Entries By maggie
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loss
Loss is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it can be really good. Loss of a bad relationship is always good even though it hurts. I think people at times think of the word loss as negative but that’s not always the case.
Posted By Maggie On 02.23.2012 @ 8:32 pm
walls
Walls act as our barrier. They shield us from the outside world, keep us in and hide us. With them we cannot be seen as we truly are. Yet, if they dare fall, what then? What will be revealed that had previously been locked away for centuries?
Posted By Maggie On 02.07.2012 @ 6:52 pm
Once upon a time there was a wall with a wall-like exterior.
Posted By Maggie On 02.07.2012 @ 6:44 pm
collar
the top of a shirt. what a dog wears. white collar. blue collar workers.
Posted By maggie On 01.26.2012 @ 1:26 pm
accordion
Beautidul mountains, the sun is slowly setting on the yellowed horizon. There are lambs running across the rolling green hill, the daisies are blowing in the wind, and an accordion is heard whispering in the winds
Posted By Maggie On 01.15.2012 @ 3:04 pm
classic music on a sunny day in ireland the country is greena dnd beautiful with rolling hills a man in a kilt plays the accordion
Posted By Maggie On 01.15.2012 @ 2:58 pm
deaf
Deaf. Soundless noiseless blank.
Trapped inside my head, screaming echo-less thoughts and mindless pleas. Please.
Unlock me.
Open.
Posted By Maggie On 12.25.2011 @ 6:44 pm
fireplace
The fireplace had an eerie glow emitting from it. It was warm and friendly, open arms to a cold and desolate winter eve, but a harsh burning like it wanted to consume everything and everyone. The flames jumped and spun spitting out embers and ash.
Posted By Maggie On 12.23.2011 @ 6:15 pm
gown
her gown was the world spinnng, it held the lifes of millions.
Posted By maggie On 12.12.2011 @ 10:18 am
centerpiece
She was the centerpeice of the party, laughing and lighting up the whole world.
Posted By maggie On 12.05.2011 @ 8:21 am
president
The president of the United States is a very powerful man. Although I don’t want to be discriminatory and exclude women, historically, it’s always been a man. Which is a damn shame if you ask me. Girl power! Wow.
Posted By maggie On 11.25.2011 @ 5:08 pm
stunning
The dimond was stunning, to him it made all his sufferings seem worth the pain. then he remembered, and wept.
Posted By maggie On 11.24.2011 @ 8:37 am
tires
Round round round. Getting no where fast. Keep spinning no time to last. Out of here out of the past.
Posted By Maggie On 11.05.2011 @ 6:22 pm
radical
There are always people who think radically. Extremely. The push the limits of whatever it is they touch upon. Imagination, decorum, logic. They reach and stretch and pull and burst the seams of the fabric that we all associate with the world.
Posted By Maggie On 10.22.2011 @ 8:25 am
compassion
He who we follow had compassion on all around him. Let us follow his example. From the smallest of insects to our fellow human beings, let us treat them like they are dear to us. We can love with all our selves and make sure there is nothing left over to regret. If we give our love away until we are empty we will enjoy being filled again by He who we follow. LOVE ON!
Posted By Maggie On 10.13.2011 @ 6:48 pm
spring
I feel the wind tousle my hair, and know that my mother with scold me for the tangles later, but I can’t seem to care. The sky is all around me, the ground is receding and my stomach drops out. I am flying. Free, weightless as a bird. Not tied down by any of the worries of the world. I can see the clouds, so close. AT my fingertips. I am on the trampoline. The springs creak and groan.
Posted By Maggie On 10.12.2011 @ 7:47 pm
stacks
Books, papers, all of them came in stacks. But what were they but stacks themselves? Words stacked on words to make sentences. Sentences stacked into paragraphs. Paragraphs into pictures and pictures into stories. We layer things, create deeper meanings. We show you the world in many tones and colors and it all starts out with a stroke of the keys, a single word on paper. Stacked.
Posted By Maggie On 10.10.2011 @ 5:59 pm
mystery
mystery, like sherlock holmes or nancy drew. mystery, like a magnifying glass, and there is something there you need to find out. isn’t life kind of a mystery? or love, or friendship, or destiny? old, tattered books stuffed in boxes in the attic lined with dust. old people. old stories. old memories waiting to be discovered again. the future is just as much of a mystery as the past. who knows who you are or what lays in wait within you?
Posted By Maggie On 10.09.2011 @ 11:02 am
morality
Why do we care about morals? it conflicts with all other instincts. to survive, to eat, to live. We loose these morals at some point in our lives. So there is of course no point
Posted By maggie On 10.04.2011 @ 8:29 pm
romantic
I wish more romantic stuff happened to me, but it hasn’t and probably won’t for a while. I’ve decided that I’m just not the kind of person that romantic stuff happens to. People say that you have to make love happen, stop waiting for romance to strike, but I’d rather have it hit me unexpectedly than to go out into the world and force it.
Posted By Maggie On 09.30.2011 @ 9:16 pm
half
half a glass of milk and milk makes me think of cookies. i made cookies yesterday they were molasses cookies and they were delicious. they tasted amazing with a half glass of milk. molasses smells gross. like really gross im glad it tastes better than it smells. i had to make cookies like really fa away. <3 :)
Posted By maggie On 09.29.2011 @ 5:55 pm
concern
His brow bent and his eyes closed. I knew what he was thinking. He didn’t think I could do this. He didn’t believe me. The look in his eyes when they opened nearly tore my heart in half… but I couldn’t let him stop me. I had to do this, no matter how concerned he was that I would fail.
Posted By Maggie On 09.18.2011 @ 4:08 pm
shootout
shootout. i don’t know what to think about shootout. i suppose it reminds me of an old western film where some bad guys are traveling through time and decide that instead of conversing with townspeople they’ll shoot
Posted By maggie On 09.17.2011 @ 9:47 pm
pouch
The long chain was tangled as I pulled it out of the pouch. The gold glinted, though evidence of age was visible. The gem that hung from it shone emerald… my grandmother’s favorite gem. And now it was mine…
Posted By Maggie On 09.16.2011 @ 11:25 am
average
You say you’re nothing special, but I say differently. I see everything in you. I see something grand, something beautiful, something worth fighting for. I hope one day you will see it too. You’re not ordinary, you’re incredible.
Posted By Maggie On 09.15.2011 @ 12:09 pm
account
I checked it today. There was nothing there. It’s finally happened. I’m broke. The doubts start crowding my mind the second I see that little zero. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? That zero, haunting me…
Posted By Maggie On 09.14.2011 @ 9:35 pm
rally
She crawled out from underneath the bleachers at the rally, dragging him behind her. She laughed and pulled him up from the dirt. They’d made it in! The two ran to the fence and looked to the middle of the field, eager to see him standing there. They could hear his voice over the loudspeakers, amidst the cries of enthusiastic fans. It was perfect.
Posted By Maggie On 09.13.2011 @ 1:17 pm
ant
tiny. life is large for the ant. the strong ant. the strong one who thinks itself weak for those around her are so much stronger.
Posted By Maggie On 09.05.2011 @ 7:50 pm
umbrella
I was standing under the umbrella when I saw you sprinting through the parking lot with you text book over your head. You dropped your keys and I took the opportunity to introduce myself.
Posted By maggie On 08.24.2011 @ 8:10 pm
