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thinking is hard and doing is hard, but thinking is harder. Don’t you agree? thinking is hard and reading is hard writing is hard everything I do is really, really hard there are a lot of reasons for why that’s true, you know the least of them is my radical irresponsibility!Posted By la On 11.17.2012 @ 3:22 pm
she’s spent, and she’s going, and maybe she’ll go away soon. Away to the place where the animals screech in the courtyards and you and I sing of our lost dreams, half lost only because as long as a dream is a dream can’t you wish oh god dammit I’ll stop with this dreaming, this dreaming is uselessPosted By la On 11.10.2012 @ 11:26 am
thread, thick, thin, corse, silk, cotton, It can be used to sew a hole closed, or make a simple garmet more beautiful by embroidering it. It can be bright and stand out, or it can be the same and blend it, it comes in all textures and colours. Its beautiful, simple and elegent.Posted By La On 08.15.2011 @ 7:12 pm
She touched the glass. She touched the mountains outside with her delicate fingers as they rushed by so quickly. She tried to grasp the passing scenery but she knew that was impossible and soon the train would take her chugging away and everything she had ever known would soon be out of reach.Posted By La On 06.01.2010 @ 8:52 am
They stood, glowing a perfect creamy white against the blue sky. The pillars were intricate and seemed out of place with their frilly roman styles in this urban landscape. However, the pillars were a part of the beautifully crafted school and they helped tie together the past, the present, and the future.Posted By La On 05.26.2010 @ 11:56 pm
He tied it to her tiny finger. Even at such a young age, he knew that the act was slightly morbid. But he gazed at her tiny pale face contrasting against the dark of the glossy box and he was wise beyond his years. Wiser, in fact than most people would be after a whole lifetime. Overcome with emotions so strong a tiny boy his age should never experience, he tied the final knot tight in the string and finally felt comforted, knowing that wherever she may be, it would let her know there is something she shouldn’t forget.Posted By La On 05.25.2010 @ 2:54 pm
Her skin on his. Dark on light. Ebony on ivory. The hues in their skin clash almost as much as their personalities clash. And they know they shouldn’t be together, because of this and many other reasons. But right here, right now it doesn’t matter. And they are lost in love in a world where black no longer clashes with white, but where they melt together and fade into a million beautiful shades of grey.Posted By La On 05.24.2010 @ 5:30 pm
Yeah. Rocket. Yeah. Right. They always told him to shoot for the moon. They always told him that if he missed he would land among the stars. But that just didn’t happen. And truthfully, he believed that not even the swiftest, most powerful rocketship could get him out of this mess of a place.Posted By La On 05.23.2010 @ 11:53 am
It glowed and lit up the water as if it was trying to show the girl the secrets underneath the still, dark surface of the slowly moving waters. She loved the shiny glow of the lantern upon glassy darkness, but she knew that not even this brilliant shimmering would show her the way to what was truly beneath.Posted By La On 05.22.2010 @ 11:20 am
RUN! She yells at me. I listen. I want her to know. That I will be the one to be there for her. And since there is no wind, I run as fast as I can. I just want to pull that kite up from dragging through the dirt and into the sky because it is so beautiful that it deserves to be there. I tell her this, but I do not tell her that I’m being ambiguous.Posted By La On 05.20.2010 @ 2:31 pm
It drifted away from the grasp of her fingers but, carefree, she didn’t mind. The balloon floated into the heavens, joining the white, puffy cotton candy clouds. And as it soared, she couldn’t help but to tell him that it represented her, floating higher and happier than ever before.Posted By La On 05.19.2010 @ 2:53 pm
tape is amazing. really. it’s sticky, and it sticks things together. for example: if you had broken a shoelace…just tape it! am i right? tape can also be other things, like police “caution” tape, or a VCR “tape”…but none of them quite compares to adhesive beaitiful sticky clear tape. it solves all of the worlds problems. a crack in world peace? tape it back together!Posted By La On 03.24.2009 @ 10:53 pm
turning slowly, he saw her, trailing behind along the path they were both walking.
Light was fading from the sky as the sun set into the clouds. Life was fading slowly from them both. Days and days of walking had left them exhausted.
and one look into her eyes told him everything. once blue, now colourless, he gazed into pools of mercury. she was fading fast.Posted By la On 09.21.2009 @ 5:46 pm
i hold the paintbrush gently. it is my words, my expression, my story. it speaks for me now. i mean, it always had, my paintings always spoke more than i ever could. but when words no longer form in my mouth, it now has to do all the talking.
and i have so much left to say.Posted By la On 09.17.2009 @ 5:53 pm