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Everyday I feel as if I am on a stage. Each movement is part of a performance that will be judged by my audience, the world. It causes me to constantly have butterflies in my stomach and make everything perfect.

Posted By Amanda On 11.01.2010 @ 8:57 pm

We went on a adventure through the forest. The adventure included my interesting encounters with unknown creatures. Our first encounter was of a crawling animal. It had no teeth, but a long tail.

Posted By Amanda On 10.30.2010 @ 8:32 pm

It was the first time she’d ever been on one of his adventures. She wasn’t even sure why she had told him yes. Perhaps she was finally bored of her old life. It’s not like she ever did anything. Went to work and came home, and maybe now she was actually fed up with all that. Up ahead the path turned and Rose couldn’t see Henry anymore, but for some reason it didn’t scare her. And that was an adventure all in it’s self.

Posted By Amanda On 10.30.2010 @ 5:51 pm

Missed, it was such a simple word but at the same time held so much meaning behind it. Saying I missed you wasn’t as easy as it should be, not when I was saying it to him. What if he didn’t return the missing? Then I looked like an idiot and he would probably realize I loved him rather than just liked him in a friend way and that was something he should never ever know.

Posted By Amanda On 10.28.2010 @ 7:29 pm

I love being at the beach shore. It’s such a great experience. Love the sand and the noise of the water crashing onto the shore. It’s amazing.

Posted By Amanda On 10.26.2010 @ 7:01 am

the shore was filled with sea foam and sea shells galore as waves splashed upon its surface and small shell creatures hustled and bustled about in the sand.

Posted By Amanda On 10.25.2010 @ 7:17 pm

And the whiskers from days were still there as he gave me his final hug. As my grandfather laid in his chair and slowly drifted into a peaceful “sleep,” traced the place where I would always feel those whiskers…

Posted By amanda On 10.21.2010 @ 2:37 pm

I wear a costume, everyday, to try and hide from what you say Behind my mask, behind these bells, I’m living, breathing, my own dark hell

Posted By Amanda On 10.20.2010 @ 9:22 pm

My kitchen table has a box of Kleenex, a bowl of sugar and a plate of cookies on it. It would feel like home if my roommates weren’t fighting and if we actually are dinner together at the table. I miss the sound of silence which is now filled with slamming doors.

Posted By Amanda On 10.19.2010 @ 6:27 pm

I fill my table with words, until they start sliding off the other end. My words are my thoughts, slipping, crowding, and sliding away, until I’ll have nothing left to add. And then my table will fall.

Posted By Amanda On 10.19.2010 @ 4:17 pm

The table sat there unknowingly a co-conspirator to the note that he had left. It felt as if the whole world had stood still from the first time she saw it.

Posted By Amanda On 10.19.2010 @ 2:48 pm

Like an octopus I go through life reaching I need to succeed in everything But can do nothing Because I reach every which-way I stretch to thin And with the touch of a needle I split

Posted By Amanda On 10.18.2010 @ 12:42 pm

I sat down in the seat next to the woman with the white hair. She smiled at me and asked me if I had change for a twenty. When I shook my head No, she smiled larger and said, “It’s all right. I didn’t think you did. But it never hurts to ask.” She then proceeded to tell me that she had gone a lifetime without ever asking anyone if they had change for a twenty. I thought this was funny, but said nothing.

Posted By Amanda On 10.17.2010 @ 1:55 pm

Twinkling little wonders in the night sky captivate my attention as my fragile fingers wrap around the telescope in the brisk summer twilight. It’s astonishing how such heavenly bodies can connect two people of such a distance by means of a simple landmark.

Posted By Amanda On 10.16.2010 @ 7:58 pm

His sweater wraps around my fragile body, as though the warmth and comfort of his presence were in the room.

Posted By Amanda On 10.15.2010 @ 3:30 pm

I once saw a bear when I was attempting a forced-approach landing in a field, near Winnipeg, Manitoba. It looked like nothing but a black spot bouncing around in the field, until we approached it, and it was just HUGE!

Posted By Amanda On 10.14.2010 @ 10:55 pm

I can feel you through the sheet yet I can not feel your warmth. There is just a tiny bit of fabric between us but it makes a bigger difference than one would think.

Posted By Amanda On 10.13.2010 @ 3:04 pm

There are so many different interpretations for the word “sheet”. One could be rolling around in the sheets with the one they love. You could also say that sheets of granite are quite heavy and expensive, but beautiful.

Posted By Amanda On 10.13.2010 @ 12:10 pm

Flannel is soft, and makes crinkle sounds when I roll around in them in the morning. They keep me warm in the crisp winter nights, and cool in the light summer nights.

Posted By Amanda On 10.12.2010 @ 8:18 pm

Flannel, little squares of symmetrical lines flowing up and down a shirt, dress, tie, or many other things. It gives a feeling of hard work, comfort, roughness, and stability.

Posted By Amanda On 10.12.2010 @ 2:43 pm

Bring me to the sunlight I cannot walk alone Bring me to the sunlight I can’t make it on my own

Walk with me, my dearest friend, Until I walk no more, Then lay me down softly In the sunlight on the floor

Posted By Amanda On 10.11.2010 @ 9:40 pm

I knew it was morning when I was woken up by the rays of sunlight escaping through the blinds. It hit just the right spots and I could see your beauty as I awoke.

Posted By Amanda On 10.10.2010 @ 11:32 pm

The chatter.

It never ends. It clogs my brain- it IS my brain. Too much chatter, so many voices. I can’t keep track.. Words I can’t follow.

Too much chatter.

Posted By Amanda On 10.09.2010 @ 10:55 pm

I’ve been left here, to live alone. To die alone. I’ve been left behind. To live for myself. To die for myself. I’ve been left… and I’m so alone. I’m left… and I’m sorry.

Posted By Amanda On 10.08.2010 @ 11:22 am

I’ve grown. I suppose I’ve always been growing, and I’m not quite done- but I have grown. It wasn’t something I could measure, or keep track of, but now that’s it’s happened, I can’t see how I could’ve missed it.

Posted By Amanda On 10.07.2010 @ 12:18 pm

Wait a minute, I already had this one. How does that work, anyway? I already wrote about Tallest, the Almighty Tallest, and it’s saying that I get it as my word again? That’s INSANE! You would think they would give me a new word! or is it because I already wrote something on this and THEN got a username?

Posted By Amanda On 10.07.2010 @ 10:44 am

never the tallest. never the shortest. never the best. never the worst. never the prettiest. never the ugliest. never the loudest. never the quietest. i lead a life of mediocre. i am mediocre.

Posted By Amanda On 10.06.2010 @ 10:00 pm

The tallest tree stands proudest. It must be strong, for it has seen. It has seen how easily those who give in to the world fall. It was seen our ways, and understands. It must be strong, or it, too, will fall.

Posted By Amanda On 10.06.2010 @ 12:23 pm

We walk along, cheeks flushed and noses cold, smiling blissfully as our fingers interlace. the leave rustle as we kick with each step, bringing music into our lovely autumnal world.

Posted By Amanda On 10.05.2010 @ 9:28 pm

I walked to his house once. It wasn’t all that far, just across town. I wasn’t exactly supposed to be there, because my parents had forbid me from it, but he was happy to see me. I pretended to fall asleep on him while we watching Bourne Ultimatum. He kissed my head when he thought I was asleep and told me he loved me.

Posted By Amanda On 10.05.2010 @ 7:36 pm