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I hadn’t seen her in so many years. It would be a sad visit, but it would feel good, maybe. I stepped under the tree. Under the shade, towards the black slate. Back home, finally. REST IN PEACE. “Hi, mom. It’s me, Dean.”

Posted By Lauren On 01.21.2013 @ 2:22 pm

Adam woke up to crying in the living room. He got up and walked over, picked Landon up out of his cot and applied his minute fatherly skills, rocking him back into a state of calm. He kissed his forehead and shushed him back to sleep.

Posted By Lauren On 01.21.2013 @ 12:34 am

She applied to a numerous amount of colleges. The crazy ones her mom forced her to–like Yale and Harvard. She also applied to the art schools she longed for. She wanted to be a photographer, but of course her parents wouldn’t let her. She merely applied to apply.

Posted By Lauren On 01.20.2013 @ 3:29 pm

i love the sound of music, when it fills my ears and my head. it fills my heart. i could listen to the sound of music all day. The way it corresponds with the movements i make, the way it flows with the sound of the wind. Sounds create an atmosphere that allows my thoughts to journey off into every genre of sound i can think of.

Posted By Lauren On 01.18.2013 @ 10:06 pm

Choices make choosing difficult but choosing is a test of mental decisiveness and ones ability to act quickly and efficiently, ruling out the lesser of goods. Choose wisely, children.

Posted By Lauren On 01.17.2013 @ 3:13 pm

Size in America is overrated. Every single woman on the planet at some point feels fat, whether it’s because they can’t find clothes that fit, or because they happened to eat too many cookies, and their dickbag guy friend made a comment. I feel that way ALL THE TIME. My shoulders are too broad, my belly is too full, and yet I look kind of skinny, so I’m not allowed to complain.

Posted By Lauren On 01.15.2013 @ 11:38 am

i never liked her turn of phrase. The way she abused every word that came out of her mouth. Ripped speech patterns apart like they were paper destined for the shredder. It sickened me

Posted By Lauren On 01.14.2013 @ 12:23 pm

She was my compass. She always told me right from wrong. She even told me left from right, when it came down to it. I was never very good at making my own decisions. If I were a compass, my needle would wave back and forth, and spin wildly after a couple of drinks. Her needle was steady. Strong. Decided. I needed her.

Posted By Lauren On 01.12.2013 @ 9:55 pm

Many women go crazy when the ice in their viens over takes the warmth in the center of their foreheads. People think it’s all do or cry for many but when you actually learn what moves you when you just dont

Posted By Lauren On 12.31.2012 @ 12:05 pm

It was dirty full of worms beneath the green growing plants. Deep within lay decay and much to say the dead were there to stay. They rest forever only their bones and few remaining clothes. Maybe a wedding ring or two, some silver, and a view of one last moment within their coffin.

Posted By Lauren On 12.28.2012 @ 10:15 pm

right now, i’m sitting in my mom’s friends apartment, I still miss you I always will. but i’m slowly getting over it not using, or drinking. like you did. I miss you, now. but I don’t need you anymore. thanks. I love myself more than ever. right. now… :D

Posted By Lauren On 12.26.2012 @ 7:59 pm

The actual truth of life? That’s something we’ll never know. We’ll never know why we’re put on this Earth, why we’re here, why we’re born. Unless we have some magical, unexplainable epiphany, we can never know. Instead, we have to live out our lives to the fullest, so that way we can fulfill every possible angle we can think to reach– that way there’s no possibility we can miss any purpose we might want or have to live throughout our lives.

Posted By Lauren On 12.23.2012 @ 7:30 pm

what does it mean to be actual.. does it mean real or does it mean what someone thinks is real. This is up to the person and what they want to believe in. Maybe something is actually real or maybe it is what someone wants to be real. in thier mind and their desires

Posted By lauren On 12.23.2012 @ 4:56 pm

everyone knows im in over my head. its eight seconds left in over drive, it’s on your mind, on your mind. Suddenly I have you in my life and everything I know and believe is no longer true. I can no longer live by

Posted By lauren On 12.23.2012 @ 6:41 am

Sated and flighty, the willows brush wildly, densely, bludgeoningly. Feelish, bluish, mechanized pumping thrashes. Build. Build. Build. Slate and bound, bloody and ripe, perfectly poised and angrily sought.

Posted By Lauren On 12.19.2012 @ 9:14 pm

mixing with a wooden spoon the batter in a bowl

Posted By lauren On 12.16.2012 @ 9:41 am

I was presenting the constitution of the United States of America. I was so proud but I started wondering how this presentation was showing the world through international relationships. Was I even presenting this right?

Posted By Lauren On 12.11.2012 @ 5:59 am

July is the 7th month of the year. This month is for summer and the warm sun. It’s for shorts and tank tops. I love July. Especially in the United States where you can ride your bike everyday and have no school.

Posted By Lauren On 12.08.2012 @ 12:00 am

I was sitting on the roof when I first noticed the tree house. It was about 7 meters up in the tree but brand new looking. I had been leaving here for 6 months now, I couldn’t understand how it wasn’t beat up.

Posted By Lauren On 12.07.2012 @ 5:09 am

It was simple,. He would like the pretty girl and I would sit there wishing I was just a little prettier. It was kind of like destiny. I knew how things would turn out. So that day I put on a little more make up, put on a brighter smile and hope that just maybe he would like me instead. But everyone knows he won’t.

Posted By Lauren On 12.06.2012 @ 9:36 am

Just that simple And just that plain Is how I have asked to be loved But I realize now I need so much more That I am the one that must love myself Just that simple Just that plain While you love me Deeply With breath and through every Varietal breath In words and actions In sighs and yells I need you to love me a lot more Than just simply

Posted By Lauren On 12.06.2012 @ 7:07 am

simple. woah this is weird. lack of anything. life. being. breathing. were all simple. combined as one small speck of life in the universe. nothing is real. life is a ride; a dream. get used to it. we’re all savages, trained to be a certain way. no. not right. animalistic. we wander the streets at night. simple.

Posted By Lauren On 12.06.2012 @ 12:11 am

simplicity seems to be the focus of most interior design these days and I never really understand it. Give me a cozy nook with tons of stacks of books, dust and all, and coffee mug stains and dark lamps to read by. Please don’t give me the “simplicity” of a barren white room with three books on the wall and a bamboo coaster. Simplicity is a fading style, I’ll take cozy over simple any day.

Posted By Lauren On 12.05.2012 @ 11:14 pm

I was higher off the ground then I had ever been before. I was soaring. But then again, I guess that’s what happens with reincarnation. My dream as a human had always been to fly high above the earth. So I was good and look where I was now. Well, I was flying as a reincarnated bird.

Posted By Lauren On 12.05.2012 @ 8:28 am

It was an object just like any other but then it popped, it crackled and it popped open, Inside lay a small blanket. I starred at the blanket, what the heck? I slowly leaned down and opened the blanket and inside was a small little baby Pokemon.

Posted By Lauren On 12.03.2012 @ 10:06 am

It was a miracle she hadn’t starved to death by now. I mean, she had only gotten one meal that day. But that’s how it was in her African village. Two meals a day basically was wealth. But I was just an ordinary one.

Posted By Lauren On 12.02.2012 @ 10:15 am

I am cooking lots of food. I wish I was a cook then I could cook everything on the planet in terms of food. I also wish I was a cook so I could see the inside of kitchens and all the ingredients aND WORK that goes into our food. I would also be very proud of all the food I cook.

Posted By Lauren On 12.02.2012 @ 10:13 am

to cook is to create something new, something aspiring. you can change the world, change a persons view. you have the option of enhancing someones life with just one bite.

Posted By Lauren On 12.02.2012 @ 12:13 am

My past has shaped my entire life. Whether good or bad, it has made me the person I am today. But the past is just that, in the past. I need to let go of it. I need to be free, release myself from the chains that my past has on me. I want to make a promise to myself to free myself from those chains and live looking into the future.

Posted By Lauren On 11.28.2012 @ 6:56 pm

the stars. I lay under the stars and wonder what actually exists beyond them. the trees. I lay under the trees and watch their leaves shimmy in the wind, sometimes some shake loose and tumble to the earth.

Posted By Lauren On 11.28.2012 @ 10:46 am