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A blustery storm. many people only see the destruction it leaves, but if you look closely the destruction it brings hides the way that a single tornado can bridge relationships which have been long broken.

Posted By Anna On 03.27.2013 @ 1:56 pm

A windy, beautiful, powerful phenomenon of nature. Shows the true nature of things, because it can break things, but ultimately it will bring a community back together.

Posted By Anna On 03.27.2013 @ 1:54 pm

Watch out its going to get ou the dog he is behind your drooling down behind you as you walk here is a bat quick hit him with it or we will bot die. its a good thing im looking out ffor you or else we would ever make it. also remember that letter i recieved in the mail last wek? Islt said somthing about abgolden sachel…do you have any idea what thats about.????

Posted By Anna On 03.20.2013 @ 5:06 pm

I am pained by my life. I am pained by my love life. He says, “I love you” I say, “I know” But I don’t love hime back Not at all. If I tell him his heart will break Mine will break for him. Mine will break for pain for him, his will break for pain.

Posted By Anna On 03.19.2013 @ 1:36 pm

I have no idea what covert means, perhaps jealousy. jealousy may be the single cause of the destruction he has put me through. In which, covert has a very bad meaning to me and I don’t want to write about it because the thoughts of my mind are dark and upsetting. They always are without him. I think the word I was thinking about was covet. oh well.

Posted By Anna On 03.16.2013 @ 9:47 pm

Idk sounds like oval but at the same time it does not It’s like we are over but we’re drinking tea in the end

Posted By Anna On 03.15.2013 @ 1:49 pm

That blasted, no good thief just ran off with my money. I was turned the other way,talking to the doorman and before I knew what was happening, the doorman was shouting at the thief and I was running 90 mph after him. I ran until my legs felt like rubber. That blasted thief is fifty dollars richer and I am fifty dollars poorer.

Posted By Anna On 03.14.2013 @ 5:44 pm

Many tales are told about the forest of the west. Horror stories that scare little children, and make them not venture out to far on their own. The children’s parents do not know if the tales are because their parents had also told them the same when they were younger. And everyone was frightened to venture out into the forest to debunk the tales.

Posted By Anna On 03.11.2013 @ 9:40 pm

Tales had been told about the forest that lies in the West. Horror stories that frightened little children and made them weary to venture out too far. The Children’s parents were not sure if the tales were true or not because their parents had also told them the horrors that happened in the forest in the West.

Posted By Anna On 03.11.2013 @ 9:33 pm

she was a withered soul and all she could do was cry. day and night, all day. what can come of crying? she could mend herself, maybe even help others see that they can pull themselves out of a hell they had no choice but to fall in, but it was common knowledge that no matter where she went, they all knew she was withered.

Posted By anna On 03.10.2013 @ 7:04 pm

There was an ad in the paper today. The bookshop in the corner space next to the mall is looking for workers again. They don’t seem to be able to keep people there very long.

Posted By Anna On 03.06.2013 @ 7:13 pm

knock knock who’s there? boo boo who? Aw don’t cry baby welllllll knock knock jokes are for babies. I hate when my roommate doesn’t knock with other people especially when I’m changing. Be polite. Knock. It’s really not that hard guys. have some freakin’ respect. thats all I’m saying

Posted By Anna On 02.27.2013 @ 7:52 pm

I love embellish. Its a way to express yourself. Its a way to show who you are. You can use embellishments and not be afraid of what others think. embellish. embellish.

Posted By Anna On 02.24.2013 @ 3:17 pm

take one letter away and you’re failing. that feeling when you’ve lost control and are spiralling down to the rocks beneath – clutching madly at the air in the hope that it will somehow become a tangible thing and lift you back up to safety.

Posted By Anna On 02.18.2013 @ 5:04 pm

sometimes, when I’m tired, all I can think about is how hard my life is. It doesn’t matter whether I’m tired through having fun, or through doing things that I love…. when you are hit by a level of fatigue, the world seems to become your enemy. How does the body manage to convince your rationale brain that things are so much worse than they actually are?

Posted By Anna On 02.17.2013 @ 9:51 pm

I am fatigue after I was so intrigued with my colleague watching a football league while eating the tits-bits though the clock had ticked.Out clique won by the blitzkrieg! Let’s kick!

Posted By Anna On 02.16.2013 @ 11:02 pm

growing up i had always admired my father. he was a strong, intelligent man. at times he was hard, and unavailable, but weren’t all fathers? i admired his military service, and often i blurred the truth with lies about how many medals he had recieved. but that was then, and after i entered the early years of my adulthood i realized he was nothing but weak, trembling coward.

Posted By Anna On 02.08.2013 @ 6:27 pm

I wish I could think like my mother. She thinks and analyzes and makes connections. Ones I never could imagine in my maddest thoughts. Thinking has never been my strong place. I simply do without the thinking.

Posted By Anna On 02.05.2013 @ 3:32 pm

Separates the soul from the heart.

Posted By Anna On 02.03.2013 @ 1:36 pm

Pictures plastered of a past that once was mine. Who is that girl? Who is that man? I’ve seen them before. I see her everyday in the mirror. But is it me? No, it can’t be.

Posted By anna On 02.03.2013 @ 1:32 pm

A person’s features do not make them what they are. A person’s features make them what we see them.

Posted By Anna On 01.31.2013 @ 7:56 pm

I don’t want to speak about the word written here. It is too much for me. Really. But if you want to know more… Maybe someone else speaks.

Posted By Anna On 01.26.2013 @ 12:55 pm

I looked ahead, to the future. The future that seemed straight and orderly and perfect. And I knew that that wasn’t what i wanted. Not what I needed. I needed uncertainty.

Posted By Anna On 01.26.2013 @ 6:43 am

When I am sleepy..I would cup my face and listen to the gently melodious song of my inner heart.As if I could hear the voice of birds chirping, tweeting sweetly to my ears, then gradually both of my eye lids twitch and close …I listen and listen till I found myself lie on my own arms and waking up having numbed fatigue.

Posted By Anna On 01.24.2013 @ 9:07 am

Sound of the waves crashing on the beach. They sooth me as i gently lull myself to sleep. I lay on the hammock, Listening. Hearing. Loving. The sound of the waves.

Posted By Anna On 01.18.2013 @ 3:02 pm

Sweep the hall of my mind Sweep it of my worries Brush the dirt up off my thoughts Let imagination run rampant Feel the breeze coming through the corridor The spring winds refreshing everything.

Posted By Anna On 01.16.2013 @ 1:51 pm

brush your teeth and then sweep the blood away from the sink and don’t forget to sweep the blood on the bathroom floor, kill it with fire don’t think just do it it smells like iron you’re not afraid

Posted By Anna On 01.16.2013 @ 12:44 pm

“That is *huge*.” Xavier said, staring blanking at the rather large cardboard box I’d just lugged into the room. I grinned, “I know, right?”

Posted By Anna On 01.15.2013 @ 1:43 pm

Size is relative. Does it really matter? Of course it does. The size of our bodies, the size of our love, the size of men’s penises. What the most important type of size, the one that really matters, that’s the question. Well, I guess that depends on you.

Posted By Anna On 01.15.2013 @ 11:46 am

The end is a very interesting concept. It is always looming in our minds. I think so much so that in our world today we have taken ahold to a custom of live for the moment, or you only live once. We are always aware of that our time is coming to an end, and we feel the need to make the most of what we have – like right now as my time is running up…AHHH!

Posted By Anna On 01.14.2013 @ 2:30 am