Entries By Samantha
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aware
aware? aware of my avoidance to finally just freaking write. i can come up with any excuse…oh, i’m good. and i even believe myself sometimes. but i am AWARE that i am full of crap. i can continue i can create beautiful things with my words, i just don’t.
Posted By samantha On 11.29.2008 @ 9:13 am
held
i held the baby in my arms. she was the most beautiful baby in the world. she had nice big blue eyes and nose just like the dad. her hand were so soft and she was the softest baby i ever touch. she was also so light that i felt like if i was going to drop her.it felt like if i was carrying a cloud. she looked so peaceful when she was slepping, her face looked as if she was dreaming with angels.
Posted By Samantha On 11.25.2008 @ 8:02 am
held together the moment for three seconds and then let it all go but it was okay because i was able to walk away without a tear in my eye and when i left i kew that that moment would be held in my head forver and always. ill never be the same.
Posted By samantha On 11.22.2008 @ 11:43 am
tear
when i see this word i think about the two distinct meanings. first of all the noun ‘tear’ which reminds me of when I was in my apartment in austin and rick and rachel were over. they were ganging up on me, or so it seemed at the time, and i locked myself in the bathroom and let the tears flow. then i think of the verb ‘tear’…as in: tear my heart out.
Posted By Samantha On 07.05.2009 @ 9:20 am
match
A match. One little match did all this. I thought as I looked around at the ruins that was once my house. I had arrived home from work to find my place in smoldering ruins. The fire department had not even arrived. Who would do this?
Posted By Samantha On 06.22.2009 @ 8:22 am
index
Index… what do you do? You help me find what I need in books and such. I wish I had an index to certain parts of my life… and find out when I’ll find true love. But maybe that wouldn’t be as fun.
Posted By Samantha On 09.04.2009 @ 5:48 pm
stereo
i listen to my stereo on a friday night when i am at home. sometimes i’ll just put the radio on and i’ll let the stations take me somewhere. other times it’s my ipod. it’s always that friday night release, after a week of work.
I sign loudly along with the music, I yell sometimes. I can feel the tension just melting out of me. The speakers surround me in the room and I feel very zen once I turn it off.
Posted By Samantha On 09.04.2009 @ 12:38 pm
cigarette
the hot smoke burned through her cold lungs. standing on the street, she was alone. good thing. life-ruiner. manipulator. blood-sucker. her cigarettes will hopfully kill her before her self-destructive ways do.
Posted By samantha On 09.01.2009 @ 2:58 pm
constant
he is the constant. since, what…freshman year? i know that sounds pathetic, but it is true. here we are, years later, professions of love later, rejections later, girlfriends and boyfriends later. and we are still the same goofy, weird, awkward, wonderful, beautiful friends.
Posted By samantha On 08.31.2009 @ 5:03 pm
fate
fate. does anyone even believe in that anymore? i mean, if there is such a thing as fate, why do we worry so much about which decisions we make…won’t it all turn out the same in the end? i choose not to concern myself with thinking about this. i’d rather live in the here and now.
Posted By samantha On 08.30.2009 @ 3:02 pm
teacher
when i grow up, i’m going to be a teacher. i don’t really know why… i guess i just assume there’s nothing else i can do with my love of literature. i guess i really just want to read for the rest of my life. can i do that? pretty please, let me live my life always reading.
Posted By samantha On 08.28.2009 @ 5:26 pm
cage
he thought that he was trapped, but he wasn’t. the cage he had built for himself. he didn’t know how to get out, in fact he didn’t even know how he got in. he thought and thought and thought but never understood. he was a silly boy.
Posted By samantha On 08.27.2009 @ 4:35 pm
assume
Ah, the devilish word, assume. It’s a horrible verb because it is based on hunches and guestimation. It can offend people, especially if they are not very good at assuming.
Posted By Samantha On 08.27.2009 @ 11:24 am
habitat
an animal house. a house of any kind. im not sure what else to write about. it also looks like habit, which reminds me of the french word for neighborhood. Which reminds me of Mr. Rogers. I love how he changes his sweaters & shoes. I wish i was that cool. I wonder what ever happened to him. Did he die like that Lambchop lady?
Posted By Samantha On 08.24.2009 @ 8:53 pm
We talk about the habitits of exotic animals, but I think the dicussion’s just as relevent to our own lives. Just look at a person’s furnishings, and you can get a decent picture of who they are, what they like, and what they do. After all, it’s the products of our lives.
Posted By Samantha On 08.24.2009 @ 7:38 pm
coffin
I imagine a lovely funeral with a thin, dark wooded coffin with white lilies atop it. The family adorned in black with silent tears running down their cheeks, holding white hankerchiefs. The priest speaks the eulogy and no other sound can be heard except for the birds quietly singing in the background behind the large fir trees.
Posted By Samantha On 08.19.2009 @ 11:08 am
gong
When I hear that word I always think of Mulan and the affection I held for that movie. Although the Oriental culture is interesting, that one movie made me love their history and life. All because of a sound.
Posted By Samantha On 08.18.2009 @ 1:15 pm
conditioned
I am not conditioned to this new way of living. I am just a visitor in a place that once was my home. But it will always be my home. Will it always be my home? Am I conditioned to love you? I don’t want to think so because I see things in you that I
Posted By samantha On 08.12.2009 @ 12:46 pm
radio
i love listening to the radio. but some of the music that is played these days is aweful. it is ruining the mind of children. seriously. how many swears can you hear on the radio now? and even if it is bleeped out or censored in some way, there are still plenty of inuendos to get the idea. the music on the radio now disgusts me more than i ever thought it would. im not really making any sense right now. thats ok. i know what i am saying, even if you dont. anyway. radio. radio. radio. radio. radio. radio.
Posted By samantha On 08.11.2009 @ 12:12 pm
gallery
Thumbnails. Reminds me of my anime days where for hours at a time I would prowl the internet for pictures of my favorite anime characters. Those were the good ol days. The 12 and 13 year old days where nothing mattered except what I wanted to eat and when I wanted to go to sleep, what anime I wanted to watch and which gallery I wanted to creep around in.
Posted By Samantha On 08.09.2009 @ 9:18 pm
brushed
airbrushed. art. Painting during the day. Erotica. Against someone else. Nudge. Getting a hunch. Never understand why he left the way he did….his fingertips against my porcelain skin…
Posted By Samantha On 08.07.2009 @ 9:00 pm
idol
apples are red as firetrucks, but not as loud! Bananas are yellow as the sun, but not as hot, oranges are orange as basketballs, but not as bouncey! I heart fruit!
Posted By Samantha On 08.06.2009 @ 8:09 pm
American Idol is one of America’s favorite shows. In this show many people line up to have an easier route in the harsh climate of the music world. It is also filled with people who have no interest in the music, but instead just seek the fame and attention the show will give them. This seems to be a common theme in the world of today; people are no longer happy with what they have, and seek what others have, fame and fortune, going to lengths to try at a chance to obtain it.
Posted By Samantha On 08.06.2009 @ 9:02 am
idle
This instantly makes me think of yahoo, which leads to the bigger point. I waste my life. I do nothing. I’m always bored and idle. I’m waiting for my hands to become those devil’s playthings everybody warns me about. Mostly I’m just scared of my muscles athropying, especially my brain. I need a life. Now.
Posted By Samantha On 08.05.2009 @ 3:59 pm
Still; unmoving. Lifeless, almost, apart from the stale air rattling in and out, on repeat.
Dull and uninterested; uncaptivated. How easily we are sidetracked from the greatest joys and most fantastic wonder of our precious world.
Posted By Samantha On 08.05.2009 @ 12:29 pm
collapse
She collasped to the ground without warning. She surrendered the last bit of her strength to a world that would not stop until it’d drained her of her very will to stand. Upon the only half-vacuumed carpet, she had no will to stand once more. She remain, a collapsed, broken pile of emptyness and failure.
Posted By Samantha On 08.04.2009 @ 8:44 pm
