Entries By Susanna
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leverage
Being in love was like wobbling on the edge of a precipice. I knew that I was going to fall any second, yet I didn’t try to gain any leverage.
Posted By Susanna On 04.15.2013 @ 1:21 pm
branch
I walked through the woods with slow, even steps. The late October air was crisp and fresh. Each breath felt like a kiss to the lungs. Under my feet, I could hear ruddy orange leaves crunching. Tree branches swung above my head softly, rustling ever so gently.
Posted By Susanna On 04.13.2013 @ 9:43 am
side
I’m terrified of the dark side of myself. It haunts me everyday, waiting round corners, crouching under my bed.
Posted By Susanna On 08.25.2012 @ 3:40 am
swan
Beautiful. Graceful. Symbol of purity. Elegant. What you wish you looked like at all times. Peaceful. Because. You know it.
Posted By Susanna On 04.20.2012 @ 1:02 pm
comfort
The pillow contorts to the shape of my head. It’s comfortable, perhaps too much. I don’t know why i let Adam convince us to buy it. Now i can’t sleep, and i yearn for my old pillow. The one from childhood. I could find both kind of comforts in that one pillow. The smell from home.
Posted By Susanna On 10.22.2011 @ 3:43 pm
My hands grip my notebook. It feels cool and nice. The green clothe covers the whole thing, front to back. if i didn’t have this notebook, i know i would be screwed. Even if my parents got me a new one, this one is irreplaceable.
Posted By Susanna On 10.22.2011 @ 3:33 pm
wanted
we all want to feel wanted, needed and loved. we want somebody out there to want us and need us to survive so that we may feel complete. j
Posted By susanna On 03.18.2011 @ 7:36 pm
figure
the figure stood motionless in the distance. i tried to make it out but before i knew it, it had vanished into the dark.
Posted By susanna On 03.16.2011 @ 8:11 pm
wander
bee
the bee flew by and the flower danced in the wind. she lay on her back staring at the white clouds against the blue.
Posted By susanna On 03.08.2011 @ 7:58 pm
swept
i want to be swept, swept off my feet. to be blissfully in love and have it returned the same. no matter what may happen afterwards i want to be hopelessly in love.
Posted By susanna On 03.06.2011 @ 2:17 pm
final
final. the final word in that final moment. one word to make that last second perfect indescribably perfect, final.
Posted By susanna On 03.03.2011 @ 5:18 pm
specific
be specific. try to know what it is you want in this world. you need to know before you go before you leave here.
Posted By susanna On 03.02.2011 @ 8:18 pm
specific things are hard to find. we spent our lives being vague. trying hard to not specify about what it is we want or are. its hard to be specific.
Posted By susanna On 03.02.2011 @ 8:13 pm
furnace
a furnace warms you, covering you with the heater. Useful, yet mostly brown and rusty. smelling like home. Smelling like boiled water
Posted By Susanna On 01.22.2011 @ 1:06 pm
support
I hate support. I dont like help. I like doing stuff on my own. Though sometimes i do know that i wouldn’t of been able to do something without support, the support of my friends, my family, and other people just in general. I think support can be like moral support, physical support.
Posted By Susanna On 01.09.2011 @ 2:05 pm
sunlight
its bright and warm. something to look forward to but also not to get too much of. when you’re there in the light the warmth fills you’re very soul. its peaceful….
Posted By Susanna On 10.12.2010 @ 12:32 am
startled
startled, i always picture running in the woods and hearing a creature such as a deer, usually nothing, but we still are fearful nonetheless. how many times have we actually encountered something we are legitimately frightened of when we are jogging or hiking? honestly, why are we so afraid?
Posted By Susanna On 03.14.2009 @ 6:46 pm
infant
infants are small. i used to be one, as a matter of fact. i think i was good at being one as well. lately iv’e wanted an infant;not my own but just to hold one in my arms. sometimes i try to remember my infancy. but i find it very hard.
Posted By Susanna On 07.27.2009 @ 3:40 pm
classic
Classic is seven letters and is a genre of music. It is preferred by many mothers for their children to listen to while they’re pregnant so the child is smarter. Classic can also refer to other things such as a hairstyle, clothing, or a personality. Classic is traditional
Posted By Susanna On 03.03.2009 @ 6:34 pm
wildflower
a blue cornflower in a cornfield begins the ripple which will affect the millions of other flowers and weeds waving like tourists in the wind. it pulls through with the strength of thousands before it, moving.
Posted By Susanna On 09.14.2008 @ 2:05 am
