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sometimes i wonder if i am going towards the correct path in life. paths. how many do you think you come across in life? it makes me think of the poem the road less traveled by robert frost. there is a fork in the road. you can choose between two paths. if i chose the path less traveled, am i right? who will ever know.

Posted By Erica On 10.24.2008 @ 1:10 pm

the clearness is palpable.iridescent sheaths show under green lines.cells upon cells.

the light shines through, a comfortable idea.

Posted By erica On 10.18.2008 @ 3:37 pm

the bulb was shining brightly in the evening sky, but he had no idea that his life was about to change. As he turned to his wife, he had to tell her the most excrutiating news of her life… their son wasn’t dead, but was in fact, alive. The sun was going down as he broke the news that would shatter her heart and open a once closed wound.

Posted By Erica On 10.15.2008 @ 8:30 pm

proof crime justice wrongs csi fingerprint gun powder phone calls

Posted By erica On 10.02.2008 @ 12:24 pm

wanting is like sexing life, always reaching and aching for something slightly beyond, loving what is yours and what could be yours all at once. The moment we let go of the desire for everything, the sooner we realize that what we have is already more than we wanted, more than we need, and everything that could possibly make us happy. What we want is nothing more than an extension of what we see ourselves to be in the present, and a coming to fruition of what we could be.

Posted By Erica On 08.29.2008 @ 2:24 pm

i hate to ask for anything. anything at all. it makes me feel helpless and stupid and like i cannot do anything for myself. but if someone asked me for anything, anything at all, i’d give it or get it for them in a heartbeat.

Posted By erica On 08.17.2008 @ 9:04 pm

i would like to live in a quaint suburban village of cookie cutter houses and nice lawns. where people are nice or seemingly nice. why i could just ride around on a bike without fear of becoming hit by a truck.

Posted By erica On 08.15.2008 @ 10:36 am

The feathered clouds skimmed the top of the mountains, upon whom feathered creatures, often known as birds, squabbled and cawed at one another. They were never fans of feathered clouds, even though they mimicked their bodies. Maybe because it was too similar.

Posted By Erica On 09.25.2008 @ 8:54 pm

a feeling of great accomplishment in oneself or others, satisfactoin with a job well done, your children and their endevors, a haughty feeling that makes you think your better than another, a puffed up chest, a goodjob, standing tall

Posted By erica On 09.18.2008 @ 5:29 am

I am very entertained when t comes to the jonas brothers i love them 2 death. they are th best entertainers in the world. i am also very easily entertained by the tiniest things which is extrememly funny and that by itself entertains meny of my friends. this game i am playing right now is very addicting as well as entertaining.

Posted By erica On 05.17.2008 @ 8:31 am

I am certain that i had the best time of my life last night at the q concert. Isnt it crazy how we are always so certain of something and then we turn out to be totally wrong. What is certainty anyways. Imean we can’t always be certain about everything then life would be extremly boring. How many times a day do we say the word certain and we don’t even know what we are certain about. I am certain that my name is Erica and that im in tenth grade and im sitting here at this very moment im finished writing about the word certain

Posted By erica On 05.17.2008 @ 7:53 am

an event can be anything from a party, a dinner, special get together or fun fling. A special event to me is my birthday party. It is a special day that i only experince once a year.

Posted By Erica On 04.25.2008 @ 10:21 am

There are so people that i have major issues. wait, scratch that. There is one person who i have major issues with. Hes an old, fattish spanish guy, who always buys cheap wines, and expects to be treated like a king when he comes to my liquor store. I think i finally am able to hate someone. Major ass wipe.

Posted By Erica On 01.15.2010 @ 3:56 pm

ASian people use it to make houses pandas eat it. They are endangered. You can have environmentally sustainable hardwood floors that are made of bamboo. much cheaper probably look just as good. It’s in paintings and

Posted By Erica On 01.12.2010 @ 2:45 pm

i don’t know what this word really mean!

Posted By Erica On 01.11.2010 @ 2:31 pm

The balloon burst and everyone was covered in the water. They were all soaking wet and pointing fingers accusing each other of popping it. She knew it was him but she didn’t make eye contact with him.

Posted By erica On 01.09.2010 @ 6:42 pm

Warmth of the mouth. It’s hot and cool. It’s sweet and savory. It dances on my tongue. Is it a tango? Perhaps, a foxtrot. I can’t be sure, but I know that it’s spunky, yet soothing at the same time. I close my eyes and enjoy it’s silky warmth. Swallowing is the saddest ending.

Posted By Erica On 01.08.2010 @ 4:30 pm

It was dark and the mist was rolling across the streets. Off in the distance a figure in black slinks through the allyways, trying not to be seen. He stopped his face turned down as a couple hurried past. He chuckles slowly then, follows them. Slowly but surely he keeps up with them. He blends into the walls, hides when others walk by. They round a corner and stop at a gate leading to a small town house. They enter the gate and go into the house smiling. The figure in black sneaks around to the back of the house, looks through the kitchen window. He sees the couple in an endearing embrace, he chuckles again, and in the black of the night something shinny and reflective slipped from his coat sleeve.

Posted By Erica On 01.06.2010 @ 4:21 pm

the wind picks up, waves crash over the sides of the boat, spraying the crew with water. They call out to one another. Up in the crows nest the bitter cold winds bits at Henry’s face. He hair is drenched

Posted By Erica On 01.03.2010 @ 8:29 pm

there isnt much in the world to keep people from going insane. There are so many things that people can do, so many things that people can die from. So many things that people cannot control, things that people cannot control. But, i, different, i can shift.

Posted By erica On 01.02.2010 @ 5:30 pm

“Darling” she murmured, placing a hand on his arm. A chill ran up his spine that was almost as powerful as the wrenching fear that shot through him. What was she thinking? As his eyes went to her, though, he could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to reveal him if he didn’t give her what she wanted, and he would give in. He’d gladly sell his soul for the price of discretion.

Posted By Erica On 12.30.2009 @ 8:12 pm

i think people should stop dissing sugar. it isn’t sugar that makes you fat. Perhaps it is, what would I knwo anyway, but really they all think its so bad and it cant be. Its natural, anyway. Fruits and stuff all have sugar, and honey is practically liquid sugar, all golden and sweet…Its like the sound a clarinet makes, you know? Like sound, but on your tongue. Beauteous, I love it.

Posted By Erica On 11.14.2009 @ 6:34 pm

Sweet, eating sugar with my family in our tea…Hot summer days, when you just want something to cool off your tongue. Something creamy. Softness, like pillows. Being so hyped up you cant even think. Children, sticky and covered in artificial coloring, but laughing their heads off. Fair time, heat and animals. Sweet grassy smells. Hot breeze. Chocolate.

Posted By Erica On 11.14.2009 @ 6:29 pm

Ice cream cones. Simple, yellow, fresh. I hated when he said, “Here, I thought of you” and handed me mint chocolate chip simply because I had told him that I liked it. Before. Before he had said, I love you and I had said, god, don’t say that. Why did you think of me? I said that you shouldn’t.

Posted By Erica On 11.11.2009 @ 5:42 pm

Reminds me of high school. Hot boxing a friends room an lighting incense. Staring at posters on the ceiling, talking about nothing and everything for hours.

Posted By Erica On 11.08.2009 @ 9:43 pm

i love the smell of incenses but unfortunatly mu mother doesn’t…it’s so annoying how she tries to run my life even just what i smell. like what the heck its my room! but yes i like all scents of incense especially sandalwood :)

Posted By Erica On 11.08.2009 @ 9:29 pm

fresh baked cookies. lovely turkey-shaped mitts. thanksgiving. family. standing around making grilled cheese and laughing my ass off with good friends. houses, and kitchens. i don’t know. ovens.

Posted By Erica On 11.07.2009 @ 6:13 am

kings and knights use sheilds

Posted By erica On 11.05.2009 @ 1:33 pm

sometimes i play my banjo when i don’t know where to go-oh and i yell what the dilly-o don’tcha know. oh my banjo oh my banjoooo oh my banjo sounds like gold can’t wait to strum my banjo in the winter when its cold.

Posted By erica On 11.25.2009 @ 4:07 pm

A road, but a really thin one, with trees all around. Like in the summer when you’re biking or walking, and all of the sudden you find yourself in this cool green tunnel smelling sweetly of warm breeze and cool leaves. Its a place for lovers to walk down in cheesy romantic movies, but its still sweet, no matter how cliche.

Posted By Erica On 11.17.2009 @ 5:35 pm