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proud
Proud. They ask me what I’m proud of. They ask me how I feel. If I’m confident…I’m so tired of these questions without answers. My ears can clearly hear you, but I choose not to listen. I listen to what I choose, and other things I choose to hear.
Posted By Lauren On 09.19.2008 @ 4:22 pm
The magestic stallion, tail streaming behind him like a banner, galloping with the herd over the green plain glazed in gold from the setting sun.
Posted By Lauren On 09.17.2008 @ 11:18 am
beautiful and proud. i would never live up to your expectations. a few more months, a few more years, maybe i’ll get this right. beautiful and proud.
Posted By lauren On 09.16.2008 @ 11:46 pm
i am so proud of you today and always. i haven’t even seen you today, only talked to you for about four minutes. but you are wonderful and beautiful and i love loving you. you help me be strong in my own shoes. i am proud of you for your experiance, and for loving me through mine. your life inspires me to not be afraid. i’m only afraid of life without you.
Posted By Lauren On 09.16.2008 @ 5:03 pm
wildflower
wildflower grows in a field with other flowers. ususaly bright in colour the wildflower attracted monogomous insects such as the bee who is equipped with a stinger which can be very painful if stung by a bee so you should never dance in a field where there are wildflowers as a bee could sting you. I remember one day walking in a field and having a bee sting me on the bottom of the foot. It was the first time i felt this pain so of course i was curious as to what had caused it. I looked around for anything to explain thisa sudden sharp pang in the bottom of my foot and saw nothing. It wasn’t until i went home and told my mom that she informed mew of the bee and his stinger. Anyway, back to wiulflowers – are gorgeous and unique each one being different regardless of their species
Posted By Lauren On 09.15.2008 @ 7:51 am
i am a wildflower. growing wherever the ground is good enough for me to grow; fragile, beautiful, silently swaying in the wind.
yet i cannot be picked.
Posted By lauren On 09.14.2008 @ 10:17 am
Lame. I wrote about wildflowers yesterday. I was hoping for something new, but I get the same old thing, day after day. Wildflowers become weeds when seen too often, in the same dreary place. Will I ever be able to see these weeds as flowers again?
Posted By Lauren On 09.13.2008 @ 9:35 pm
Whipped around by the wind, petals tattered. The storm grows, and its petals begin to scatter down the highway. It is broken. Very broken, very sad. But it is still beautiful…It will bloom again.
Posted By Lauren On 09.12.2008 @ 5:58 pm
brick
Emily could not hink about anything else but the brick staring at her in the front lawn. She wanted to pick it up and throw it right into the window. She HATED HIM!!! Why did he do this to her?
Posted By Lauren On 09.09.2008 @ 1:33 pm
throw
Throwing around the ball, Meghan and her brother barely spoke. Every once in a while one or the other would mutter a statement unrelated to anything previously said. It was peaceful, yet rather cold.
Posted By lauren On 09.04.2008 @ 4:24 pm
Throw makes me always think about my grandma. She uses the word throw to describe blankets, and for some reason i think it’s cute. It reminds of how when i was young i used to make fun of her for apparently using “old people” words, but now it realize how i probably sound just as silly to her now, as she did to me back then.
Posted By lauren On 09.04.2008 @ 2:22 am
substance
Too little of what consists of real relationships. People are too obsessed with reality television to have their own lives. She lacks it completely, in her dream of an SUV and a diamond ring. Too bad some girls have all the fun; too bad some girls have all the life.
Posted By lauren On 06.09.2008 @ 3:59 am
guilty
to eat, and want to immediately throw it back up. to cheat, and immediately want to cry to your lover. to lie, and immediately want to confess.
to do good, and feel insignificant.
Posted By lauren On 06.02.2008 @ 12:02 pm
standard
it’s normal. Is it what everyone wants? What is the standard? Really there is no standard at all. It’s relative.
Posted By Lauren On 05.31.2008 @ 7:42 am
wade
wade in the water. wade in the water, children, wade in the water. blahblahblah a bunch of other words that go to that song. we sang that song in like 6th grade chorus. back when i thought i could sing. it was great! i’ve now learned that i cannot sing, and very few people can sing (decently at least), which is a little bit sad but oh well.
Posted By lauren On 05.18.2008 @ 12:51 pm
tale
This is a tale about a young boy who was a goat, he lived in a hunt with seven children at the age of seven and liked to tell tall tales to his friends. He ate cottage cheese one day and got really bad diarrhea!
Posted By Lauren On 05.16.2008 @ 1:52 am
memory
my mom,i wish i could have more good ones and thje bad ones were gone i recall pictures in my mind it feels good songs make me recall hard times
Posted By lauren On 07.08.2008 @ 11:55 am
frequent
Something that happens often, either it’s something you do, something you see a lot, it appears a lot and is therefore frequent.
Posted By Lauren On 07.07.2008 @ 12:33 pm
cupcake
ironically, this word may actually dictate the rest of my life. my roommate and i want to own a cupcake and coffee restaurant maybe somewhere in california. who doesn’t love cupcakes? we’re going to try to stand out by creating crazy flavors that no one has had before. i can’t wait.
Posted By lauren On 06.30.2008 @ 2:10 am
grace
I think grace inspires me. my lofe would truly be complete if someone said she lives her life gracefully inspite of missteps. Grace is the utimate compliment.
Posted By Lauren On 06.25.2008 @ 11:26 am
forge
Forged like Vulcan. I always preferred the Greek names over the Roman ones, but the truth is, I can never remember the Greek name for the God of the Forge. Husband to Aphrodite, I believe, he said, but she didn’t return his devotion. He shrugged and looked down. Not his loss, he muttered.
Posted By Lauren On 06.23.2008 @ 12:31 pm
string
it’s something that is like a thread. you use it in magic shows. It’s a yarn maybe or a thread you see. like this: Can you pull the string from my shirt please? that means like thread. Thank you! :]
Posted By lauren On 06.18.2008 @ 2:46 am
deep
deep in the blankets and only curling deeper as you scream “Get up!” I won’t and you know, I win, and you go. This will surely be an arguement later.
Posted By lauren On 06.18.2008 @ 12:05 pm
glimpse
I glimpsed to the corner of the street. A homeless man walked with what looked to be a heavy pack on his back. They carry their life in one bag, I thougt to myself. I have everything in a house, yard, car, ipod, camera, phone, tv, Mac etc
Posted By Lauren On 05.04.2008 @ 2:03 am
hidden
To me magical, never ending. The mysterious wander that comes to mind. Without of sight. Never more expected. Unknown, in a wonderous way.
Posted By Lauren On 05.01.2008 @ 4:52 am
union
State of security lets all be together because afros make us happy as long as you keep you pants up but khakis can go because the pockets are loose and we all know that dirty Mary Poppins puts the flowers on our brownies since freaks only put flowers on brownies but they’re good anyway since Persephone, goddess of badass-ness, loves her some yummy Hades.
Posted By Lauren On 04.28.2008 @ 2:29 am
event
party , fun , jewelry trunk show, birthday, celebration, concert, show
Posted By lauren On 04.25.2008 @ 8:46 am
raw
i want to burn out of a raw feeling that somehow has manifested inside me. I want to feel like i did when i didn’t feel like this. The RAW state of being. Live in a cave. Eat off the land. Build a fire and fall asleep next to someone who is trying as hard as you to escape the soul survivorship of self.
Posted By Lauren On 04.25.2008 @ 1:55 am
