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hated lied hurt love need to be happy. i trust you with my heart. why do you keep breaking it. i loooove you. i trust you with my soul my thoughts my heart. trust is scary. trusting people make you lie. i try not to trust. trust.

Posted By Holly On 03.30.2011 @ 10:16 pm

The first thing I think of is clocks. I love my digital clock. I live off that thing and checking what time it is. Everything is becoming digital now. It’s nice and convenient.

Posted By holly On 03.28.2011 @ 10:32 pm

It’s a generation. Our lives have been taken over by phones and the internet. When was the last time you read a book under a tree with the sun beating down on you? If you’ve done it recently, the chances are it was on an e-reader, so don’t even think about answering yes if you own a kindle.

Posted By Holly On 03.28.2011 @ 1:16 pm

The audience rose to their feet. The childrens play was wonderful. The Christmas story went on with out a hitch. Mrs. Leri was very relieved to see that her twins, Bobby and Bo didn’t fight or miss one line. After all they had practiced every night for a month, seemed like a year betwe

Posted By holly On 03.27.2011 @ 1:41 pm

I wander around. In the dark. In the light. I just do. I enjoy it. Constant movement, I think is key. I can’t sit still for too long. Its hard. I love wandering around watching people. Taking in their mannerisms and physical characteristics. Its amazing to me how we are so much the same but so individual at the same time.

Posted By Holly On 03.14.2011 @ 9:39 pm

flying yellow and black like honey make honey sting people are cute and fluffy mind their own business..live in hives ive never been stung…they’ve little feet and like flowers and nectar

Posted By Holly On 03.08.2011 @ 1:05 pm

never let a boy control you or let him tell you what to do or who to hang out with cause chances are when everything falls apart with him the people who have been there from the start will no longer be there. don’t chance it cause it’s never worth it in the end, never

Posted By holly On 03.04.2011 @ 9:12 pm

Its not random, its not unknown. Never a mystery. Not a group, not a bundle. Not a thousand, not even two. No one else belongs, because this one is Specific.

Posted By holly On 03.02.2011 @ 8:48 pm

my friends and i are college students at residential college, and we eat at the same table pretty much every day. we have two dining halls, but we seek out different but distinct tables at both of them – and sometimes we get upset when someone else is sitting there at our normal time. not angry, just annoyed. it makes us feel like a cult.

Posted By holly On 02.26.2011 @ 9:47 am

tables are so straight. theyre just there. the world needs tables, but the world also needs a lot of things. i was kind of hoping for a different word that i wuold be more passionate about besides tables. but no, i got tables. stupid tables. life is stupid, just like the stupid tables. i dont understand anything anymore. how long will this let me write? i dont know, but i am liking this right now because i have no one else to talk to. well, i do have someone, but i shouldnt talk to them about tables, or this, or anything, or whatever ,because i will fall flat on my face.

Posted By Holly On 02.25.2011 @ 8:49 pm

He was a gray old man. His hair was white, and his eyes a piercing bright blue. Those eyes always seemed to smile at you, despite the wrinkles and the deep worry lines surrounding them. He always had a story, the barber. A story of the war, of his children, or my very favorite, of how he met his wife. There’s nothing more beautiful than that story.

Posted By holly On 02.24.2011 @ 11:26 am

an old man that knows a lot about the world. Gandolf Dumbledoor NOT Harry, or his dad, or Snape, or voldemort

Posted By Holly On 02.20.2011 @ 7:41 pm

is soft, comforting a sheep socks maybe a blanket

Posted By holly On 02.16.2011 @ 4:16 pm

a microphone is something you speak through, or sing through. i have a small microphone that i plug into my computer to record harmonies with myself. i don’t do it too often though because audacity doesn’t always work. when i was in year 11 a boy kicked a micrphone out of my hand whilst i w

Posted By holly On 02.13.2011 @ 11:52 am

Into the valley of the shadow of death rode the 600… A cavalry charge of brave men and horses. Those horses electrocuted at Newbury won’t be charging anymore. Being part of a charge is exciting wind in your hair flying past your ears, the pounding of hooves filling your ears and the elation of being part of something bigger than your self.

Posted By Holly On 02.13.2011 @ 10:23 am

sharp pointy thing that helps you do thing and hurt your sister :) its sharp so it hurts NEEDLES!!!!!!!

Posted By HOLLY On 02.11.2011 @ 5:01 pm

There e are standing in a square in theheat we must be in Cairo part of that rev0lt. How did we get here? No idea – not egyptian why are we int he suagre why havent we come home. Caught up in someone elses war. Why are they revolting all these emotinal people all around me? What drives them? what is their motive? Do they feedl down trodden what is it about their life that has brought them here?

Posted By Holly On 02.11.2011 @ 8:52 am

Revolt, to not go with the norm. to create something different. I don’t really know the word, but it’s okay. Six letters two syllables. The world rolls off your tongue, soft and sweet. The color of the word this rose pink, makes me happy.

Posted By Holly On 02.10.2011 @ 5:22 pm

This is not really one word, I think… hmmm. Seems cheating to just mush two separate words together to be more specific… Now what?

Posted By Holly On 02.01.2011 @ 2:34 pm

print popping up on my screen. words you have to say that i don’t want to hear and have heard so many times i could stab you. imprint, print, tattooed, on my skin. a part of me, a chunk of something, someone going, someone gone. New words, new prints.

Posted By holly On 01.30.2011 @ 7:18 pm

it never ends, like a wall, like the universe, like my love for you. like a field. or a friend. the sky, not the end. forever

Posted By Holly On 01.20.2011 @ 11:59 pm

sigh all she did was sigh inside and out all day long longing for support that was no where to be found but it was her own damn fault she drove them all away especially him she didn’t deserve him anyways fuck this she thought i am independent and beautiful i am lovely and strong support my ass, i got this and she left and she ran away then she woke up and discovered she was all alone.

Posted By Holly On 01.09.2011 @ 7:55 pm

Success is happiness. Happiness is harder to define than success. If happiness is the same as success, then we can only define success by what makes us personally happy, therefore, how can someone tell us how to succeed? And tell us when we have?

Posted By Holly On 01.03.2011 @ 6:35 pm

Her reputation was tarnished when she was caught in the supply closet with her boss on Monday afternoon. Her co-workers snickered behind their hands at her every time she passed them by.

Posted By Holly On 12.28.2010 @ 3:53 pm

when things are right in front of you but you chose to overlook them. what youve been looking for is right in front of you it was obvious, but you overlooked it for whatever reason, could be fear or something greater.

Posted By holly On 12.25.2010 @ 9:27 pm

i’ve always wanted one they are really neat and cool looking and have a vintage feel to me they look fun to use and type stuff with i just really really want one. :)))))))

Posted By holly On 12.18.2010 @ 7:15 pm

I have a really lousy temper, unfortunately. Oftentimes I’d like to kick people… man, sometimes that sounds like a lot of fun. Hmmm… kicking people. There are plenty of people I’d like to kick. Really hard. Of course, since that isn’t socially acceptable I can’t. Damn society. This sucks. A lot.

Posted By Holly On 12.12.2010 @ 9:07 pm

Spike was a guy who liked all things spikey. he would sit about all day, fingering the end of his favourite fork and dreaming of a true trident. he could often be found by the police gates, trying to climb to the top just to marvel at all the lovely spikery of the sharp-topped, cold metal poles.

Posted By Holly On 11.30.2010 @ 4:52 pm

The diagram on the blackboard in front of me seemed utterly and hopelessly unhelpful. Life was on the outside of these walls. It was waiting, waiting for me to escape. I could learn love. I could learn hope. I could learn more than just the science of this silly junk.

Posted By holly On 11.28.2010 @ 4:07 pm

A closed mind. Trust me I have had my share of that. My parents. My peers. Even myself. I propose we put a stop to it. Open up. That is all that is needed. I can do it. Can everyone else? Let’s hope.

Posted By holly On 11.27.2010 @ 4:47 pm