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life is still. everything is still. stillness is silence and the silence is beautiful in a world of caos. Some say its boring but if you like art do you liek still life? Still is not boring. Still is amazing. I love stillness. Still water. Still life. Still thingsPosted By jasmine On 10.28.2011 @ 10:26 am
It’s cruel, but needed. There’s different types of punishment; you can go to jail. You can be ignored. You can be cursed at. You can be hit. But why be punished? There’s no need for that nonsense. It only brings people down. I don’t see the lesson you learn by being punished.Posted By Jasmine On 08.15.2011 @ 1:03 am
He was near the fireplace, feeling the heat on his skin. He took a sip from his drink, waiting for her arrival. He was nervous, his leg shaking, his hands trembling. He saw the light of the car coming from the window, and his heart stopped, his stomach dropping. He put his drink on the table, and stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. Walking over to the door, he opened, and greeted her with a look of despair.Posted By Jasmine On 08.13.2011 @ 8:38 pm
a palet of your inner artist, your way to express your colors your thoughts and you love for new and interesting things, all you see is the endless posiblity of the blank sheet.. in your mind you race with thoughts and ideas, bringing to life your true thought of the moment.Posted By jasmine On 08.07.2011 @ 6:26 pm
A canvas is white. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. It starts off white and then you can put colors on it. You can splatter them or paint them smoothly. You can put red and blue and green. You can paint a cell phone. You can paint emotions. You can put whatever you want on a canvas. A white blank canvas. Your life is a canvas as well, you can paint your life however you want it.Posted By Jasmine On 08.07.2011 @ 1:09 pm
the core of a tree or something that two people who are in love do. unless someone thinks dirty and thinks its something that could be done for fun, when really it could be a root of a tree or a root of a apple! it could really mean anything. it doesnt have to mean something dirty, does it?Posted By Jasmine On 08.02.2011 @ 4:19 am
The violet sky in the summertime. If only the doctor would have time to come by and whisk me away to a planet where all the people where this one color. We would obviously have a hard time fitting in wouldn’t we though? Ah the things my mind wanders off to when he is no where to be seen. I just wish that it won’t take much longer, he needs me you know.Posted By Jasmine On 07.21.2011 @ 10:39 pm
SHe smiled lovingly at me. Her hair fell perfectly around her face. She had just woken up, but she looked as though God himself had sent her from heaven. “Are you alright,” she giggled. I smiled in response. How could I not be? Everything was going just the way I had wanted it to….until….Posted By Jasmine On 06.17.2011 @ 10:28 am
As the sound of his laughter resounded through the air, I snapped my head back to witness something I haven’t seen in a long while. All I could see was his grin reaching his eyes, with his head snapped back, I could once again… see that beautiful joyous smile on his face.Posted By Jasmine On 06.17.2011 @ 5:01 am
I yawned as I got up from my bed, hearing the usual “chack-a-laka” of the train running loudly along the track. I lived on the country side after moving in together with my aunt, after losing my family. I once lived in the city, where all day long you’d hear bustling streets and honking cars, never once, the sound of a train.
I got up and opened my curtains and leaned my body against the window, staring out into the clear blue skies, wondering how my life could’ve been.Posted By Jasmine On 06.15.2011 @ 2:06 pm
I sat down in the train and watched as the scenery went by. In my mind, I thought, i wonder what Harry Potter was thinking as he sat in his train rides towards Hogwarts. The first year, entering an unknown world which he has only just discovered. And his last year, did he even sit on the train? But entering a place of which he knows, impending doom.Posted By Jasmine On 06.15.2011 @ 2:00 pm
She sat there waiting at the train station. He said he’d be here Jenn thought to herself. She watched as various people walked by, astounded at the diversity that surrounded her. It was such a beautiful place; There was nothing but happiness. People rushed to meet each other, cheering, crying, throwing themselves at their loved ones.Posted By Jasmine On 06.15.2011 @ 2:09 am
i love. and want to be loved.
how do you pronounce this? BEloved, beLOVEed, belovED
“dearly beloved we are gathered here today..” marriage. complicated kind of thing.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
to have cherishable qualities. people love you. what people call others when they die. eek.Posted By jasmine On 06.12.2011 @ 9:48 pm