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You don’t know anything about conviction. You taste it on you tongue but it eats your heart. You can’t change it. A belief is just not something you can change.

Posted By Lauren On 10.11.2011 @ 8:37 pm

i take it for what it is it might be what defines me my words and how i act it’s what i know is behind me i’m only the person i am perceived the diagnoses i’m given so if i don’t live up to your words it’s because this is my decision

Posted By lauren On 10.11.2011 @ 6:29 pm

my heart is made of iron. strong, steady, but can break down at one point. i hate that you made me feel weak. i hate that i can’t go a day without talking to you. my heart of iron is melting. my heart is breaking.

Posted By Lauren On 10.09.2011 @ 5:57 pm

my mom had a problem with a lack of iron instake… my church believes in holding to the iron rod. Iron man showing was intersesting i went with my boyfriend and my knees hurt because of the seating arrangement, it was his birthday that night. we got pulled over by a cop for coming in too late for curfew. it was 2:30 a m and it wasnt his birthday anymore…but that doesnt matter. what mattered was if he had a good birthday and that i was apart of it

Posted By Lauren On 10.09.2011 @ 5:56 pm

standing up watching my new step mom walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress that trails her with about two feet i somehow manage nerves of iron on the outside at least on the inside i’m a frightened child been told so many stories as to how my father and my sisters have gotten to this moment i don’t know what to believe so i smile and wave the resentment i had for the lady has now melted to respect for i have no solid proof to hate her but a mist all the emotions my depression has reached a sick mania one twisted and hell bent on cohering me to believe tales of why i’m unworthy of the life i have i must not lie, i probably am not the medications are in the mail but that alone will not calm me so for now i stand watching her get walked down the aisle by her eldest son it’s beautiful and i’m so happy to be a part of it but my mind wants to drift to much darker place somehow i’ll manage to keep my nerves of iron and keep my delusions mildly discussed

Posted By lauren On 10.09.2011 @ 12:29 pm

it is prosperous and righteous to be of good faith and do the right thing wear your best face it’s the good thing to do to be honest and just but when you can’t tell the truth because you’ll look like a slut it’s better left unsaid to declare what you did because your words will backfire and you won’t keep your things

Posted By lauren On 10.08.2011 @ 9:57 am

the proper setting in the perfect space on a beautiful day on a magical date with all the right people in a peaceful place gathered to witness love’s pure grace gowns and guys and music and moving pictures captured, a professional home movie.

although marriage is warped, weddings are magic so i’m practically single until my right hands got carats.

© LL

Posted By lauren On 10.07.2011 @ 12:22 am

She warned him that they would be home. He didn’t listen. He continued on down the road, up the front steps, and eventually through the front door. No one heard him coming. No one was awake at this time of night. He walked on his toes, being careful to stay consistent in the silence.

Posted By Lauren On 10.06.2011 @ 9:53 am

i warned you sir don’t look for too long if you stare in my eyes you’ll wish you weren’t born because i won’t be your woman or even your toy i won’t let you inside this is my own little world i’m telling you this now and i won’t tell you again i’ll never be yours we’re only friends so proceed if you will but you’ll probably be disappointed my love is reserved for who I appoint it

© LL

Posted By lauren On 10.06.2011 @ 9:17 am

what an interesting word to propose on this day as it seems my actions aren’t moral anyway i’m ethically aware but unconsciously a bitch by the way i offer myself because virgos make me sick they lure me in with their intense emotion and the look in their eyes makes me feel like i’m rolling i was a good girl last week and now i’m petrified by my own actions and my ugly disguise rid with guilt behind my blue stare is a frightened young girl with fake red hair

© LL

Posted By lauren On 10.05.2011 @ 9:31 am

hah, the word makes me laugh for some reason maybe because i have nothing to do with it some people need to learn it i do too they don’t teach it in high school your parents teach you guess i never listened

Posted By lauren On 10.05.2011 @ 8:02 am

Everyone’s got it – or at least we as a society hope everyone has it in some form or another. It’s differing and controversial, but it builds our integrity and the way we see ourselves and each other. Morality is as morality does.

Posted By Lauren On 10.04.2011 @ 3:10 pm

suppose i tell you i love you what would you do? would you love me too? or would i be so humiliated i wouldent show my face to you again? suppose you said you love me too i would love you back

Posted By Lauren On 10.03.2011 @ 10:01 pm

Suppose I could take it all back Suppose I could go back in time and fix the evil I’ve set out But that’d be too easy So instead I live knowing people would rather have me dead I don’t know how to fix what I’ve done I can’t I would beg for forgiveness But who in their right mind would give it? A fresh start would be a dream But that’s years away So I try to live through today Try to ignore my inner hate for myself Its hard And I have no idea how to clean my stained soul The pearly gates are never to open for me I’m sorry, so sorry But there’s nothing to redeem myself So I sit with what I am and pray and hope for myself to change I will because I can no longer take myself as I am And honestly if you pulled that trigger you’d be doing me a favor

Posted By Lauren On 10.03.2011 @ 12:35 pm

I was standing on the edge of the pool talking on the phone when I heard my friend say the words to me: “I have cancer”. I didn’t know what to do, the phone dropped into the water and I fell in, in the middle of January.

Posted By Lauren On 10.03.2011 @ 3:33 am

On the edge he pleaded. For his life. For forgiveness, for her to give him any chance of survival. “funny,” she said condesindenly “how you beg for your life as if it means something. When we both know what you are. A simple waist of oxygen. A simple meaningless organism that only caused pain with your worthless life. Don’t you dare think you don’t deserve this.” “don’t you have a heart!”he began again with his lies” a conscious,a belief that this will come back to you in some…” and she raised her only faithful friend, her gun and pulled that trigger straight faced. Kicked him over the edge of the canyon just to watch him fall. And as soon as she heard him go “splat” she muttered “no, no I do not.”

Posted By Lauren On 10.02.2011 @ 7:46 pm

the innocent thoughts trials of guilty impulses and want to do more than just be me they braid together to form this little enigma, me funny how they are so off step but in tune with each other they clash so much, keeps my mind interesting yet so in rhythm with each other i can’t help but listen

Posted By lauren On 10.01.2011 @ 7:41 pm

The little girl braided each others hair at the innocent sleepover. The gossiped about boys and who was the cutest at school and what they thought about the latest trends. It was a simple sleepover where all the girls got together just to do this, but it was apparent that it meant more to the new girl of the town.

Posted By Lauren On 10.01.2011 @ 12:48 pm

half half can mean anything in different contexts. however it will always mean the same thing, the opposite of double of the chosen differing object. can be writen in fractional sequence: 1/2.

Posted By lauren On 09.30.2011 @ 6:55 am

Feels good to be a half of a whole to be a part of something bigger but I’m having trouble finding what fits where is my half I wonder no where to be found at the moment my question isdo we ever find that other half and if we do howdo we know?

Posted By Lauren On 09.29.2011 @ 8:40 pm

The air was so dense, you could cut it with a knife. The room was silent as the two looked at each other, swords drawn. There was a gasp, a crash, and the clang of swords hitting as they started their battle.

Posted By Lauren On 09.29.2011 @ 9:52 am

this is a playground for peace where we don’t play for keeps it’s a sweeter type of place where you are what you eat and we have quality calories and acquire the right things to make us energized and happy and so joyful we could sing we hold hands because it feels good and love the way we look at one another we love each other and we never doubt it

© L

Posted By lauren On 09.27.2011 @ 1:44 pm

You swept away all remembrance of hate a sweet reminder of simpler times years ago when loving looks came easily all has come undone and there is nothing left to say but love will never be the same I am confined by passions left behind a night where nothing but the sunrise could stop us bed soft with secrets not allowed to speak my fingers missing every inch of solid flesh now resigned to cold sheets and the sleepless feats of fear a longing like this has been recorded a thousand times but somehow this time with my heart with my head with your absence its like nothing I’ve ever heard before

Posted By lauren On 09.27.2011 @ 12:38 am

the side of the road like a broken half way home from here to there blood stains left on my brain the killer of instincts

Posted By lauren On 09.27.2011 @ 12:30 am

The evidence of pain lingers like smoke in this town. The voices of it have too many faces to name. The quest of this town is to rise above it, to not get Caught in it. I’m trying my hardest but it’s tentacles like to stick. I will rise above it and i will be more than this town.

Posted By Lauren On 09.26.2011 @ 8:35 pm

Jenny was preoccupied by the fact that Justin was going to die. It felt like her whole life was escalating towards his finish line, as if her life would end when his did. She thought that she was a strong doctor, but it was times like these where she became attached to her patients and she couldn’t decide if she picked the right career or not.

Posted By Lauren On 09.24.2011 @ 6:43 pm

Mind, full. Hands, busy. Eyes, gone. No time for doing or thinking. Stuck, is what I am. Stuck, busy, and gone. When will I come back?

Posted By Lauren On 09.24.2011 @ 12:02 pm

I was convinced it was the end. I had thought of the words I would say, but I wasn’t sure how to say them. It was as if the words were thrown into a mixer forever getting jumbled together. the atoms could not be put back together. they had become one big mess. It was over. And I was gone.

Posted By Lauren On 09.23.2011 @ 9:26 pm

to fly through to find your way a tunnel of transportation so you can get some place, some day a way to fly through time to travel through space the type of magic motion in which you keep faith in grace

Posted By lauren On 09.22.2011 @ 6:05 pm

i’ll lay on your couch any day but don’t expect me to stay seated or want me to stay i’ll be back shortly to sit next to you to put my hand on your leg and to kiss for a few but i’ll be up again shortly to go find things to fix to clean the dishes or do yoga a few minutes i’m a busy body with a super clean home and i’ll be glad when i know your home is my own

© L

Posted By lauren On 09.21.2011 @ 3:23 pm