the empty restaurant. She wandered out of her mouse hole, padded with lost train tickets from forgotten years, and was greeted by the sight of stained cups of dropped coffee, leftovers from a rushed commute. What people discarded as rubbish, she found a million uses for.

Posted By Julie On 06.15.2011 @ 7:42 am

At the station we’re a million miles away like vacation, we only wanna stay At the station we feel careless and free So if you ever go You should come there with me

I can be your cloud that you can land on when you feel frustrated I can make no sound as you doze off into eternity At the station Right here with me

At the station we’re a million miles away like vacation, we only wanna stay At the station we feel careless and free So if you ever go-

We can see all we are We can go so far But the station is where I will always come back Always come back As long as I’m with you

Posted By Julie On 06.14.2011 @ 11:23 pm

She finally arrived at the station, feeling spent. She couldn’t believe she was doing it-leaving it all behind. She took in a deep breath, letting the freedom fill her lungs. She was surprised at the wistful homesickness she already felt lurking in the back of her mind.

Posted By Julie On 06.14.2011 @ 5:47 pm

my father was the most beloved person i’d ever known. everyone was so attracted to his energy and his personality. He brought our family together in the most unique and powerful way. he truly was a solid rock and center stone to our family. Being the only man in a family of four it was interesting that he never felt left out or overpowered and he always held his own while remaining the focus in our hearts

Posted By Julie On 06.12.2011 @ 5:30 pm

The sun rises… The moon rises… and the stars come in between. But the sun and moon eventually set… and in between is dawn and dusk. That is when the sky is filled with the deepest of violets and blues and the most golden of yellows… a time of great beauty…

Posted By Julie On 06.10.2011 @ 7:27 pm

The teacher watched over her students while they took the test. She was very careful to pay attention to Bradley who was the trouble maker in the class. But surprisingly it wasn’t Bradley who was cheating. It was Breanna.

Posted By Julie On 06.09.2011 @ 6:34 pm

Trapped in a corner. That’s where I am. Trapped, like in a spiders web, seeing no other way out than to.. to what? Break through the web? Untie the threads? Break the walls that are containing all the tenseness and bitterness? I wish.

Posted By Julie On 06.09.2011 @ 12:29 am

a place where you sleep. where two walls meet.

Posted By Julie On 06.08.2011 @ 2:03 pm

They said “You need to learn to forgive and forget.” What they forgot was to say they were sorry first. How can I forgive, and how can I forget when they don’t want to apologise, just pretend it never happened?

Posted By Julie On 06.08.2011 @ 1:05 am

A montage of leaves swirled into my face when the wind picked up. My converses slapped the pavement as I ran after him. I was much slower and I was having a hard time keeping up but I kept going. I was determined to get my revenge. He had taken everything away from me. And now I would take his life.

Posted By Julie On 05.31.2011 @ 4:16 pm

Sometimes it is good to remember. Sometimes it is painful. Sometimes it is happy. Sometimes it is sad. It is inevitable. It is forever. It is lasting. As we get older it gets more difficult, but it never abandons us completely. I remember. Always. What do you remember most?

Posted By Julie On 05.30.2011 @ 9:34 pm

The cascade down the sides of your face. Scratch me. Itch. Oscar Wilde. Poetry reminds me of you. Your poetry reminds me of you. Your face, framed.

Posted By Julie On 05.30.2011 @ 10:27 am

i dont understand them. They arnt attractive. Just shave it off, please. What purpose do they really serve? If your cold grow a beard or get a freaking hat. You look like a monster.

Posted By julie On 05.29.2011 @ 1:42 pm

The box was in mint condition, though the postmark showed it had been sent sometime in the early 1970′s. Where could it have wondered to all these years? It had been on a journey of it’s own, traveling through time. You could tell by the packaging that the sender had taken great care in preparing it for the recipient. Lost, all these years…and now, the great decision -do we open it or do we search out the recipient? Could the contents of this simple box have changed the course of time, or direction of someones life?

Posted By Julie On 05.27.2011 @ 2:55 pm

I’m soaked in sweat, mouth dry and sandy as the desert around me. The endless dunes enclose my body, my mind, the sound of the soft thuds of my feet only meeting more sand. And in my hand, my canteen, still bumping hopelessly against my side. Empty. Empty. Empty.

Posted By Julie On 05.26.2011 @ 6:14 pm

carry the torch to the finish line but don’t singe your hair along the way, you have picture day tomorrow and must look your best. My torch burns brighter than yours. I lit it off a house fire.

Posted By julie On 05.26.2011 @ 6:02 am

Burning bright the torch light Flickering in the wind Don’t let your spark fade In the starry night

Burning bright your eyes Glowing behind lashes Don’t let your spark fade Don’t listen to their lies

Burning bright the world Peaceful in the dark Don’t let the music fade Take care of her heart

Posted By Julie On 05.25.2011 @ 6:26 pm

It was just me and him. Faces pressed together, scrambling to fit in the dark booth. Fixing the hair, sitting up straight, trying to make the best smile. It flashed three times, and it was over. The evidence was in my hands moments later. Two happy smiles. Two pairs of thoughtful eyes.

Posted By Julie On 05.24.2011 @ 10:32 pm

It was me and Javi and Jessie and Harley and Mimi in the photo booth. It was small so we had to sit on each other and squeeze our heads together. That was also the same day Jessie lay in our car trunk on the highway on the way to the mall. At a red light, we ran out, opened the trunk and ran into the car again. The guy in the car behind us laughed. That was indeed a fun day.

Posted By Julie On 05.24.2011 @ 10:19 pm

he had a plan. he was waiting for the right moment. he jumped up and fired the gun. he probably shouted something too. interesting.

Posted By Julie On 05.24.2011 @ 4:35 pm

I wish there was some other word you could write about right away. One word per 10 minutes. Doesn’t that sound ok? I don’t know. But there are so many words out there just waiting to be described or associated with some kind of experience that people would want to read. There is only so much you can say about a pretzel and then you’re done! Pretzels look funny. Pretzels are salty. Pretzels belong at malls. The last time I went to the mall, I was with my friend who recently went home to her country. I may never see her again in a very long time. She had a pretzel that day. I didn’t. I had a cinnabon. I like cinnabons more.

Posted By Julie On 05.22.2011 @ 8:42 pm

I never had a pretzel. Weird huh? I should have one. They sound delicious. Maybe that’s the next thing I will get when I go to the mall. A pretzel. So random.

Posted By Julie On 05.22.2011 @ 8:18 pm