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train
the train stops at the station. Passengers get on, but more get off. As the train starts to speed away again, those that got off of the train travel up the steps; up to the streets of New York. The hustle and bustle of the city is much louder up here.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.15.2011 @ 10:30 pm
station
Like a gas station, or maybe a train. You ride the train to somewhere that you’ve never been before, and it takes your mind away to a different place; a place of creativity and of hope. Hope that the future will be better and brighter, but you can never know if it really will be.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.14.2011 @ 11:20 am
embraced
I was once embraced by a man that I didn’t know how to love. Now he is embracing someone else, and I still can’t get over it. I think that is the worst thing that can happen. Fuck the idea that it is better to have loved than lost that….is a lie.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.13.2011 @ 11:20 pm
funeral
It’s dark and lonely when you watch everyone mourn a loved one. You never felt like they were really there at all but at the same time you feel as though they’ll never leave you. And you’re trapped in that sorrow until they chose to release you.
Posted By stephanie On 06.12.2011 @ 2:57 am
I feel like I’ve never lived, until I’ve seen someone really pass away. Not their death, but experiencing others experiecning their loss. Th eonly one I’ve ever really had to talk about was the funeral for a baby, a life not even lived. What do we mourn? The decisions she didn;t get to make?
Posted By Stephanie On 06.11.2011 @ 8:32 pm
rise
Please rise for the playing of the national anthem. Please, rise. Please? It shows respect, sir, for our veterans. Sir, you don’t want to disrespect them, do you, sir? Sir, I mean – No.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.11.2011 @ 8:23 am
all things shall come to live and die. it is the reoccuring thing about life. we do not know if there really is an end, but like a phoinex, we will all rise again.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.11.2011 @ 8:08 am
corner
“Go around the bend, don’t stop No, keep going. Right turn. There, we’re safe. You can relax now, they can’t see us. We’re okay. We’re okay. We’re okay,” It’s a litany. We’re okay.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.08.2011 @ 7:01 pm
forgetting
i don’t remember the things i need to most. it is the forgetting that breaks my heart, stabs my back, and buries me alive. memories are the only piece of the past i have, i cant forget.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.07.2011 @ 9:34 pm
I hate forgetting the important things in life. Even though I try to remember. Forgetting isn’t fair. Why can’t it be possible to remember everything? I wish it was easier to remember. I wish forgetting didn’t hurt almost as much as being forgotten.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.07.2011 @ 8:37 pm
It’s slowly slipping away… Somehow, there was something – I’m sure of it! There was… It was… I can’t remember. I don’t know; I used to know. I can feel myself forgetting. Why?
Posted By Stephanie On 06.07.2011 @ 12:50 pm
painted
I feel complete when I paint… I feel infinte almost. Kind of like that feeling I get when I talk to you. Yes, you. Infinte with you.
Posted By stephanie On 06.07.2011 @ 9:37 am
plaid
commonplace, indie rocker, boa constrictor, lumerjack trees and sweat, pain face intense furrowed brow masculine, scottish bagpipes kilt skirt, corset, dangling earrings
Posted By Stephanie On 06.05.2011 @ 10:31 pm
radio
beautiful sounds coming from a speaker in meaningless orders. something old school that has no real standing in todays society. wood. speaker. radio stations. listening to barbie girl late at night. driving on long road trips. listening to am radio with my grandpa.
Posted By Stephanie On 06.04.2011 @ 9:26 am
limo
long, rides from weddings and rich people, makes dreams come true always fun, friends and people you love riding with you, dreams, driver, relaxing and smiling in the backseat, white with black tinted windows, limo driver wears a black suit and hate
Posted By stephanie On 06.02.2011 @ 11:37 pm
montage
A montage of memories: Of all the happy times we had together. They’re just memories, now. And I’m here, waiting. Will you come back?
Posted By Stephanie On 05.31.2011 @ 8:07 pm
remember
I remember when I lived in the House of Cards. Although it seems many years ago, I can still remember it. The smells, sounds, feelings, and emotions are still as real to me as this present moment. I remember. I cannot seem to forget. No matter what efforts I place forward, I always remember. Always remember.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.30.2011 @ 5:40 pm
sideburns
This guy I once dated had sideburns. I liked them, but he was just stupid. Ugh I hated that guy. Not really. He was just annoying. On community, there’s that guy starburns with the star shaped sideburns. And on scrubs the janitor had mutton chops.
Posted By stephanie On 05.30.2011 @ 6:49 am
despair
I am so scared of what others think of me, of not being love, I find myself crying myself to sleep every night, my soul is full of despair. I just want to be happy, I just want to be free. I just want to smile one more time. I want to be happy for one more second, because I can’t remember the last time I was entirely happy.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.28.2011 @ 3:46 pm
mint
Mint tastes good. Mint cookies especially. Girl guides come and sell us mint cookies every year, I eat the whole box by myself. Shhhh. Can I some now actually? Pretty pretty please? I’m begging you.
Posted By stephanie On 05.28.2011 @ 9:50 am
canteen
Empty, empty, empty. Why didn’t you think to fill it? Now you’re thirsty, and you’ve got nothing. And you’ve got nothing to do but keep going. So, go. One foot in front of the next. Find your own water, and drink.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.26.2011 @ 7:53 pm
A canteen is the thing you drink out of when you’re insanely thirsty in the middle of the dessert. like Indiana Jones, or some really awesome explorer guy. If you’re a bad ass, you drink from a canteen. also army dudes use them alot I hear.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.26.2011 @ 12:04 pm
torch
a guide. light, blinding a person, but opening their eyes to the future. A fiery end to an old building. A love, for someone, brief and bright, that gutters out naturally, but sadly.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.25.2011 @ 11:44 pm
booth
If tooth is to teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? Unfortunately, the world just doesn’t work that way. Who uses telephone booths (beeth) these days, anyways? Poor, poor Superman.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.24.2011 @ 8:05 pm
One time I was driving to and from my boyfriends moms new house and I saw an adult mart. I thought aobut how gross the booths in there must be and I really apprecitated my job. Also I thought aobut why JOn’s mom would be living so close to such a place alought that’s probably irrelevant to her moving considering it’s just her sisters house that she moved into and it can’t be helped really
Posted By Stephanie On 05.24.2011 @ 5:09 pm
thief
This one word can be drawn in so many different directions. At the moment the direction I take is one having to do with love..sort of. Broken hearts I dont think are broken…I feel like the beat is stolen. And I dont know how to get it back.
Posted By stephanie On 05.23.2011 @ 9:01 pm
I feel like a thief, like i’m getting a part of people who loves me, and the only thing that I am doing is disappointing them, and I dont wanna do that, I love them… I’m a bad daughter, I wanna change, but I’m to lazy to do it…
Posted By Stephanie On 05.23.2011 @ 3:02 pm
wrath
Oh, I won’t forget you. I remember. I remember everything. I remember everything that you did. Everything. Don’t deny it now, it’s time to face your sins. You’re out of chances.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.21.2011 @ 4:51 pm
God’s wrath. It’s what we deserve, and yet we find it each day tempered by grace and mercy. It is astounding to me that God would pour His wrath on His own Son rather than on those who actually deserve it. Here is the beauty of grace, and the wonder and mystery of perfect love.
Posted By Stephanie On 05.21.2011 @ 11:28 am
