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I went to the beach today. My son made sandcastles and my husband got sunburned. I brought my umbrella and didn’t fall asleep; my skin is OK. The water was blue and brown.

Posted By Grace On 06.23.2010 @ 11:34 pm

i absolutely love the beach. my friends and i spend most of our summers there, or at least that’s our most favorite place to be. The best memories take place there, both with my family and friends. I want to live there soooo bad! It’s be amazing.

Posted By Grace On 06.23.2010 @ 7:14 pm

It’s a revolt. There are reds splashed across pristine whites, there are tears staining crisp lapels, there is lonely drenching broken hearts. This is a revolt. Where is the purpose?

Posted By Grace On 06.19.2010 @ 9:47 pm

the act of not having. lacking. for want of. not with.

Posted By grace On 06.18.2010 @ 11:26 pm

love without hate patients with help without need without nonsense without innocents without anger or happiness i am not without

Posted By Grace On 06.18.2010 @ 7:02 pm

Without an end, without a bend. I never lend any of myself. Not to a friend, don’t care to amend.

Without a face, without a place, She was gone, and no trace. Time’s a race, without any case,

I feel without.

Posted By Grace On 06.18.2010 @ 12:59 pm

I took a leap the other day. It was a leap into Mobile Bay. It wasn’t the smartest, but it wasn’t the dumb est, and about it, I have a LOT to say.

I’m grounded for two weeks, but at least I’m alive; and I met a beau ti ful boy with some gor geous eyes.

I hate water and I hate fish. I hate that leap into Mobile Bay, but it all turned out totally okay.

Posted By Grace On 06.18.2010 @ 12:26 am

I took a leap the other day. It was a leap into Mobile Bay. It wasn’t the smartest, but it wasn’t the dumbest, and about it, I have a LOT to say.

I’m grounded for two weeks, but at least I’m alive; and I met a beautiful boy with some gorgeous eyes.

I hate water and I hate fish. I hate that leap into Mobile Bay, but it all turned out totally okay.

Posted By Grace On 06.18.2010 @ 12:17 am

my mother used to spin me around in the water at the beach, dunking me under and pulling me back up, swishing me around and chanting “washing machine, washing machine”.

Posted By grace On 06.13.2010 @ 8:48 pm

I’ve always wondered what people would say about what I look like or what I’m wearing if they absolutely HAD to speak their mind.

Posted By Grace On 06.07.2010 @ 8:49 pm

muse song. it’s the prettiest thing you can see. love it treasure it. watch it with someone you love. make sure to enjoy it, because the night sky is never the same. it changes every night. it’s only going to last as long as you look. open your eyes.

Posted By Grace On 06.03.2010 @ 10:33 pm

Hit the gong. Hard. Loud. Vibrating through my eardrums and hands. The sound flew through the air. Everyone knew, War had begun.

Posted By Grace On 06.01.2010 @ 3:08 pm

clouds pass by, unaware of the mechanic lulling roar that fills my head. i wish i was with you.

Posted By grace On 05.31.2010 @ 9:27 pm

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Posted By grace On 05.30.2010 @ 10:56 pm

Arrows, flying freely, never missing a target. Always landing that fatal blow. Straight through the left eye. See it coming? Now you’re gone…

Posted By Grace On 05.27.2010 @ 1:09 pm

pillars are what hold people and their relationships up. they are the people that you can lean on in you times of need! it is good to have pillars in your life.

Posted By grace On 05.27.2010 @ 8:34 am

the string of pearls scattered to the floor – grandmother’s pearls, gone, rolled beneath the feet of the dancers, pulsating to the beat in the dark club.

Posted By grace On 05.25.2010 @ 7:32 pm

when you tie a string around your finger to remember something important. what would happen if people did this for memories? you wouldn’t have enough fingers for all the string you would be keeping around.

Posted By Grace On 05.25.2010 @ 7:19 pm

attack clash of the titans crash together big bang head on collision bumping into one another ouch painful bandaids medical attention crash to drop something clatter clutter the sound that

Posted By grace On 05.24.2010 @ 10:18 pm

of the titans. that was a pretty good movie. “sunshineee!!” zabe is obsessed with that. It rhymes with flash. Reminds me of lightning. And the Greek gods. Zeus especially…that dude with the lightning bolt is pretty damn powerful.

Posted By Grace On 05.24.2010 @ 7:55 pm

space-ship blasting off at a speed i wish fed children in underground worlds. fire explodes. life is red today in the blaze of smoke. earnest eyes watch. it drifts out and up out and up.

Posted By grace On 05.23.2010 @ 10:59 pm

They carry away my thoughts and feelings, each color glistening in the moonlight. I close my eyes and smile at all the good times and bad times. I close my eyes and smile and think of you…I watch as they all float away..goodbye.

Posted By Grace On 05.19.2010 @ 12:47 pm

The bubbles floated lightly into the air, and we giggled rather childishly at them when they popped. Then Sabina’s face grew serious again. I looked sideways at her. “He was a great dog, Sabina.” I said. “No dog had a better life than him. He had you.”

Posted By Grace On 04.29.2010 @ 7:50 pm

the industry is crazy people are there today and gone tomorrow she never knew this would be her life but since it was always her dream to be a professional songwriter she had to be apart of the music industry

Posted By Grace On 04.28.2010 @ 11:01 pm

Black spit cough ash in my hair and on my tongue. typing with one hand because the end of my finger was sliced in black ink machine. Press on industry.

Posted By grace On 04.28.2010 @ 5:49 pm

When I was little, to pass the time, Daddy and I used to play animal, vegetable, mineral. I used to love this game though I rarely won.

Posted By Grace On 04.23.2010 @ 6:52 pm

Foam was everywhere. Bubbling up and out of the machine like clouds. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know what I’d already DONE. How had this happened? I followed the directions! Sherry looked at me, disappointed. Score one against the rich girl.

Posted By Grace On 04.21.2010 @ 12:48 pm

There was a joyful dog in my backyard. Yesterday I saw it. It was very happy to see me. It was wild. I liked it a lot. I never saw it again, ever.

Posted By Grace On 04.21.2010 @ 10:04 am

i am a castaway on my own island of broken glass my feet are cut up and bleeding the water turns red i look forward to the sunrise but with the warmth comes the pain of the glare in my eyes blind, bleeding, alone

Posted By grace On 04.19.2010 @ 11:17 pm

The force of his stupidity was all she needed to propel her in the opposite direction. Straight into the arms of the Other. For, if what it was with the other wasn’t love it was better than this dumbing herself down to seem happy.

Posted By Grace On 04.18.2010 @ 4:23 pm