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shown
The amulet was shown to all of the people in the theater, but none of them could manage to fix the shattered orb in the center.
Posted By I On 10.19.2012 @ 3:35 pm
trap
you can’t move, breath and can’t escape. Your in the center of nowhere and can be isolated from others. You have no choice but to stay.
Posted By i On 08.02.2012 @ 6:54 am
stunning
stunning. youre stunning. and you also. i dont know why. i just started talking to you today and i couldnt stop staring at you. exeis megalwsei. maresei poly. mareseis. gamw. /?
Posted By i On 11.23.2011 @ 3:00 pm
combination
combination. we combinate, or we TRY to combinate our lives together. but does it work? no. i have school. you have too, but you never show up. i feel like i am trying so hard, and you don’t want to combine us. please. we could be one.
Posted By i On 11.03.2011 @ 12:15 pm
boiling
Water is boiling and it. I’m boiling some water to make potatoes and eggs, love to make spagetti but hate when the water over flows and spills over, Love to stand over a pot of boiling water and clear up my sinuses it works really great. Don’t know much to say so i’m going to write my name
Isabell Navarro
Posted By I On 08.03.2011 @ 7:01 am
radio
My radio is on all the time. I get annoyed if they play the same song over and over again, so I flip channels all the time. I need the variety, I guess. Short attention span. I love my ipod though, it’s all my favorite music.
Posted By i On 06.03.2011 @ 6:08 pm
backpack
Once there was a backpack that was brown and pink and had little daisies printed on it. It belonged to a little girl who used it for school and carried her books and colored pencils in it. One day she was on the bus, wearing a cute pink dress and brown rubber boots. A boy was sitting in the seat behind her drinking chocolate milk and she thought it wise to inform him that drinking on the bus wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t to happy to hear her telling him what was and wasn’t allowed, so when the little girl turned back around he poured his milk into her cute little backpack!
Posted By I On 06.01.2011 @ 3:14 pm
coward
lafaard bang klein varkentje die niet op het ijs durft te staan omdat ie bang is om erdoor heen te zakken en dat de boer hem dan niet terug zal vinden. dat denk ik. maar dat komt vooral omdat het woord op koe lijkt en dat ik toen aan dieren dacht, dus aan een varken.
Posted By I On 02.10.2011 @ 11:41 am
mist
there was a mist as i walked through the dark forest and as i walked along i felt the earth damp and moist beneath my already tired feet. the mist left a humidity on my skin and it clung there enveloping me .
Posted By I On 08.24.2010 @ 10:28 pm
remember
remember? again? really? give me something new please. i should pee. I should go to bed. I should quit smoking. I should stop loving so much. much. it hurts. no one gives back. only
Posted By i On 01.31.2009 @ 6:17 pm
holy
“holy shit, are you serious?” she replied, wide-eyed, mouth agape. she nodded, but didn’t say anything for awhile, clearly listening to the person on the other side. she sat motionless, attached to her seat
Posted By i On 04.08.2010 @ 5:49 pm
reward
golden, and shiny. hold your breath for it. but it passes just as quickly as that breath. you’re like a puppy.
Posted By i On 03.21.2009 @ 11:12 pm
blossom
blossom.. i don’t know how i feel about blossom. it’s so flowery. i can only think of pink flowers. or white lilies. im just waiting for itunes 9 to download. so god bless, i hope one minute works. im actually done but there’s more time. zomgz.
Posted By i On 09.11.2009 @ 5:47 am
cigarette
i smoke inhale let it sink in deep deep within my cavities i watch as he does the same lights it lets the match burn down to his fingers all the while that damn cigarette hanging out of his mouth so alluringly
Posted By i On 09.01.2009 @ 5:56 pm
constant
I don’t think there’s anything particularly constant in our lives except for that fact. Nothing remains. We forget, we remember, we live by someone else’s rules. I’d like to believe we love too. But we stop loving too, so fast and so sudden. It’s weird. To me that’s not normal at all.
Posted By I On 08.31.2009 @ 3:42 pm
misunderstood
I prefer not to be understood, it may be more challenging to live with, but gives me a greater sense of self. That i am me and no one has to understand that. Why do poeple strive so hard to escape the curse of being misunderstood? No, it is not the confusion that may be aquired with it, it is the labeling, our own mind’s fram that strives to understand everyone, that steals the voice and purpose of the misunderstood.
Posted By i On 04.08.2009 @ 7:31 pm
evidence
she never expected to see it again. it was hidden behind the refrigerator. now she’d have to deal with the truth. again
Posted By i On 09.30.2008 @ 1:11 am
asking
dont ask me why i keep on asking myself why. i dont question myself, i just want to know why. you would too if you were me; by in a constant state of confused asking. asking myself why it has to be. asikg myself, why cant i role my tougue?
Posted By i On 08.21.2008 @ 1:36 am
proud
i am not, i am not proud of me even if sometimes i feel like i am i really shouldn’t.
Posted By i On 09.21.2008 @ 3:58 pm
plus
maths is logic, life should be maths. life could be maths, create new formulaes and find out their results, expand, solve, find x, conquer problems practice makes perfect
Posted By i On 05.26.2008 @ 4:00 am
plus the freedom, minus the guilt double the depression it all works out, equals life. maybe addd point worry, plus one forget
Posted By i On 05.26.2008 @ 3:55 am
certain
spotlight
i love being in the spot;light well at least i used to but niw not so much
Posted By i On 11.23.2009 @ 11:37 pm
outlet
i wanted an outlet to bring me what i needed but it has failed. its not like i expect anything mindblowing when i go to one and i dont really like crowded and big places this thing is not for me i can say
Posted By i On 01.29.2010 @ 1:01 am
wine
i love wine, red red wine, the taste and how it does with me. delicious, i made homemade wine too:) my dad and aunt are always on top of that.
Posted By i On 10.02.2009 @ 8:07 pm
gem
gem looks nice. i never had one though. i’d be nice to look at one once in a while i suppose. or give someone one.
Posted By i On 10.27.2009 @ 9:32 am
toy
a small wooden horse, lay ther in her room, in a darker corner, almost under her bed, next to her drawers. I think thats how she lived most of her life; a pretty, painted free spirited horse, part of a tree that was never to grow. hidden in the corner of her big messy world, staring at a streak of sunlight, a ray she longed to touch.
Posted By i On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
