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This reminds me of highschool when the teacher would pass out tests and everyone in the class would be on the edge of their seat wondering whether or not they had passed. Normally I was on the positive side of the recieving end but there was always an extreme amount of anticipation in regards to what was to come. Expect the unexpected they always say.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.24.2011 @ 11:51 am

It is a way of telling the past whether it was beautiful or ugly. It shows how human beings have evolved. It is fascinating and beautiful, and sometimes cruel.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.24.2011 @ 7:09 am

The intense moment when you look at yourself and you are proud. For me that is the rarest moment of them all. It is some of the happiest moments you will ever feel and it is worthwhile.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.23.2011 @ 10:42 am

your eyes are intense on my skin. burning and making me wonder. is my gaze intense on you? your eyes aren’t so intense anymore. where did it go? you left it with your love for me. now i’m just waiting. for intensity.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.22.2011 @ 4:55 pm

very important to me. It keeps me alive, it’s like breathing. It is the thing that keeps people together.

Posted By alexandra On 06.18.2011 @ 12:31 pm

i’m at a station. it’s pouring rain. i can’t help but wonder what i’m doing here.. what happened? where did everything go so wrong? when did this start? sigh, i guess i’ll never know. no one will tell me anything; and my mind is a complete and total mess. the trains pulled up now, at this point i’m not even sure where the hell i’m going, but as far as i’m concerned.. anywhere is better then here.

i’ve settled in on the train now, its cold. the windows not open. there’s an old man next to me, he keeps staring. i’ve been told that this train will take me from seattle to california.. i did not think that that was even possible! where will we go? i need to know, this old man has something to do with it.. i’ll know in due time. i can feel it.

Posted By alexandra On 06.14.2011 @ 2:30 pm

a chalkboard is something you write on. They are usually black, but sometimes are green. They have an odd texture. You write with chalk on them. Reason why they are called chalkboards. Chalkboards are amazing! :)

Posted By Alexandra On 06.04.2011 @ 6:43 pm

this day. this hour. this serenity and noise exploding-like entropy. clarity and civil beings aside. we groove.

Posted By alexandra On 06.03.2011 @ 1:19 pm

I’ve been here before. There’s something so familiar about the scent; I can almost taste it. Words flash before my eyes, like writing with torches against a black backdrop while the camera is on a long shutter speed. Just words. No pictures, no meanings. Just words.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.01.2011 @ 1:17 am

Looking through your life, seeing everything that’s ever happened. All the friends you’ve ever had, all the memories you’ve ever made. The mistakes, the regrets. The perfect moments. The romance, the tears. All of it. Right there in front of you. A series of pictures that will never quite do it justice. But enough to spark the remembrance. To keep it alive.

Posted By Alexandra On 06.01.2011 @ 12:49 am

itchy, scratchy. Gross on guys who can’t pull it off/ are ugly. Reminds me of that one guy from that 70′s show…what’s his face. Also makes me think Lt. Dan from Forest Gump….She tasted like cigarettes..

Posted By Alexandra On 05.29.2011 @ 7:49 pm

They wrap around his face, and they’re kind of funny, like trees. Do dads look like this usually? I wouldn’t know, I guess now I do, and they do. It’s kind of cool. Fifteen years without one and and now I know, my dad has sideburns. I don’t like them, but I think I’ll like him. Yeah, I like him.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.29.2011 @ 4:19 pm

i love it in my tea. i pick it in my backyard and sprinkle it in my iced tea in the summer. it is refreshing, calming, and all around of my favorite flavors in the world.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.28.2011 @ 6:15 am

The thief was running but all I could think about was those eyes. I knew those eyes once, but they no longer knew me. Oh how i used to fall into those eyes. I wasn’t even angry to loose the purse because it allowed me to see the beauty in those eyes one last time.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.23.2011 @ 2:21 pm

He was my thief and i loved him for it. Some would say that he stole me but I promise you it is the other way around. As my doors opened I called to me the only one adventurous enough to come after me. I stole him as he stole me.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.23.2011 @ 2:00 pm

Wrath is one of the seven deadly sins. And it seems to be the one I hold closest to my heart. I get set off so easily over specific injustices and inconsistencies. It seems ridiculous, but that’s who I am. And that is my natural reaction.

Posted By Alexandra On 05.21.2011 @ 8:19 pm

garage sell tragedy, louisiana shores, a bird covered in oil, recycle,green, we live in one

Posted By Alexandra On 05.14.2011 @ 2:01 am

i’ve always been puzzled. puzzled about all sorts of things. about the color of my hair, about the color of my eyes, about a lot of things. i’m even puzzled by the fact that daniel meade and betty suarez aren’t an official couple. it makes me really sad. i don’t like to be puzzled. i don’t like to be confused. i like to have the opportunity to know what it is going on. puzzling. puzzled. that sucks to be any of those. to be puzzled means to be fucked. to be screwed. damn.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.24.2011 @ 10:56 pm

my clothes, its a stupid chemical on the table of chemistry that i have no idea about because im awful with chemistry, or maybe that’s ion, but i think it’s iron too. iron bars, iron gates, black iron, i-ron like a rap star. ironious, i think that’s a word. no, eroenous. i can’t spell it but its a word. i know it is. erroneous is what i meant. purple iron. i don’t have any purple clothes to iron.

Posted By alexandra On 04.23.2011 @ 10:33 pm

is icky… too much and too much.eh this fun i’ll just write about this being fun but then that means i didnt follow the directions about writing about the one word that would follow once i clicked go .. eh o well.. u gotta live and let be i guess? right?? umm has it been 60 words yet?

Posted By ALEXANDRA On 04.18.2011 @ 12:12 am

It burned as the strong whiskey slowly flowed down my throat. I’d already had a few too many drinks, but I was the most sober of my friends, and he was nice. We were dancing around a room in which no one else was even conscious, but he held me up as I fell deeper and deeper into my drunken bliss.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.17.2011 @ 9:42 pm

Gasoline petroleum your memory blazes through me burning everything and these years just seem so many imitations exhaust exhaust shame shame. And these years just seem so many imitations turning green. Each like the last they go out past credits on a screen. Markings traceries taste ozone

Posted By Alexandra On 04.15.2011 @ 9:22 pm

A very unfriendly word. The word often reminds me of with very strict rules, and terrible repercussions if these rules are broken. Adolf Hitler, for example, was very severe. It also reminds me of communism, for some reason. It’s a terrible word with many bad connotations.

Posted By Alexandra On 04.13.2011 @ 7:28 pm

fullfilling. sellfish sometimes. it hits you in the face and it’s even a good thing or a bad one. it takes you high and it can pull you apart from yourself.it makes you smile, fight, dream for more, imagine.

Posted By alexandra On 04.05.2011 @ 6:54 am

There are millions of stars in the galaxy. There are millions of people on the Earth. Maybe there is a similarity here. Out there the stars are together waiting to blow up. Are we the same on Earth? Just hanging around until something happens and we blow up? Well, I’m not ready to go anywhere. So I guess i’ll just write for awhile.

Posted By alexandra On 04.02.2011 @ 4:16 pm

purpose… the purpose of life. i think of purpose i think of point. what is the point of everything? well i believe we are all meant to be here and it is a miracle we did. it can’t have just been pure chance. because the odds are WAY beyond ridiculous that is why i believe in god and believe he has a purpose for me he loves me even tho i don’t deserve it!

Posted By Alexandra On 03.31.2011 @ 11:25 am

Percy was organised. Some would say Structured. Everything had a place and eveyrthing was in it’s place, and everything was most certainly clean. That was until one day, after a very hard game of quidditch, Oliver walked into the room, soaked to the bone and getting mud everywhere. It changed Percy’s life forever.

Posted By Alexandra On 03.26.2011 @ 7:41 am

shape is a word with 5 letters. shape is something people want to get into. shape is the size and structure of an object. whats your shape. shape spelled backwards is epahs.

Posted By alexandra On 03.19.2011 @ 11:25 am

almost always I think. almost nothing I did. Nikita friends love spring night horse

Posted By Alexandra On 03.08.2011 @ 8:29 am

here’s an example…me. I am someone who decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t accept it anymore. how do I channel that energy though?this is

Posted By alexandra On 03.05.2011 @ 8:00 pm