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The determinded young man ran across the street with daring speeds. He would meet the woman of his dreams. He knew he would. The only thing standing between him and her was ten lanes of traffic.

Posted By Jordyn On 12.12.2012 @ 4:45 pm

Show me the world seen from the stars. Life here is too small and dysfunctional. It must be peaceful up in the sky.

Posted By Jordyn On 09.12.2012 @ 8:50 pm

I don’t like this word. It reminds me of pampered rich folk who sit around all day on an island with cucumbers in their eyes. With nothing better to do. I’m sure it’s relaxing, and they deserve some “me” time, but sitting in a spa is probably one of the most nonconstructive things a person can do.

Posted By Jordyn On 09.09.2012 @ 8:28 pm

railroads make me think of taking pictures there. everyone does it. it makes me think of anna, how i always used to cross the train tracks to go to her house, back when we were still really good friends. i can’t remember the last time i rode on a train. can you out grow train rides?

Posted By Jordyn On 07.03.2012 @ 5:22 pm

I have switched many things in my life. Switching a class, switching a light, a dream a job a color a jacket a friend a man a life a love a world a dream. I switch all the time, and I always will. Such is the life i live.

Posted By Jordyn On 06.11.2012 @ 7:48 pm

i love jely it tasts really goos and i put it on toast! it is goos with penut butter and i love it alot it tast yummy on bread and good on a nice summer day soetimes people dont like it but w.e its there lose thats the resson i love jelly

Posted By jordyn On 06.07.2012 @ 11:07 am

There is no backspace bar for life, unfortunately. But, I suppose, it’s for the best, because we can’t move forward when we’re still dwelling on the past. Yes, you make mistakes and have regrets, but don’t we all? No one lives a guilt-free life.

Posted By Jordyn On 05.17.2012 @ 8:35 pm

slight of hand. a hat trick. my heart was there beating firmly in my chest, until your smoke and mirrors. now my heart is a pool on the floor and I’m just another stunned audience member looking for wires.

Posted By jordyn On 04.19.2012 @ 7:31 pm

On Saturday, normal life will return. I’m going home, after three months of living in a dream. This dream world in London, one of the most thrilling cities on planet Earth, will be but a memory. What will home be like? Will I feel empty and irrelevant in this strange, familiar place? See only hollow figures moving about their dull routines in a town I had forsaken? And one day, become hollow and dull like everyone else in my small American town? Let’s hope not.

Posted By Jordyn On 12.06.2011 @ 1:48 pm

He stared at me for a long time. I watched his narrowed eyes, his tense mouth, his flared nostrils. I didn’t say a word. Suddenly, he was there, grasping my upper arms tightly. His eyes flashed red for a second, and then they softened. His face relaxed as he gazed down at me. But before he could utter a word, I turned on my heel, his expression of slight disbelief still fresh in my mind.

Posted By Jordyn On 11.19.2011 @ 3:23 pm

My grandmother shuffled the deck as I watched. She did it swiftly and with precision, so that the cards blurred together in her wrinkly hands. She set the deck in front of me on the table. I split the deck and she dealt out eleven cards for progressive rummy; she never gets tired of it, after all of these years. I looked up at her and smiled.

Posted By Jordyn On 11.18.2011 @ 3:14 pm

I hate mushy. Needy, pleading, cutesy. Man up. Let me give chase. If I really like you, my heart will take me. The chase is the best part of falling for you.

Posted By Jordyn On 11.16.2011 @ 3:10 pm

i look a left to my house, actually you have to take a lot of lefts to get to my house. you have to take a bunch of turns actually. and like jackson is in here, and i jusy thought mrs.hamilton is going to kill chase. then ennddd. LLLLLLLEFFFTTTTTT

Posted By jordyn On 11.16.2011 @ 9:44 am

abstract reminds me of mrs.billings which is a art teacher wheich reminds me of art. and black and white, i like black thing. that sounds sooo creeppy. but my nails are black, and i like them black. and black reminds me of my stomach because im really hungry right now, and its empty.

Posted By jordyn On 11.14.2011 @ 9:48 am

prints remind me of book, because the books are PRINTed on paper, and paper reminds me of art, i like. im going to take art next year. and im excited. prints also reminds me of copier machines. but they usually make me really mad because sometimes teacher wont let me go get my print and also somtimes they don’t work.

Posted By jordyn On 11.10.2011 @ 9:50 am

my ideas are my ideas, and i like toys. i like weird toys and different things. colorful things are pretty sweet, i really like tie die. and i have a tie die sweatshirt that i like. but it don’t like it much anymore.

Posted By jordyn On 11.09.2011 @ 9:55 am

“Dude these waves are so awesome” “Pssht more like RADICAL dude!” The end.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.22.2011 @ 12:57 am

Mutual. The feelings that you have discovered actually matches the other persons. The feeling of happiness that someone loves you as much as you love them. Mutual.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.19.2011 @ 12:02 am

The way love is supposed to be. Like vines growing and reaching and entwining. Mutual love. But when it’s just one tall flower growing and reaching, there’s no love; just waiting.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.18.2011 @ 12:16 pm

You are dull like a pencil.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.18.2011 @ 1:06 am

Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite characters ever in literature. Her spunk and overall enthusiasm is infectious for the reader. The lessons and things she learns during the book inspires me to be a better person. To Kill a Mockingbird isn’t just a book, it is an amazing piece of literature that changed a generation and tackled the adult subject of racism though a child’s eyes.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.14.2011 @ 8:01 pm

“It’s a mystery,” he said. “What is?” “The whole reason I’m here. The reason I’m not far, far away by now. Why I have this incessant feeling that I am only worth anything when I’m in this place.”

Posted By Jordyn On 10.09.2011 @ 9:49 am

My life. My home. Where I go. Beauty is all around me, in every setting. Sometimes you need to see through the concrete and dust to find it, but it’s there. Giving everyone hope of love and life.

Posted By Jordyn On 10.06.2011 @ 2:49 pm

I don’t know why, but it;s so hard to trade stories about my life with you. Your life seems so perfect and mine seems like it would only drag you down. I want to be so much better than I am for you, and maybe trading life stories would bring us closer to reaching the goal of being together, but for I don’t want you to see me as being inadequate.

Posted By Jordyn On 09.12.2011 @ 1:28 pm

Death. romeo and juliet. suicide. Drugs poison is bad. it destorys you. big mistakes. kills people

Posted By jordyn On 08.22.2011 @ 10:02 am

A deer in the headlights. So beautiful, yet so frightened, Paralized in the gleam of the light, Pupils glazed over with a dream like gaze,

Posted By Jordyn On 08.19.2011 @ 4:27 am

at the train station i see your face among the grey faces you stand out your bright cheery smile your beautiful eyes and then in one second, gone.. never to be seen again. the train you were on was to New York City, I now know where my next destination is. :)

Posted By Jordyn On 06.14.2011 @ 9:23 pm

I think of train station. I have never been on a train but I have always wanted to. Trains are so big and cool. They remind me of old times and how I wanted to be a train conductor. I always wanted to wear the big striped hat.

Posted By Jordyn On 06.14.2011 @ 5:57 pm

I remember riding in a limo once. Or twice. The first time, riding in it, feeling the cool air on my face as we stuck our heads out the window and pretended to be famous. People actually waved back. It was for my sister’s surprise birthday party. She was eleven. The second time I rode in a limo was for prom. Awkward times.

Posted By Jordyn On 06.02.2011 @ 6:47 pm

what the heck is montage? google it. oh, ok. it’s like the guy on the bike on the cards flashing to make it look like a movie. right? i’m not sure. i found a book under my bed today with pictures of dogs that flashed and turned into other dogs.

Posted By Jordyn On 06.01.2011 @ 12:28 am