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i once saw a movie with the word eternal in it. i didn’t believe one minute of the film. eternal love, eternal sorrow, it’s all bullshit. nothing lasts. people move on, love crumbles and fades away, even that scar you gave yourself “that one time” will face brush off like all of the endless cells on your body do.

Posted By talia On 03.13.2013 @ 10:47 pm

i returned it to you. maybe bent, maybe banged, but i gave it back. you continue throwing this piece of history in my face as if you haven’tasked for it over, and over, pounding into my brain “get over it get over it” just to throw it back “come here, come here love” love. love? love returned.

Posted By talia On 03.08.2013 @ 10:42 am

little silly lamb ambling on through the pasture. why do you follow man so willingly? because he leads with a long stick and a strong voice? because on your hind legs you amount to half of him? don’t you realize that your halfing body provide his life with all that it is? your wool clothes him, your milk feeds him, do not let him reduce you to nothing.

Posted By talia On 03.05.2013 @ 8:48 am

Achieving what you have been longing for. It’s finally in your hands. It’s finally tangible. Not just a dream.

Posted By Talia On 02.19.2013 @ 1:00 pm

Due to the winter conditions of falling snow, school would have a two hour delay. Hopefully, tomorrow is no school.

Posted By Talia On 12.17.2012 @ 8:58 am

I determined to go to the play today, unless you have to pay to go in. I guess I’ll just go home.

Posted By Talia On 12.13.2012 @ 8:24 am

My presentation is to be presented on the 17th of December.As for right now I didn’t even started.

Posted By Talia On 12.11.2012 @ 8:55 am

In the past, when i was in 5th grade i had an assignment to make my own board game.My board game was called “Blast to the Past”.

Posted By Talia On 11.29.2012 @ 8:56 am

He had mention she was going to be here at this time.I still wasn’t surprised of was she told me.

Posted By Talia On 11.19.2012 @ 8:55 am

Everybody has loved the song “somebody I used to know”, that had come out recently in 2012.

Posted By Talia On 11.13.2012 @ 8:54 am

I have a major test this Monday in social studies.

Posted By Talia On 11.08.2012 @ 8:54 am

The unfolded note was on the ground when she had found it. Her fingers had unfolded it, scared to what it will say. Her eyes knew she was done reading, she dropped the note on the ground, running back to her house.

Posted By Talia On 11.06.2012 @ 9:00 am

She had seen so many steps upon toward the door, she had to hesitate before she went up.You knew she was scared, but everytime she opened the door the steps had kept reapeating.

Posted By Talia On 11.02.2012 @ 10:41 am

There was a little girl named Emma and she wanted to watch the movie called “Step Forth”.

Posted By Talia On 10.23.2012 @ 10:38 am

Some at work ask for a raise but when they ask their boss they already said “You just did got a raised”.

Posted By Talia On 10.19.2012 @ 9:55 am

The door had opened with a loud bang, my mother and I had been taken away as hostages in the civilize years of my early ages. As for my brother he had been taken away from the civilize people who don’t care.

Posted By Talia On 10.17.2012 @ 10:12 am

The book was on the upper shelf on the upper right side of the room.

Posted By Talia On 10.15.2012 @ 10:48 am

covered but covering what? who knows? the only way to find out is to remove the cover and see? but what will happen if I remove the cover? will I open up the horrors of the world like pandoras box?

Posted By talia On 09.02.2012 @ 12:20 pm

The wanting to escape from this Hell hole. How the things we have in this life but yet, it’s never enough we want more. Unable to cherish the good things we already have. We’re savages, greedy, and selfish creatures. It’s the sad pathetic truth but who are we truly? This image that people have of us its it truly who we are? The wanting and longing for something so much more, but it’s just to far to grasp do we accept this fact?

Posted By Talia On 08.14.2012 @ 10:00 pm

The wanting to escape from this Heel hole. How the things we have in this life but yet, it’s never enough we want more. Unable to cherish the good things we already have.

Posted By Talia On 08.14.2012 @ 9:56 pm

lying on a stretcher, looking up at the sky. bleeding from some place below. there is shouting and movement, but all you can see are clouds and an edge of darkness. oh, look. a bird flew over you. the darkness creeps closer and the shouting is suddenly very far away. goodbye, clouds. goodbye, bird.

Posted By Talia On 07.18.2012 @ 2:21 pm

I can’t stop ruminating over the motion in which we let our bodies come togethe

Posted By Talia On 07.02.2012 @ 1:44 am

motion is something i fear. the everchanging, never safe, constant progression. no limits, indeed, but also no groundings. no place to call home. i would rather be stationary in a safe place, but bored, than in motion in potential danger, but excited. we don’t see things clearly, after all, until they stop moving.

Posted By talia On 07.01.2012 @ 8:15 pm

short-live unfinished thoughts interrupted images or feelings never enough time bare like our relationship we were brief bare unfinished short-lived interrupted

Posted By talia On 06.12.2012 @ 9:29 pm

I thought this said runaway so I’m going to write about that word instead because I prefer it: A runaway is this little girl named Freya who likes strawberries more than anything. She has to be all dirty with torn up clothes and a curse because what else would she be running away from? Her self confidence is shit but a good love story will always fix her up. Unless she dies in the end.

Posted By Talia On 01.21.2012 @ 12:50 pm

I can’t taste it – Only feel that smooth, slick, sleek, sliminess slurping down my throat. It only lives in textures and the mean things it inflicts on skin. It tastes like nothing, like lollipop wrapper skins, whatever those are. I swallow it up, whole, like fucking onion paper. Mmm, there. I guess my duty is done. Onto the real food, that chewy, crispy, goddess goodness.

Posted By Talia On 01.10.2012 @ 4:20 pm

Lily of the valley is that beautiful flower, but it represents the more tragic side of life. Death is what it represents and we all think that is a tragedy. Yes, because you don’t rise from it. Necessary but devastating. There is only so much readiness you can have and it will never fully predict what will come in the future.

Posted By Talia On 01.08.2012 @ 2:53 pm

This is what I tie around myself to contain that firm emotion of “I am not a home maker.” I can’t let it spill into my cookies or cupcakes because then they won’t taste any good at all. I keep my feminist (human equalitist) ideals out of this and proceed with caution, mixing like this really is the biggest of my worries. They taste the best this way, you see? That’s Martha Stewart’s trick.

Posted By Talia On 01.05.2012 @ 3:13 pm

In the trunk of my car, that’s where I keep the goods, girls. Bags of nailpolish, stacked up high and filled with Vogues. I’m like the Mary Kay lady because my car is so pink, bringing all of the little girls racing to me, fast on Cinderella heels. I fill with them with the lessons of my kind, that girls can like girls can like boys can like boys.

Posted By Talia On 01.03.2012 @ 5:33 pm

The bridge to terabithia was a terrrible book that i didn’t feel that I could finish. It was incomplete – a childhood mess without the lessons that older literature often find within those black and white words. I preferred the one about the dog, Winn Dixie – he was more human to me in his doglike ways. Even so, we are all symbols, aren’t we. We are the Jesuses and Mohammeds of this new society.

Posted By Talia On 12.30.2011 @ 8:05 pm