Entries By jess
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belief
belief is what we are here for. God made each one of and he wants us to believe, the world has forgotton how to believe, and i wish it would remember
Posted By jess On 06.18.2011 @ 10:29 pm
what i hope for, what i hope the world has, truth, destination..knowing that its real..one cant doubt everything or else what is the point of hope? we all must have beliefs, and together we need to believe
Posted By jess On 06.18.2011 @ 10:26 pm
wonder
Her hair was spectacular as it fell to her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Free from its high-up, gelled confines, sleek blackness fell to frame her petite face and give a distinct womanliness to Elora that Base had never seen before.
Posted By Jess On 06.18.2011 @ 3:05 am
I wonder what would happen if we all stood face to face and looked each other in the eye and told each other how we really feel about ourselves and our mistakes and who we are and who we want to be, and if we would all say the same things or if we would all be surprised by what we heard, and if we were surprised, if we were justified to be surprised.
Posted By Jess On 06.17.2011 @ 2:15 pm
beloved
beloved makes me think of my favorite aunt. when i think of someone loving me i think of her love and joy and that makes me happy.
Posted By jess On 06.12.2011 @ 8:00 pm
rise
The sun rises, and in the same way
I will rise.
The fatigue of despair is oppressive, like a narcotic, and we are junkies, but we get high to forget what the real sun looks like and if someone will just give us a chance
we will rise.
Posted By Jess On 06.11.2011 @ 3:03 am
corner
There she was, standing on the corner. It was a rounded corner, not so much square like many corners are these days. She thought to herself, I think I will trade in this round corner for something more angular. So she did. “It’s not me, it’s you,” she said to the corner as she walked away. And it was good.
Posted By Jess On 06.08.2011 @ 4:21 pm
forgetting
i tend to just push the bad things that happen in my life out. i dont know why its so easy to forget.
Posted By jess On 06.07.2011 @ 12:32 pm
painted
the words danced around my mind and the flowed out thorugh my fingers brushes my fingertips slid across the canvass colouring the page words trickled and paint ran from my heart and into the world.
Posted By jess On 06.06.2011 @ 10:09 pm
plaid
simple. fasion. movement. ideviduality. popularity. lumberjack. hobo. famous. comfy. statement. oldfasioned. new era. love. home. unique. class.
Posted By Jess On 06.06.2011 @ 10:21 am
chalkboard
teachers use chalkboards to teach students without speaking. chalkboards are hard to clean. chalkboards are used to write on with chalk.
Posted By Jess On 06.04.2011 @ 9:27 pm
backpack
A backpack. Full of memories and ideas. What can it hold? Pain, forgiveness, just about anything. A backpack full of truth or lies. On a hiker’s back. On a student’s body. Containing secrets or just writing utensils. What a frggin’ backpack.
Posted By Jess On 06.01.2011 @ 5:56 pm
montage
When I see a montage i think.how did it get there?who made it? a montage represents so much beauty that this world has to offer. it can express the artists feelings through pictures instead of words. montages are absolutely enchanting to look at and say alot about a person. they are greattt :) the time taken is amazing.
Posted By jess On 05.31.2011 @ 7:33 pm
remember
My earliest memories are all of me being left behind or hurt, scraping my knee or fighting for attention. Now my recent ones are about love, friendship, acceptance and fun. I had no idea I felt this way until this exact moment and it makes me very happy.
Posted By Jess On 05.31.2011 @ 9:47 am
Remembering is tough. Sometimes remembering hurts. Sometimes it brings happiness. Something you want to forget something you remember but you can’t and that makes it so much worse. Sometimes. You actually want to remember. The good things. The lovely things.
Posted By Jess On 05.31.2011 @ 12:45 am
sideburns
He smashed through the doors looking for him. Just an hour before, he learned his wife of ten years had cheated on his best friend. Outraged, he searched the bar for those stupid sideburns and those cowboy boots. There, in the corner, he saw the man who betrayed him.
Posted By Jess On 05.30.2011 @ 11:02 am
mint
Summer days lazing around in the park…by the river maybe. A little breeze to take the harshness off the heat… Cocktails and salsa at night in bars…
Posted By Jess On 05.28.2011 @ 10:39 am
minty gingham tops are cute and lovely on spring days, peach trees blossoming, autumn leaves falling, mint, mint, minty flavour of gold and red and all sorts of wonderful saccharine things.
Posted By Jess On 05.27.2011 @ 4:54 pm
canteen
The canteen is always filled with busy minds and watchful eyes. So hard to evade their piercing stares. Look away. They don’t know you, you don’t know them.
Posted By Jess On 05.26.2011 @ 2:31 pm
pretzel
I watched him as he picked awkwardly at his still steaming pretzel, small crystals of salt littering the front of his plaid shirt. We used to do this all the time as kids, drowning our tween sorrows in chocolate milkshakes and giant wads of processed dough.
Posted By Jess On 05.22.2011 @ 7:31 pm
thief
She stole my heart. The thief. She stole my heart and then I stole her wallet. Seems fair.
Posted By Jess On 05.24.2011 @ 7:44 am
wrath
hatred. ‘feel my wrath upon you you lowly peasant’ reminds me of my mother. spiteful. classic Dickensian
Posted By jess On 05.22.2011 @ 3:51 am
domestic
He slapped me in the face without any hesitation I stepped backward banging into the door, “That’s what you get you dumb whore.Never try to leave me again.” I begin to cry as David catches my wrist and kisses me. “I’m sorry, just never leave me ,Promise?” I shake my head trying to pull away from him. His nails dig deeper into my skin leaving bruises along my wrists.I fall to the ground, “Please David, please.” “Get off the ground. Stop being such a….” David grabs my neck holding me against the wall, as if he was about to choke me, “No please don’t” Then he let’s go shoving me against the door, “I can’t believe you thought i would do that.” He smirks as if we’re playing some sort of sick game.
Posted By jess On 05.20.2011 @ 1:26 pm
mole
Moles live in the dirt don’t they? Deep underground and they are pests to gardens, no? But maybe this refers to a mole on your face. A usually undesirable characteristic one has has somewhere on thier body. However, I like moles. Not
Posted By Jess On 05.18.2011 @ 1:11 pm
curious
strange things that we dont understand what is it i want to kniow i want to trry it just have a taste but do i want to know whats underthere? will i regert my curiosity? i dont know what i want what what is it? but its so irresistible wiil anyone know? can it be a secret it is a secret what is the secret? i want to know this is so hard to take!
Posted By Jess On 05.17.2011 @ 1:05 am
forgotten
i feel like ill die and be forgotten like im not going to mean anything but then i realize that i should just live my life as best i can because im not going to care once im dead anyway and i know some people who have passed will never be forgotten in my mind… has it really not been 60 seconds yet?
Posted By jess On 05.15.2011 @ 6:41 pm
vodka
i’ve never had vodka….i heard it makes you go blind. my friend had it once, and she chugged it..i would never do that. i also heard it burns. it may be fun but i’m not going to get sick over it, thank you very much!
Posted By Jess On 05.15.2011 @ 6:58 am
camp
we went camping and then they got food poisoning. it was an eventful day to say the least. I liked the trip to yogi bear campsite. the food was gross and the trees were big. we made a sugar candy tube thing. then it rained and we checked for spiders.
Posted By jess On 05.04.2011 @ 6:57 pm
