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I love the little shells I find at the beach along the coast of Lake Huron. Not the zebra mussel shells that tend to cut the feet of the unwary, but the tiny spiral shells that belong to some creature I don’t know the name of. I love them for that very reason, and because they are tiny and perfect and colored in dusty shades of blue and purple.

Posted By Sarah On 06.19.2013 @ 2:28 pm

just like tumblr. say your thoughts tumbling out of your mind and through your fingers and onto the screen.Tumble through the grass and roll amongst the riches all around you and never once wonder how much they were worth. Just like Pocahontas.

Posted By Sarah On 06.19.2013 @ 10:19 am

I have pairs of shoes, pairs of rainbows, pairs of sunglasses.. Paris, I have paris. The city of love, the city of birth, well, mine anyway… There are also pairs of people, as in German, when they say “Paare”, meaning couples. Back to love I guess. Love.. there’s not much to say about love. It fills you. There, that’s it.

Posted By Sarah On 06.18.2013 @ 11:06 am

I can’t come up with anything to write. My first thought is “Bad things always happen in pairs”, and then I go blank. This is all I have today.

Posted By Sarah On 06.17.2013 @ 12:17 pm

Her arms were sleeved in lace, and looking at it now, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She looked like some sort of old-fashioned actress, and for a few moments I thought I had the courage to talk to her.

Posted By Sarah On 06.15.2013 @ 5:21 pm

I’m sweating, I’m next. I approach the platform. I hear a faint buzzing which grows louder. My body starts to tingle. Suddenly I’m scattered through the air. my body in millions of pixels. It’s over before I’ve barely realized it’s begun

Posted By Sarah On 06.15.2013 @ 3:18 am

THe wrath of God is a very brutal thing. It is not something you can escape from. Hoestly, wrath is sucha strong word that you don’t want it from anyone. It is the worst type of revenge someone can have against you, because they won’t be able to control themselves. They will feel pure an utter hatred against you.

Posted By Sarah On 06.13.2013 @ 2:17 pm

The wrath of someone can be so terrible. They will lash out and give you their absolute worse. The wrath of a human has got to be the worst kind of wrath that there can be. Humans are horrible, terrible creatures. When you make someone angry, their wrath can be so angry that you have no idea how to move forward. You have no idea how to live. You can’t keep going on. It hurts too much to go on. And even worse than wrath, is love.

Posted By Sarah On 06.13.2013 @ 2:09 pm

There was no time left to flee. There were people coming at us; strange, strange people, and I was too scared to do anything about it. What they were screaming was the worst part. Loud. Like sirens, in my ear. He couldn’t hold me close enough. I guess this is where my story starts.

Posted By Sarah On 06.12.2013 @ 7:31 pm

i was never one to stay in times of crisis i ran at the slightest notion of upheaval and you would certainly prove challenging to flee from you would seem foolish for i have already fallen head over heels

Posted By Sarah On 06.12.2013 @ 2:10 pm

I remember feeling my body decompose although it was reproducing new cells each second It wasn’t until yesterday I realized it wasn’t me that was wasting away but you

Posted By Sarah On 06.11.2013 @ 8:19 pm

Of all the deadly things in the world, the decomposers are the worst. There are many good things in this world. Even things that we don’t necessarily like, but they’re still better than decomposers. For example, everyone seems to be afraid, or disgusted, by the reptiles in the universe. Snakes, and lizards, and alligators, and all of the other reptiles. But all of these are better than the decomposers. The decomposers are nothing. They feed on the dead animals of this universe. The decomposers are the lowest of the low. The decomposers are terrible. The decomposers are deadly.

Posted By Sarah On 06.11.2013 @ 3:01 pm

Of all the deadly things in the world, the decomposers are the worst. There are many good things in this world. Even things that we don’t necessarily like, but they’re still better than decomposers. For example, everyone seems to be afraid, or disgusted, by the reptiles in the universe. Snakes, and lizards, and alligators, and all of the other reptiles. But all of these are better than the decomposers. The decomposers are nothing. They feed on the dead animals of this universe. The decomposers are the lowest of the low. The decomposers are terrible.

Posted By Sarah On 06.11.2013 @ 3:00 pm

If anyone can it’s you It’s you that can make me see Make me see that I am worthy of love and of life

Posted By Sarah On 06.10.2013 @ 9:18 pm

The coach screamed at me. My coach is awful. He’s fat. He’s loud. He never gives me a chance to rest. He makes me work and work and work. I never get time to do anything that I want. My coach always gives me such a hard time. He never treats anyone else like he treats me. He treats me awful. He’s terrible. He hates me. My coach is awful. And he’s the reason why I’m swimming for the Olympics.

Posted By Sarah On 06.10.2013 @ 1:55 pm

I felt as though I was the part I felt as though I won you over I felt as though I had it all but it was all a game and I was playing the fool

Posted By Sarah On 06.09.2013 @ 11:05 pm

THERE R TOO MANY FOOOLS I AM SICK OF BEING INTERUPTED IN LIFE BYT THESE FOOLS ALWAYS SLOWING AND REWINDING REVERSING BACKSLIDING NEVER SOARING ABOVE A SLUGS LEVEL THEY R NASY INFILTRATERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By SARAH On 06.09.2013 @ 2:08 pm

There once was a clown that would go and perform for the king. The king was a smart man, but the clown was a fool. The clown sat down and performed his routine for the king, and the king bowed his head in respect for the clown. The clown than stole the king’s crown, and ran away before he could be caught. But the king was not a fool. The king went to the clown’s house and had it incredibly inspected.

Posted By Sarah On 06.09.2013 @ 12:32 pm

I walked through the sea of faces, and felt as though all eyes were on me. It came to my attention, however, I was mistaken I was undetected by everyone Everyone but you

Posted By Sarah On 06.09.2013 @ 2:07 am

The world is alarming. It happens all the time. Just when you think that you know something, the world will turn around and change it. The world can decide if they will change it to make it something good. Most often they make it surprising, or unexpected. Most of the time they make it scary, and bad for you. But you can not be alarmed. You have to stick with it. You have to get through it..

Posted By Sarah On 06.08.2013 @ 7:25 am

my mindset, sometimes. I feel like I’m always all over the place, you know? I can be falling apart, really really falling apart for a few minutes and the next the crisis has been averted and I’m looking at pictures of chinchillas in party hats and feeling like it’s not so bad after all and maybe things might actually work out.

Posted By Sarah On 06.08.2013 @ 12:42 am

a collage is a group or jumble of images that represent an idea, a place, a memory, or something that happened. it can reresent anything, really. a feeling, a thought, or just some pretty pictures. its about what the artist wants

Posted By Sarah On 06.05.2013 @ 11:39 pm

Poor people outside in the cold day and night with nowhere to live. They have no money, and no belongings, only the stuff they can carry around as they get moved from place to place. There are certain church halls/areas available for the homeless to go to get free food/soup/drinks but these struggle to be run and rely on charity and the kindness of others

Posted By Sarah On 06.04.2013 @ 8:52 am

Homeless is a subjective term Although I have a roof over my head Without you here There is no comfort of home I desperately desire your arms For they are my shelter

Posted By Sarah On 06.03.2013 @ 9:37 pm

The sign flickered. This place is pretty shady I said to myself. Hesitating before reaching out for the doorknob my friend quickly jumped right in front of me to head in. She was excited to head into the building, hoping for a night of adventure. I on the other hand was scared but I didn’t let it show.

Posted By Sarah On 05.29.2013 @ 4:03 pm

oblique is a colour but not really the word makes me think i can see through things, like a transparent window, the word just seems so round, the o, b ,q and e its like oblique is a word that should be written in a circle.

Posted By sarah On 05.28.2013 @ 8:30 pm

Her oblique gaze gave little away as she confronted the man across the table. His questions would not receive any answers or at least not the answers that he wanted. Her secrets would remain her own and no one would pry them from her mind.

Posted By Sarah On 05.28.2013 @ 4:21 pm

I dont understand this word. It might mean to dig, to dive down into the dirt that is life. What is life? Should I delve into the meaning of it? or would I get lost in it? I would become consumed by the meaning of this word, and yet I would still not understand. It is because my mind is primitive, because I am human. It is my nature. But is it not also my nature to delve? So many rhetorical questions and not enough answers.

Posted By Sarah On 05.28.2013 @ 5:06 am

Delving straight into my tea and novel Soon I’ll see you again and when I do You’ll be the antagonist I’ll try to save you but I’ll fail Fail as miserably as I did trying to Save myself

Posted By Sarah On 05.28.2013 @ 12:25 am

To delve into one’s subconscious is a dangerous task to undertake. The ideas, beliefs, and fears a person can find may change him forever. Sometimes a person doesn’t have a choice: an event triggers the meditation or you’re required to in order to go back to school.

That second part? Yeah, that’s what happened to me.

Posted By Sarah On 05.27.2013 @ 7:24 pm