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wonder
She sat there wonderingat would have happened if she had said yrs to him. When he pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly. Where would she be now? Pregnant? Ashamed? Guilty? Or maybe it wouldn’t indsayave changed anyting at all. She would never know, bushe still sat there and wondered
Posted By lindsay On 06.18.2011 @ 12:04 am
smile
She looked at him and smiled. That was the first time she had smiled since it happened. The first time she felt even remotely happy in as long as she could remember. Before this one instant, she couldn’t remember how it felt to laugh, to feel joy. But now she did. Because he was her savior. He gave her hope.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.16.2011 @ 10:23 pm
train
the sound of our coats rustling together as we hug helps me to concentrate on something other than crying. I can feel her heaving breaths as she grips me tight, like this may be the last time she ever sees me. As I pull away from her, I see her bite her bottom lip and struggle to say I love you.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.15.2011 @ 6:33 pm
station
Little miss perfect sitting at the train spot. Red nike high tops, listening to hip hop.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.14.2011 @ 11:17 pm
funeral
They walked hand in hand over to the casket where their grandmother was, eyes closed, peaceful nothingness worn on her face. The boy, roughly 5 in age, wiped his eyes and looked up at his older sister, seven years of age. She squeezed his hand tighter and embraced him in a hug. They stood there, crying, comforting each other, as their beloved grandmother was lowered into the ground forever.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.11.2011 @ 10:57 pm
the three boys waited for the casket to be dropped into the ground before their tears began to run. The oldest hadn’t cried yet. Their father was gone, and their mother would never be the same. She sat. Her tears were gone. As her soul melted with the death of her husband, it pained her even more her inability to be there for her children.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.11.2011 @ 10:49 pm
rise
The bread rose in the oven and Marie and jonathan watched it. John looked over at his newly wedded wife and wrapped his large arms around her, “This is our first bread baked as a married couple.” he whispered. Marie jsut laughed, “Oh, you. ‘This is the first pants i’m wearing as a marreid man, this is the first floor you’re walknig on as a marreid woman.’” she said mockingly. He just laughed and hugged her closer. “Oh, I love you.” She looekd up at him and whispered, “That was the first I love you you’ve said as a married man.”
Posted By Lindsay On 06.10.2011 @ 11:26 pm
To rise every day is an intricate routine. it can seem horrible, monotonous, and difficult. Or it can be a time of refreshing awakenings.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.10.2011 @ 10:05 pm
the sun rises in the morning, people rise in the morning, animals rise in the morning. The morning is a start of a new rise, every day. Start something new. Don’t live in the past.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.10.2011 @ 5:16 pm
teacher
Ugh. Teachers. what is there to say? We all kinda hate them, think they’re too strict, they don’t understand you, they yell too much. Whatever. But, really, there are these people who dedicate their lives to helping you and your future. Where would we really be without them? Even if its hard for us to admit, they play a huge role in our lives.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.10.2011 @ 11:07 am
corner
I walked over to the corner where she was sitting, curled up with her arms covering her face. I knelt down and whispered into her ear. She looked up, revealing her tear stained face, trying to cover up her red eyes.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.08.2011 @ 7:44 pm
forgetting
I am always forgetting. I usually don’t forget things that are important, but little things like items at the grocery store. I can not tell you how many times I went to the store and forgot to get floss or soap. I also forget where I put things.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.08.2011 @ 8:36 am
painted
She painted it blue.
And then it stopped. She turned around for a second, a moment, and she lost her footing, and she was in love before her feet could take her away from it, pounding away from the danger that was infiltrating her heart.
Posted By Lindsay On 06.06.2011 @ 12:04 pm
remember
You have guts reneged everything weather good or bad it makes you you and if you don’t remember key points in life like love happiness or other emotions you won’t ever understand them so remember everything everything you’ve done felt Watched anything remember. Remembering is recalling something. Remember your first love , your first heartache your first huge mistake your parents and other family yur childhood because they never stay everything has to o eventually and you’ll miss it. Don’t be afraid to remember and while you live, be yourself to have something worth remembering . You never know when the good things will ho so never forget them. Ever. Remember to remember. Remember to love laugh live smile grow play and be you!Never let the fear of falling bring you down , never let someone else bring you down remember the days when you get older, feel fresh and think back to great days, your thoughts and feelings, but don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself.
Posted By Lindsay On 05.30.2011 @ 4:39 pm
sideburns
sideburns look funny.Do girls get sideburns? That’s look strange/
Posted By Lindsay On 05.29.2011 @ 5:51 pm
despair
A state in which you are left longing, lost. The feeling of complete hopelessness, sorrow. I am in great despair when there is no food in the fridge. DESPAIR!
Posted By lindsay On 05.28.2011 @ 9:41 pm
booth
A booth a place where I meet my first love, in a wonerful coffee shop drinking a snickers mocha. It was a deep earthy brown with hard seats and green top that I placed my elbows upon as I gazed deep into her eyes. We shared a scone at this booth and talked for hours.
Posted By Lindsay On 05.25.2011 @ 7:07 am
curious
curious curious curious. what a wonderful thing to be. except for when it gets you in trouble. being curious, you get to learn all sorts of things about all sorts of things.
Posted By Lindsay On 05.16.2011 @ 9:43 pm
I am curious about so many things. Life. And my future. I am curious about where I am going, what I will do, where I will end up. In a way, I don;t want to know because I don’t want everything decided for me. that’s the excitement of life. But I would like to know that I am heading in the right direction.
Posted By Lindsay On 05.16.2011 @ 7:11 pm
bandana
A cowboy wears a bandana. There is a song called Montana where a guy sings about wearing a bandana, his spurs are of silver his pony is grey. I don’t know what else to say about bandana. you wear it like a scarf for your head. It can be colored and mistaken for a handkerchief. it also looks like banana, except with a d. You can also wear a bandana over your face if you rob a bank, which I don’t recommend doing. It’s a good way to disguise yourself though.
Posted By Lindsay On 05.02.2011 @ 9:33 pm
deadbolt
Locking doors is such a sad thought… mankind didn’t used to have to deadbolt doors, but we seem to have reached a point where no one is safe without them. Who grows up to feel that it’s acceptable to invade someone else’s space without permission and cause harm?
Posted By Lindsay On 04.29.2011 @ 8:51 am
puzzled
i miss the little puzzle that i had when i lived in NC when i was a little girl. now i wish that life was as easy as that puzzle.
Posted By Lindsay On 04.24.2011 @ 6:13 pm
I was puzzled as i walked through the maze that surrounded me. Where exactly was I? That quesiton was not the important one. The important question lay beneath me, deep inside my being. The important question was why did i let something get this far? To bring me this far into this maze i call every day? I don’t know. But I am slowly finding my way out, i know this for a fact. No matter where the world may take me, i will go with the flow of the maze and find an escape. The winding walls are no match for the fire that is inside of me, burning through what puzzles me. They overlap and my inner desire wins the tussle. A changing me is yet to come.
Posted By Lindsay On 04.24.2011 @ 1:33 pm
whiskey
He slammed the bottle down and looked up…. Why am i doing this again?? Lost my marriage, kids… AT least i still have my job.
He glares at the bottle as he picks it up again.
Posted By Lindsay On 04.18.2011 @ 11:46 am
plans
plans. that thing where we feel we can organize things ahead of time for our own convenience. ironically enough, we forget that life is not guaranteed. your ideas for the future, be it an hour from now or five years from now, have the possibility of not happening.
and then what do you do?
Posted By Lindsay On 04.03.2011 @ 10:23 pm
purpose
what is your purpose? dont know? well thats alright. people dont have to know their purpose yet, or ever. who says your need a purpose at all? as long as youve got drive and love and happiness–i guess thats the purpose after all.
Posted By lindsay On 03.31.2011 @ 2:18 pm
classic
Classical music never really did the trick for her. Of course, she could recognize its complete beauty and grace and wonder of composure but it just wasn’t what she wanted to listen to or play for that matter.
Posted By Lindsay On 03.26.2011 @ 7:44 pm
