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The curtain went up and all of us were standing there, just staring and blinking in to the bright light. It wasn’t laughter that any of us were expecting, but that’s what we got. We were there in our finest Sunday clothes – nothing like the best available, of course; our mothers made do with what we had – but all it provoked was hilarity, not admiration…or what we all wanted: adoration.

Posted By Anne On 05.21.2013 @ 2:16 pm

Gold glow of street life. Humanity’s beehive. People art.

Standing man….. walking man…..

She walked – the brilliant colour ribbon of thoughts skimming across and leaving…

She looked up and saw skyscraper-grey.

Posted By Anne On 05.16.2013 @ 6:27 pm

loom. i am not really sure what this word is. loom? like loom a basket? can you loom a basket? i think thats just weave but i am not sure loom is something like that though. but i really have no idea what it is haha fjlk

Posted By anne On 05.10.2013 @ 10:58 pm

it dissolves quickly. the life. friends dissapears when you become cronically ill. what to do. life dissolves like the alcaseltzer in my glass.

Posted By Anne On 05.02.2013 @ 1:41 am

Its coming. The summer ensues with birds and happiness.

Posted By anne On 05.01.2013 @ 2:28 am

We all have enemies. big stupid monsyers evil bkeastards take our enegy and time fight fight.

Posted By anne On 04.30.2013 @ 4:26 am

the dashboard was caked with dust, dusty with time and far too many travels. it’d had seen more history than most likely would in their entire lives. it had been witness to entire lives and whole stories. Everything from baby food to motor oil had been smeared across its front, and never had it seen a day of armoroil.

Posted By anne On 04.09.2013 @ 12:28 pm

To music, every word burning. The lyrics speak my truth, as if Bob Dylan or Joni Mitchell were here in my living room, narating my life. Feeling every note in my toes. As if they were written for me in this moment.

Posted By Anne On 03.24.2013 @ 3:08 pm

In the kitchen, dancing to the AM Radio. Unique and outside of my mind, I love my boots. Splashing through the garden, inhaling the scents.

Posted By Anne On 03.24.2013 @ 12:30 am

The terrain was dry. Cracks appeared in every direction I looked like the wrinkles of an ancient being. Everywhere I looked, was desserted. No buildings. No people. No animals. Not even a plant. Where was I? Without any common sense, I walked forward or was it backward, who knows? After walking for what seemed like hours, I suddenly realised I could hear a faint hum. Straining to hear, I tried to recognise where the sound waa coming from. I closed my eyes. Slowly, I edged my feet in the direction I could hear the strange noise. Louder and louder.

Posted By Anne On 03.09.2013 @ 10:43 pm

to instill a sense of fear into one’s enemy simply hug them in the face with spikes in your armpits. Then whisper solemnly, “goodbye lover”.

Posted By Anne On 03.02.2013 @ 8:28 pm

Bleeding is painful. Physically the loss of what makes us live weakens one. Mentally it can mean the loss of who we are or the small, painful loss of a little happiness.

Posted By anne On 02.26.2013 @ 10:22 pm

Her dress was embellished with rhinestones and eccentric designs of every type of exotic flower imaginable. She did a little twirl and the crowed fell silent with awe and jealousy, not only because of her gown, but because of her natural beauty and radiance. She was glowing with perfection, from her nose to her toes.

Posted By Anne On 02.24.2013 @ 7:45 pm

flat can be boring. Pancakes are flat but they are good. This is freaky watching the time time down. Flat can be my life, or my pillow

Posted By Anne On 02.13.2013 @ 5:43 pm

Chopchopchop. Prices in half. Prices in quarters. Paycheck doubled tripled sold. To the highest item. Bidder? Seller. We sell things so people can buy things so we can buy things from people who sell things. Infinite loop of things unneeded things made by us.

Posted By Anne On 02.07.2013 @ 1:23 pm

Chopchopchop. Prices in half. Prices in quarters. Paycheck doubled tripled sold. To the highest item. We sell things so people can buy things so we can buy things from people who sell things.

Posted By Anne On 02.07.2013 @ 1:22 pm

Why would I hide? Who am I to be ashamed of myself? I choose to be this. I choose to be someone I don’t want to be. I choose to be alone. Should I change my mind? I would if I could. But I can’t. I choose this. I choose to be like this.

Posted By Anne On 01.18.2013 @ 2:22 am

I choose to alone. I choose to be someone I am not. I choose to give up. I choose to let down everybody else. How can I do this to myself? How I can choose things that I don’t want? Simple. I choose this.

Posted By Anne On 01.18.2013 @ 2:06 am

Theres a list. A list of things to do. There usually is. I call this list my procedure. The drill. It usually consists of endless, prepetual and painful tasks. Everyday I have to partake in my usual procedure. If not, the job won’t get done. If the job doesn’t get done, then I get reprimanded. If I’m reprimanded, then shame is placed upon me. If shame is placed upon me, the guilt builds up. When the guilt builds up, I loose attention. When I loose attention, less tasks are being completed. When less tasks are being completed, I built up anxiety.When anxiety builds up enough, I get depressed. When I get depressed, I don’t partake in my usual procedure. That’s why it’s important to keep a procedure at hand for if you don’t, you may end up a sad, lazy and unsucessful. Then you can write about it.

Posted By Anne On 12.24.2012 @ 7:31 pm

what is it really? do we think of it as an something that is physical? or rather just a thought that lays in our minds? it’s nothing that can be put into any category, but rather it’s up to each or his own

Posted By Anne On 12.24.2012 @ 1:56 am

I have an object in my hand and it starts with the letter H. I have not a clue how it came to be in my hand, but as I understand it I have many uses for it. It has only one purpose, but I can’t use it for that reason.

Posted By Anne On 12.02.2012 @ 6:37 pm

l’action de se lever de faire ce que l’on veut dans la vie, le fait de s’élever plus haut que tout et nimporte quoi afin detre vraiment a la hauteur de nos attentes. rise cest aussi de nos emotions, le fait d’évoluer pour ne plus faire d’erreurs dans nos vies

Posted By anne On 11.29.2012 @ 1:56 pm

I’d like to be over my ex. I’d like to not depend on my parents. I’d like to feel good about myself again. I’d like to feel like myself again. I’d like to be happy.

I’d like to make myself happy.

Posted By Anne On 11.25.2012 @ 5:55 pm

And he drew. I only say his eyes twice, mirroring the sketch on the easel. With such precision he drew.

Posted By Anne On 11.11.2012 @ 6:35 pm

Teaching is the most beautiful thing humans have done. It’s sharing thoughts and information, and to all those who teach, I salute you.

Teachers are the most generous people on earth, whole-heartedly sharing what they know to the future generation.

Thanks a lot to those who never stopped teaching! -Anne

Posted By Anne On 11.07.2012 @ 6:43 am

I was raised a blue collar girl. I was taught that to achieve anything, you have to work for it. Hard work merits success. It’s as simple as that. My parents raised me the right way, instilling in me the value of good, honest work.

Posted By Anne On 10.19.2012 @ 9:22 am

“Bury him.” His mustache tickled my cheek. I’d prepared for this moment since I first dipped my toe in the political waters as a young woman. Now here I was, about to face my opponent face to face for the first time. “Bury him,” my strategist repeated. Thus began my first debate.

Posted By Anne On 10.16.2012 @ 8:32 am

I wish that I was happy. I’m not. I’ve tried to be happy but I can’t. I thought I could but I’m not. Happy is just not achievable. I guess it never was.

Posted By Anne On 10.07.2012 @ 5:03 pm

There were the signs I suppose I suffered from weak knees as a youth I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when it gave out, and with it my dream- My dream of swimming collegiate The life I’d always wanted

Posted By Anne On 10.01.2012 @ 11:35 am

They always say there’s a new beginning. But when does it begin? We’re constantly bombarded with “new beginnings,” Where do they start? You can’t begin without having ended first. But no valedictorian is going to tell 200 wide eyed graduates that their days of frivolity are over. They’ll just say it’s another new beginning.

Posted By Anne On 09.21.2012 @ 8:26 am