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Is a strong word used to indicate a mild feeling of hatred for another person or thing. There are not many things that I dislike, actually that is a lie entirely because I dislike manythings but if I keep telling myself this is not so than that must mean that it will become true, right? Or is that not how the world works outside of the books? I have never been able to tell the difference.

Posted By Maria On 04.30.2009 @ 3:01 pm

gentle reminds me of my cat. he’s soft and fragile and i must be gentle when i handle him. he’s so soft and fluffy. he’s a little mean too. he bites and scratches often.

Posted By maria On 04.27.2009 @ 4:02 pm

The gentle breeze blew through my hair as I searched the sea shore for beach glass. A tradition that has carried on for years. I see my own children joining me, yet I feel I”m still their age as the water caresses my ankles.

Posted By maria On 04.27.2009 @ 10:40 am

I was in go mode. Ready to tackle the day. I started with ambition which quickly faded to fatigue. Why is it the best of intentions go to the wayside?

Posted By maria On 04.24.2009 @ 2:10 pm

Ink is a very good thing that people use to write with… this is very good for exams and for other school work as computers are too expensive for them to be available to anyone. We love ink so much that people should keep using it and not rule it out for interactive means.

Posted By Maria On 05.16.2009 @ 9:59 am

I waited in line for my name to be called at theclinic. My heart racing my palms sweating. What had brought me to this point? Where had the carefree days I longed for gone. It was my turn, I quickly walked toward the receptionist. I wanted this job more than anything.

Posted By maria On 05.15.2009 @ 5:07 am

to pose a question I would first have to think of one that would cause you to ponder. Words worth writing are words of substance. There is so little time.

Posted By maria On 05.12.2009 @ 12:55 pm

dusk is the time when its kind of light but kind of dark as well and that girl one time he told me thought dusk and dawn were the same thing what an idiot also she was doing the walk of shame in a red dress and what is twilight exactly is it the same thing as dusk or no i guess its more toward midnight and dusk is early on in the evening maybe as sun sets i don’t know the exact definitoins here

Posted By maria On 05.10.2009 @ 10:52 pm

if only there were bandages to help ease emotional pain. maybe i could place one on my heart.

Posted By maria On 01.01.2009 @ 6:00 pm

there are very things that I belong to. There are not many people whom I feel comfortable with. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere except by myself and with him. He’s a special case, though. I don’t know if anyone ever feels like they belong or if the feeling is as fleeing as I feel.

Posted By Maria On 12.14.2008 @ 6:56 am

remember the sixth of december

Posted By maria On 02.01.2009 @ 2:08 pm

i’m in the middle of two lives

Posted By Maria On 01.27.2009 @ 1:30 pm

you find your real place when you’re in the middle of nowhere

Posted By Maria On 01.27.2009 @ 7:16 am

I have the most gorgeous princess at home. Aren’t we women all princesses of beauty?

Posted By maria On 01.24.2009 @ 3:01 pm

change is the name of the game on this inauguration day.

Posted By maria On 01.20.2009 @ 10:36 am

Now. The present moment. Really, it’s the only one we have. Yesterday, last year, a minute ago — they’re gone, done with. Tomorrow or later today remain out of reach. Now is where we’re meant to live.

Posted By maria On 01.11.2009 @ 8:38 pm

What did this vintage purse hold that kept veronica so intrigued? She had shopped in many antique stores but never felt such a connection. It was as if the fabric and beading held a vivid memory that spoke to her.

Posted By maria On 04.02.2009 @ 5:53 am

measuring tapes have always facinated me and have been the most helpful tools of all times in my studies.

Posted By maria On 03.23.2009 @ 3:10 pm

this is a particular word that tells you which one of something a thing is. it is a neat, clean, tidy sounding word that is both efficient in what it does and worthless. it has a precise sound to it, phonetically.

Posted By Maria On 03.15.2009 @ 8:03 pm

Sixteen days ago, she was just another girl. Sixteen days later, she was a whole new person. In the course of just two weeks and two days, she had lived and died. Day and night passed right past her.

Posted By maria On 03.12.2009 @ 5:40 pm

winter, blowing wind, icy air pretty, lacy, red, striped, blue

Posted By Maria On 07.18.2008 @ 10:40 am

It was a beautiful day to go for a drive with the top down. She put on her lucky pink scarf with the black polka dots and her big Jackie O sunglasses and headed out of town. The scarf blew carefree in the breeze as she hit the gas and flew down the highway.

Posted By Maria On 07.17.2008 @ 12:15 pm

Well, like, yeah, I think so, or rather, thought so. However, perhaps, and this is just a guess, I’m using too many commas.

Posted By Maria On 09.24.2009 @ 4:11 pm

Check your mail for a letter from God. He told me He sent it last Thursday.

Posted By Maria On 09.23.2009 @ 12:45 pm

It’s early on a Sunday morning and she’s been awake for hours She couldn’t sleep because she knows she’s going to see him today The bottom of the bottle tells her to go back to bed

Posted By Maria On 09.22.2009 @ 7:34 pm

it was early when i woke up this morning. my eyes were still heavy and i couldn’t seem to garner the energy to get out of bed. how could i possible convince myself to do such a thing? my bed was so warm, and my pillow conformed to my head just right. forcing college students get to get up at 8am for classes is just cruel and unfair. it’s simply just too early.

Posted By Maria On 09.22.2009 @ 11:13 am

Mercury flowed in her veins A leaf crackled and splintered in the sun She only saw yesterday as a thing of ashen blues.

Posted By Maria On 09.21.2009 @ 3:01 pm

shower of sunshine on my shoulders and face, warming me as i turn and twist in the park, as filled with delight as a toddler experiencing a walk in the garden.

Posted By Maria On 09.15.2009 @ 6:58 am

she wanted him, for more than one reason. he was mysterious in a sexy way but she wantedhim for another more important reason, he knew stuff she didn’t. and she needed to know everything she did’nt…it was important to know what he did because it could just be the answer to everything

Posted By Maria On 09.09.2009 @ 3:27 am

The cat held the mouse like it was a sacred object of the Gods, just waiting for it to squirm out of sight so it could continue on it’s thrilling race.

Posted By Maria On 11.22.2008 @ 9:13 am