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A hot and sweaty room filled with all kinds of people screaming the same lyrics with different meanings.

Posted By Anonymous On 05.15.2013 @ 9:12 pm

you make me feel celestial, like a fucking cloud because I’m pretty sure I’m made of heavenly stuff when I’m around you.

Posted By anonymous On 05.11.2013 @ 5:20 pm

A meteor dropped on the Statue of Liberty, and chaos ensued. Everyone either blamed Al Qaeda or Russia. You were required by law to blame at least SOMEbody who belonged to one of those boxes.

Posted By Anonymous On 04.30.2013 @ 11:53 am

enemies are bad. they stab u in the back. but they also teach u life long lessons and help u realize things about yourself that you never knew unless you come across your enemies. they know how to push your buttons and make you angry. dont let them.

Posted By Anonymous On 04.29.2013 @ 1:26 pm

He pulled away from her hand. He never experience anything like it before, like a small spark flew between them as if he were electrocuted, an feeling that until that point only seemed really in those cheesy tv movies. However, because Elise didn’t seem to notice the electricity he did he quickly brushed the thought off. It must be the static in the air or something…

Posted By anonymous On 04.26.2013 @ 6:18 pm

He said it under his breath. But she was an expert in mumbling. So she heard every word. In fact, the mumbles resonated more than clearly articulated words did. They were more honest. They were more real. She knew that such an honest statement deserved an honest response. So, she looked at his eyes. Then looked into them. She admired his eyelashes. Then his lips. And she kissed him. And then gazed straight into his soul. A gentle, honest moment

Posted By anonymous On 04.16.2013 @ 7:40 pm

These make-believe bricks have slowly started to accumulate. They stretch over my head now. The ‘hole’ that I’ve accidentally dug for myself has gotten… out of hand, you could say. Now, how am I to dispose of them all?

Posted By Anonymous On 03.22.2013 @ 2:01 pm

What if I’m forever alone? What if I’m never satisfied with those around me? I feel guilty I feel like I haven’t done enough to really appreciate them I feel like I’m with the wrong people but really they’re the best people.

Posted By Anonymous On 03.19.2013 @ 11:56 pm

it is what it is. it is what you think, when i say to you it will never end. It is my love. It is you. Oh, i guess, we will never know what it is. Because, if this is the question, our life is shiken that will never end and we will learn a new thing about it every and every next day.

Posted By Anonymous On 03.13.2013 @ 1:14 pm

A movie director, someone who is hard working. Such as someone who has created the Titanic, or Avatar. So Steven Spieldberg it is. A director is not something I would want to be in my life. I can’t really direct anyone. Not even myself.

Posted By Anonymous On 03.13.2013 @ 12:49 am

Find me confidence. Be what I can not be. Instill your need to cherish, What we understand to be free. Love me like no other. Fight our battle again. Live until you stop being, My one and only friend. My heart is your heart. No need to find another. It beats like the sound of feet. I miss my mother.

Posted By Anonymous On 03.02.2013 @ 7:34 pm

I conjured up a story in my mind. We were in love. It was as real as anything I had ever know. In front of that lake, our spell was cast. The most perfect kiss. Nothing, not a single thing could be changed to make it more magical. I conjured up our love.

Posted By Anonymous On 03.01.2013 @ 2:12 pm

what the fuck knock on a door i don’t know knock on wood that’s superstition leprechauns and stuff knock over buildings knock knock who’s there jokes lot’s of jokes so many knock knock jokes knocking knock sounds and looks so strange after a while.

Posted By Anonymous On 02.27.2013 @ 10:57 pm

When getting to this website I saw the word was grasped, I kept refreshing and refreshing and refreshing Trying to find a different word getting stuck on the word grasped was hard. The word grasped has such a horrible impact on me. I couldn’t dare to write about it. Refresh, refresh, refresh. Grasped, Grasped, Grasped. It never left so here is my writing to whom ever reads it on why I didn’t write about grasped.

Posted By Anonymous On 02.19.2013 @ 6:07 pm

The elephant lifted its foot. Flat. The watermelon was flat. It terrified me to think of what was coming. The clown, shamefully underdressed without the orange wig or makeup, placed his head beneath the massive animals foot. I gripped the armrests, afraid for him. With a simple word the elephants foot came down and back up. The clown stopped moving. Flat.

Posted By Anonymous On 02.13.2013 @ 2:14 pm

Thinking is one of the humans best abilities it sets us apart from other creatures we have the power to interact, think, brainstorm, and live our lives with much intelligence!

Posted By anonymous On 02.06.2013 @ 7:39 am

I guess I’m told I think too much. I think about good things like stuff I’ll do in the future and my future as a famous writer or whatever I end up becoming. But I think about bad stuff too. Stuff like what it’ll be like when my parents are gone or if anyone would be sad if I just disappeared. Stuff like what the world would be like after a war or if I could rise up to an occasion when I am needed to. I’m usually disappointing myself in my mind

Posted By Anonymous On 02.05.2013 @ 9:53 pm

Asking questions. That is how we think. We think by wondering about something, seeking for something to make sense. We try hard to imagine the possibilities. But then we stop. Because we are weak of mind and character we stop at the possibilities and never take the thoughts to the end. If we did, we would find the truth… and the truth will set you free.

Posted By Anonymous On 02.05.2013 @ 1:00 pm

These system that I am caught up in… They cage me, I am a bird meant to soar yet these cages… oh these cages. They have trap doors and written laws, tricking these birds that the cage is the way.. yet I know, I know.

Posted By anonymous On 02.02.2013 @ 9:13 am

The balloon was swollen with air the day before, but now hung limp and wrinkled taped to the wall. The guests had gone and so had the spirit of the party.

Posted By anonymous On 01.31.2013 @ 10:37 am

my heart opens up i swell with joy i look at you then and i start to enjoy what we had i never realised how in love we had been

Posted By anonymous On 01.31.2013 @ 4:14 am

To speak or not to speak. Speaking is thinking through words. Speaking is clearing your mind of all baggage and getting the word out there. Speaking is power, life even. If you can’t speak about what you want, then how do you think anyone will be able to hear your thoughts. Speak through your actions, and what you do will leave an impact others might not be able to achieve. Speaking is important to get what you want. If you’re left in silence, then don’t expect anyone to listen. Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don’t say it mean. If speaking is too hard or difficult, then shut your mouth. Negativity isn’t something that everyone wants to hear. Be who you are through words. Express yourself through sound, through words, through your voice. Be what you can achieve, but achiev it through speaking.

Posted By anonymous On 01.27.2013 @ 10:09 am

Responsibilty, the one thing I don’t have. Responsibility, the thing everybody needs. Be responsible! Well, I’m not.

Posted By Anonymous On 01.25.2013 @ 11:00 am

LOL, my friends like to sing, dance and pretend they are in a musical. Sometimes I wish I was just okay at singing so I could join them….

Posted By anonymous On 01.23.2013 @ 7:46 pm

I must have been crazy to stand so close to the edge of the volcano, but Cory had given me very good incentive. The fact that he was dangling my puppy over the lip was all the reason I needed to be there. If it weren’t for the overwhelming heat, I would have gotten there with all my faculties intact. As it stood, I wasn’t ready for a fight.

Posted By Anonymous On 01.07.2013 @ 2:26 pm

GAME He whispered in my ears that it was our little game then he tugged at my shirt Was i ready? he kissed me so evidently i lost all my thoughts I was high off the moment Sex? Was i ready? Who cares. Then we played our little game He silently kissed me all over making my body tingle I loved the feeling of his touch He then slipped my bra off and sat there in awe that my 34 C breasts were so perky.. Then it was my turn to strip him, I slowly moved from my back to on my knees and then lifted his trousers and boxers off It was then i knew our little game had begun

Posted By anonymous On 12.18.2012 @ 5:11 pm

It scares me. Beyond all measure. Beyond all thought and comprehension. I am terrified. You can’t save me, and you say that you can, but you’re a liar and you don’t understand. No-one understands, no one ever understands. I am afraid of my mind.

Posted By Anonymous On 11.28.2012 @ 7:44 pm

Whenever I think of a square, I think of one thing and one thing only. The end of our human race. Why, you may ask? I have yet to figure this out myself. But one day, when we all disappear due to the mystical power of an overpowering square, you’ll all thank me for sharing this little nugget of knowledge

Posted By Anonymous On 11.23.2012 @ 12:10 pm

It is too late to tell my mother about all my pain. I have cut myself and as hard as i try to tell someone i just cant. My life has gotten too far into the pain and now i rely on it and cant get away.

Posted By Anonymous On 11.22.2012 @ 12:04 pm

Satisfy. Satisfy my sexual hunger. Satisfaction. Satisfaction. What satisfaction can’st thou have tonight? Really though what satisfaction canst though have tonight? Will it be your nicotine craving? You can satisfy that. Or your hunger. Hopefully you can satisfy that. Or your need for speed, racing down the 126 high way at 90 miles per hour. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Posted By Anonymous On 11.19.2012 @ 9:16 pm