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They were out on the streets rioting, but for what? For all the wrong things. What seemed to be a big deal, really wasn’t – at least not in comparison. In comparison to what, you might ask. In comparison to this broken world and this lack of love. We can get upset about one thing or the next, but if you don’t attack the root of the cause you’ll get no where.

Posted By Haley On 10.29.2011 @ 7:20 am

On any given day, there is something wrong with me – whether it be the storm cloud above my head, or the voices rioting within. Annoyance is thus omnipresent with me, and happiness is anything but constant.

Posted By Haley On 10.28.2011 @ 4:45 pm

Riots are not an effective way to change the world. They usually end in violence and police intervention. The world does not benefit from riots which is why I believe that peaceful protests and boycotts are best. Riots are an increasing problem in the world today.

Posted By Haley On 10.28.2011 @ 4:21 pm

Here I sit, admiring everyone’s individual artistry. Everyone seemed to have these amazing gifts; from piano to physics, I envied their skills. But then I must remember that I, too, have my own skills, my own artistry. But in what? I am not really sure. How is it that we’re able to pinpoint other’s skills, but our own seem so inadequate to us. I know I have my own skills, but the fact that I couldn’t list them to you shows that either they are so much a part of me that I’ve simply stopped noticing them, or that I have yet to discover them or recognize them for the gifts they are. Lord, make these gifts known to me, so that I can use them for You.

Posted By Haley On 10.26.2011 @ 8:11 pm

I have no artistic ability. None. Whatsoever. It’s true. I’m book-smart. Don’t even have much common sense. But she, everything about her is artistic – the way she walks, the way her hair falls perfectly across her defined cheek bones, even the way she pronounces each and individual sound when she speaks. I wish I could be her. But that’s not how these things work. The delegation itself is a kind of artistry, but no one of us is the artist.

Posted By Haley On 10.26.2011 @ 5:13 pm

I hear your name and automatically my attention is drawn. Walking down the halls, my eyes automatically search for you. Something about you, about the general way you are draws me to you. The force of attraction is simply much too strong.

Posted By Haley On 10.24.2011 @ 6:16 pm

Everything was just awakening. The squirrels stirred; the birds fluttered; the flowers opened up. While nature was welcoming the day, people did just the opposite. They closed their shades tight; they hit the snooze button; the burrowed beneath their covers. For some it seemed the great awakening as they welcomed the day, for others it went ignored – at least for another five minutes.

Posted By Haley On 10.23.2011 @ 10:18 pm

Pull me aside. Talk to me. About anything. Other than the pain. Talk to me about the weather, shoes, politics, literature. Talk to me about anything. Distract me from the pain I feel. Awaken me from the nightmare I am living. Please. Please, help me just this once.

Posted By Haley On 10.23.2011 @ 11:17 am

It hurt me to find out that you were into her, even more more to find out momemts later you two were dating. But if anyone else was going to have you, I’m glad it’s her. She’ll treat you as you deserve to be treated. I know I wouldn’t; I’m too selfish. My only comfort is knowing she is better for you than I am, but at the same time that’s what pains me the most.

Posted By Haley On 10.22.2011 @ 12:25 pm

Give me a long division problem – I can do it. Give me radicals, no sweat. Derivatives? First grade. But you, you I can’t seem to figure out. You’re the anomaly of my paradigm.

Posted By Haley On 10.21.2011 @ 1:05 pm

that moment when you realize that everything you’ve ever hoped for has no chance of happening? that you’re held your hopes up high for no reason what so ever? and in the end it only brought you more disappointment that you could have ever imagined possible. yeah, I can relate to that.

Posted By Haley On 10.20.2011 @ 3:54 pm

castle. castling. chess. game. life’s just a game. so don’t take it too seriously. live. laugh. love. be bold. dare to be yourself. who cares what others think. what was I talking about? oh yeah. castles…

Posted By Haley On 10.19.2011 @ 3:16 pm

He built his sand castle close to the water, the tide threatening to pull it down. Here he had access to the best sand, and there was a little risk. Every time the tide would come he’d run out of the way, laughter bubbling from his mouth. Even when the sand castle was taken by the tide he giggled as he began the process yet again.

Posted By Haley On 10.19.2011 @ 2:27 pm

Friends. Friends with benefits. Likes and dislikes. A feeling of understanding between two people. A good word. Compromise. Satisfaction. Giving in. Relationships. Feelings.

Posted By Haley On 10.18.2011 @ 7:12 pm

Is it really possible for something to ever be mutual? Looking at the surface, sure, things might appear mutual. However, if we were to dig down deeper would they truly be mutual? Because we have different backgrounds we come at things with different views, so, even when we say something is mutual it could be a lot more complicated than that. Put simply, it’s mutual, but the complexity behind that point of view, the uniqueness of how each individual got to that single point of understanding is beautiful.

Posted By Haley On 10.18.2011 @ 6:41 pm

I wouldn’t mind so much had the decision been mutual. I mean, hell I probably would have made the same decision on my own, but being told to have this opinion, well let’s just say that changed my mind. It’s my life; you can’t have it.

Posted By Haley On 10.18.2011 @ 4:10 pm

dull im

Posted By haley On 10.17.2011 @ 11:51 am

I should have taken my own advice. I should have known better than to ask him to dance. I mean he’s into me, but I only like him as a friend, even though we aren’t that good of friends. What if he read into it? What if he thinks it’s something more? I just wanted to dance, but I didn’t think it through.

Posted By Haley On 10.16.2011 @ 9:25 am

Compassion can be seen in the eyes. It’s hard to really expression compassion except through being there for someone. You don’t always understand their situation. You can’t pretend to get it. Instead you do your best as you offer empathy and sympathy. and I dont know where i’m going with this…

Posted By Haley On 10.14.2011 @ 8:54 am

Spring. A time of renewal, of rebirth. A time when love begins to blossom and flourish. But it’s winter now and my heart has frozen over. And spring is nowhere in sight to thaw the ice that fills the lonely void in my heart that you left. Come back love, please won’t you? Can’t we start anew this spring?

Posted By Haley On 10.12.2011 @ 2:17 pm

Spring. A time of renewal, of rebirth. A time when love begins to blossom and flourish. But it’s winter now and my heart has frozen over. And spring is nowhere in sight.

Posted By Haley On 10.12.2011 @ 2:15 pm

And the blow came down like an iron fist. It’s not so much painful in physicality but to know that she has abandoned all sense of care for me that stings the most. I know I screwed up, but that was just uncalled for.

Posted By Haley On 10.09.2011 @ 12:05 pm

The mystery didn’t lie in the unknown, but in the known. For he had a past, and so did she. They weren’t concerned with the future, with the unknown; they were concerned with the past, with the known. They desperately longed to be understood. They didn’t want to be a mystery.

Posted By Haley On 10.09.2011 @ 6:48 am

Why do I feel the way I do about this? SO what if you are dating another girl? Good for you. I mean I had my chance with you, you asked me out numerous times and made your feelings known and I rejected you, told you I didn’t feel the same way. So why is it now that I am bothered by your love life not including me? Why do I feel as though it should be me? My feelings towards you haven’t changed. And thus, is the mystery of my emotions.

Posted By Haley On 10.08.2011 @ 7:30 pm

row row row your boat gently down the *throat is slit and blood goes everywhere* :D

Posted By Haley On 10.08.2011 @ 6:17 pm

mysteriously mysterious. I don’t know kwht to write I am running out of time running through a forest mysterious forest of trees and dog shit. and there’s a commercial on the radio about condoms I want some bbq flavored ones I don’t know what to write yet again they said I need a name and email what the hell? I don’t know bleh.

I would blow a lot more people if they made those.

Posted By Haley On 10.08.2011 @ 6:15 pm

Long and prosperous. That’s what the captain had said to me the very last time I saw him. Before he died. I choose to believe he was referring to life in heaven. And I must say they are the words I live by now.

Posted By Haley On 10.07.2011 @ 5:29 pm

Facts cannot exist without a context, nothing can exist without a setting. Somewhere something is taking place and the location can make all the difference. Location, location, location. The time is ticking away. When and where shall we end up when the time is gone?

Posted By Haley On 10.06.2011 @ 5:48 pm

Looking around you wouldn’t think this was the “right” place for this kind of a conversation, but they were beyond location. They didn’t let the setting define the situation. Instead they got lost in conversation, in the beauty of words as thoughts traveled through the air between them, completely unaware of the “inappropriate” setting.

Posted By Haley On 10.06.2011 @ 2:43 pm

What is morality? Can it truly be defined? Everyone would give you a different answer if you asked them about what is moral or immoral. I think the only think that can truly be defined using the term moral is love; if it isn’t loving, it isn’t moral. Watch what you say, be careful what you think, and extend love. Always.

Posted By Haley On 10.04.2011 @ 9:42 pm