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must
His clothing had a musty smell to it, no matter how freshly washed it was. It lingered after he was already long gone, leaving me clinging to the bed sheets and pressing my nose into the fabric furniture, desperate to catch one last wisp of him before he disappeared completely from the space.
Posted By Annie On 01.07.2013 @ 3:34 pm
sure
the word slides out of your lips easily because that’s how you reply to everything. it’s not hard for you to say it, but inside you’re screaming no. but a smile is plastered on your face and all you can do is say sure and hope you’re still yourself.
Posted By Annie On 12.30.2012 @ 7:18 pm
shows
i’m not even thinking about what to type about because it shows through my actions. it doesn’t have to make sense as long as you know what it means. show yourself that you’re worth more than what other people think. know that you are worth something, and that you’re wanted.
Posted By Annie On 12.28.2012 @ 3:34 am
now
It’s time. Right now. To live, and breathe and jump and write and sing and dance and if I don’t just let life bowl me over and blow me around in the wind like a leaf in this very moment I may never get another chance ever again.
Posted By Annie On 12.27.2012 @ 6:30 am
fire
it starts in your chest and slowly moves out towards your finger tips. it burns, like something you’ve never known. a deep longing that keeps you hurt but wanting more. a deep burn that feels something like fire, but you think it’s something much more
Posted By Annie On 12.26.2012 @ 2:13 am
The flames licked at my feet, curling around my toes. I fought against another wave of tears as I desperately clung to the rafter. I’d only wanted to help. Now I was going to die and he was miles away.
Posted By annie On 12.25.2012 @ 9:10 pm
actual
i am looking at you, and you stare back at me. you look into my soul and see me for what i really am. i am actually you. you are me and we are only one. i only split myself off because i don’t know who i am anymore
Posted By Annie On 12.24.2012 @ 2:02 am
knows
And he knows that she’ll leave him How could he not? That smile Those lips The way they fought spelled trouble like a broken down car Lost on a highway that was far off In the wrong place And dead Lonely And she knows that she’ll leave him How could she not? That hair Those eyes The way he got defensive when she asked why he never could drink Like even the thinking the thought would break him in half Sending spliters of someone away in a laugh that he imagined in her sigh Some things aren’t meant to be For some girls and some guys
Posted By Annie On 12.22.2012 @ 9:31 pm
scatter
Scattering thoughts flickered across the sunkissed stage and the stalkers told me I had to turn the page and run away from the pain From this place And fly to a new world A new day Scattering notes hit my heart hard and leave trademarks bigger than any scars left up and down my forearms
Posted By Annie On 12.21.2012 @ 12:03 pm
game
“This isn’t a game!” I snapped at him, slapping down my paper on the cigarette burned pool table. His eyes stared back at me, unflinching and giving nothing away. “Who says I’m playing any game?”
Posted By Annie On 12.18.2012 @ 8:53 pm
living
Living away from my family has taught me many things. The value of true love and care, the inseparable bond we share, that blood is thinker than water. What it’s taught me most, though, was that there truly is no place like home.
Posted By Annie On 12.14.2012 @ 9:51 pm
patient
I want to be more patient. But I struggle with the difference between patience and assumed submission. I want to be me, who isn’t always patient because I need to acknowledge my emotional reactions to things.
Posted By Annie On 12.14.2012 @ 7:20 am
I am patient. I am kind. I can be your peace of mind. I am what you love, I am what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try. I’m hiding, I’m waiting, you’ll meet me someday. But until then, my love, be on your way.
Posted By Annie On 12.13.2012 @ 5:39 pm
available
I am available all the time anytime for whatever my friends want. Does this truly exist for anyone? Not really. Everyone nowadays is just too busy to really be available and there for each other. We are all on our cellphones and our computers all the time, nothing ever stops.
Posted By Annie On 12.11.2012 @ 8:17 pm
himself
Why? Why does he always think about himself? Does he think of love? Of memories? Does he ever think of me? I think of him when it rains, when they smile, I’m sure I will still remember him as I walk quietly down the isle. I love them both. I think I do. I think of him most. Is it too far gone? Nothing is left, I guess. I feel him. I see him everywhere. I know he won’t be there as I stroll through the church. I will wear white and blue. The blue is the easiest. I don’t believe he is really gone. I’m sure he is still waiting for me. Should I forget about him? I will. I will stop searching, stop finding, stop thinking. Let him think of himself.
Posted By Annie On 11.30.2012 @ 6:27 pm
library
the library has been the source of so much stimulation in my life. i stand at the front desk, checking in people’s books and you never know who might walk through the door. sometimes, the people i see bring me dread, others give me butterflies. the stacks, oh the beautiful stacks. books just waiting to be opened and devoured.
Posted By annie On 11.24.2012 @ 11:25 pm
hall
the hallway was crowded with faceless people. every one of them had a story, but i didn’t seem to care. all i cared about was the man in the corner. his dark hair and contrasting bright green eyes held mine as if they had known me all my life.
Posted By Annie On 11.21.2012 @ 7:44 pm
satisfy
To satisfy. I think of a little boy, out playing football in the back yard with his father. The boy runs so fast, and plays so hard, just to impress the father that he wants to be.
Posted By Annie On 11.19.2012 @ 9:25 pm
mention
Those few words. Those few sentences. Those few things that can change your live forever. I believe that the littlest things are the ones with the biggest impact.
Posted By Annie On 11.18.2012 @ 4:55 pm
Mentioning something can be life changing. Just a tiny few words or sentences can change you life forever. You wouldn’t think something so small could have such a big impact, or change someone’s life forever. I believe that the tiniest things can make the biggest difference.
Posted By Annie On 11.18.2012 @ 4:51 pm
thought
The thought entered my mind, and woke me like a splash of cold water. Had I? Had I done it? Had I really done what I was only now just vaguely remembering? My heart pounded.
Posted By Annie On 11.17.2012 @ 2:29 pm
institutions
“Our most sacred institutions are in danger!” he shouted. “Our schools, our courts, our churches, our homes, our families!”
Jason and I watched, fascinated as the old man smote the air with his fists, as if fighting off some invisible dragon.
Posted By Annie On 11.17.2012 @ 6:15 am
measured
He measured the coffee carefully, scooping the grounds out of the jar, leveling them off with the back of a knife, and eyeballing the scoop to make sure it was perfect. As he reached the scoop toward the coffeemaker, the dog, lying by the window, spied a squirrel, and leaped for the glass, barking, causing Arnold to jump, and a few flakes of coffee fell to the countertop. Furious, he whirled and flung the knife with a curse toward the dog; it missed, and jabbed into the window casing.
He then gasped, and grabbed the edge of the counter. “That was not a measured response,” he muttered.
Posted By Annie On 11.15.2012 @ 7:24 am
somebody
“Somebody’s been here,” Anna said, pausing just inside the door. ” “Can’t be,” Mac said, as he struggled not to drop the box of books. “The door was locked.” “Locks can be opened.” “For pete’s sake, the house is empty! Why would anyone want to break into an empty house?” “I don’t know.” Anna walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out what had caused the hair on her neck to prickle.
Posted By Annie On 11.13.2012 @ 9:30 am
draw
when you put a pencil or pen to a piece of paper and scribble all over it. sometimes you can draw different things. Once I drew a dog and a cat. Other times i’ve drawn the beach and some other stuff. It can be really fun, or it can suck. It’s really up to you, the drawer. Don’t suck at it because that would not be cool.
Posted By Annie On 11.11.2012 @ 7:27 pm
roar
the sea roars across the beach and I can’t help but wonder when it will stop
Posted By annie On 11.09.2012 @ 2:52 pm
themselves
every person if themselves- a complete person separate to you. Everyone from the person you sit next to in the cafe to the most popular kid in school has thoughts, hopes and secrets
Posted By annie On 11.08.2012 @ 12:57 pm
forth
She went forth through the wasteland as the sun was going down in the east. “Why east?” she thought, but the thought was somewhere far away as the radioactive cloud emerged from the horizon. “Am I dying?” She had another thought, this one stronger and scarier than the one before. But she got no answer to that thought either. Just felt a lack of air. “I must go forth.”
Posted By Annie On 10.22.2012 @ 1:47 pm
raised
Like goosebumps lifted on your arm or razor burn on the inside of your thigh rough and raw raised and reticent you slept and fought and loved and stopped until your heart warmed to the challenge.
Posted By Annie On 10.18.2012 @ 8:01 pm
