Entries By sandra
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lullaby
I waited patiently after asking you to sing me a lullaby. The pause my body revealed shocked me, shooting electricity through every nerve and fiber inside of me. The natural instinct of my ancestors and I casually lifted and dropped my chest, inhaling and exhaling the oxygen around me only to release it completely. I was left with an empty feeling of guilt. I was no one and I belonged to no one. To produce a tear all I had to do was remember that no one belonged to me, either. The longer I waited for that lullaby the deeper that lagoon grew inside of me. The non existent notes and rhymes from a lullaby haunted me as I regained consciousnesses. It seemed like I had been gone lifetimes but nothing around me had changed. Only the new hole that had now appeared inside of me, I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.
Posted By Sandra On 05.19.2013 @ 8:06 pm
vines
Vines are like the dangling stretching branches that cling to the walls of my heart. Vines are eating my heart. My vines are his arms around me clinging and digging into my heart, keeping me here.
Posted By Sandra On 04.05.2013 @ 2:58 pm
sentenced
to death/ put on time/ruled/ judged/spoken/done/ reduced/ over
Posted By sandra On 02.28.2013 @ 11:38 am
embellish
musical
Musical is a form of art that takes the public into a magical world of fantasy. The mixture of music and acting is a great responsibility and a pretty hard job for the actors, but it’s very rewarding in the end. Acting by itself is a marvelous journey into the unknown and with the aid of musicality just makes it a better spectacle. Everything around us screams music, we just have to be open to listen. If we pay enough attention we can hear the world sing. So in my opinion the best way to get in touch with my emotions and all my surroundings is to first get in touch with any type of art, music, dance, painting, theater, watching a musical can be just it.
Posted By sandra On 01.23.2013 @ 1:34 pm
placed
He placed his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered “I love you.” Without warning he picked me up in his arms and carried up the stairs. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled secretly. Now that I was his, I would never let him go.
Posted By Sandra On 01.03.2013 @ 5:47 pm
shows
“The show must go on!” they exclaim, as if it would be a terrible tragedy if everyone had to go home. Show after show we watch each other, waiting and preying on each other’s every move. We all patiently act out our scenes waiting for someone to fuck up, make a mistake, or a tiny error. Shows! Shows! Shows! We all have a role to play and if that role is not played correctly the act is ruined. What act? An act that incorrectly depicts the person that you truly are. Who are you? Can you tell me in one sentence who you are with and without all the simplicity. Everyone around you is walking with their own goals, their own dreams, their own paths, but most importantly their own fears, secrets, and nightmares. Yet, the show must go on. It is absolutely, undeniably, life threateningly urgent that the show carry on. Are all of your lines written or do you simply improvise? You genius, bravo! Encore!
Posted By Sandra On 12.28.2012 @ 12:36 am
procedure
I would rather not consider it a procedure in which I am expected to do the right thing. Knowing what is right in your heart is not a procedure but a duty that you must perform in order to settle your heart of its torment. Sometimes you cause the heart more grief and other times the grief simply fades. I don’t know which of these cycles my heart will go through but I know that I did the right thing. Sometimes you put off certain things and you have excuses for even the most minute detail. But when you shake and you quiver because your body is reacting, then don’t ignore it. Instinct is the key to survival. Whether that survival is obtained in one way or the other, I must protect my family.
Posted By Sandra On 12.25.2012 @ 12:30 am
roof
Hey its roof again now i dont know what to say sim kinda dissapointesd that my last thoughts were erased but well i dont have much ti say now i just feel kinda better of thinking automativslly without any fears i worry of how long will thath peacefulness will tlast i dont knowi
Posted By Sandra On 12.06.2012 @ 2:49 pm
past
what is it about it that becomes the single most consuming quest of our lives? It is gone and doesn’t exist. Gone and doesn’t
Posted By Sandra On 11.28.2012 @ 11:46 am
adventure sad pain true lies love hugs present future animals life try one kiss more less instinct prepared scared lonely only mountains river sand gone
Posted By Sandra On 11.28.2012 @ 11:27 am
themselves
Some people thought that they were strange, that they were unique. But, in all honesty, they were themselves. They were the people of the earth, the brilliant, dazzling people with the eyes that stared at the skies and the minds that wondered at everything. They were a fresh breath of air, the warm curl of water. Every day, all the time.
Posted By Sandra On 11.08.2012 @ 9:38 pm
teach
I had an English teacher that I really liked. It’s funny. I think he was the only one in my school who was any good. I mean, there is one who says that in some situations ‘then’ and ‘than’ are interchangeable. And she kicked students in the balls. Sadly, it was the good English teacher who eventualy killed himself. Life is funny like that.
Posted By Sandra On 11.06.2012 @ 5:17 pm
use
Somebody Need Function Easy Buy Bike Car Supermarket Ready Take
Posted By Sandra On 11.04.2012 @ 8:35 pm
ancient
The blood that flows within us is not just our own but that of so many before us. Like artifacts trickling through us and we don’t even realize it. We don’t realize that we are history.
Posted By Sandra On 02.09.2013 @ 9:45 pm
raised
You raised me up higher and higher inside of your head. To you I was on the highest pedestal that could ever be constructed. I was the solution to all of your problems and the healer to all of your wounds. All of them before me could never compare to the grandeur status I possessed. None had ever been so kind, none had ever been so honest, none had ever been so intriguingly strange. Beneath my skin a desire lay that I could not control. A desire that fueled me to believe that I was fit to stand on that pedestal. You said you accepted me with all my imperfections, all my flaws, and all of my being. But I don’t want to stand on that pedestal, not because I am not fit but because you made me think that I did. Glimpses of the truth flashed across my eyes, glimpses of my path. A path that could not be done on that pedestal. Because if I had chosen to stay on that pedestal I wouldn’t have been able to move. I did not want to be carried down my path. I did not want any help. I told you all of this. My nature to be the dangerous and tarnished unwanted soul. You chose not to believe. Instead you held out your hand, I took a step off the pedestal and held my hand as we walked down our path.
Posted By Sandra On 10.18.2012 @ 7:46 pm
upper
Sweat accumulates above my upper lip. I can’t find the strength to wipe it off. What’s the point anyway, I’m just a fleshy human excreting waste & trying to find her next fix. The sun’s rays have targeted me as their next victim. I can feel my skin digging its fingers into my muscles, fighting to hold on. The millions of tiny rocks beneath my feet no longer bother me. The water evaporates from my body and I’m left with this dry, writhed excuse for skin. I can no longer close my eyelids as the lids have pulled back into my skull. I can feel whats left of the fix making its way towards my heart. I dramatically pull my hands towards my chest and fall to my knees. The sweat that rested above my upper lip trickles down into my mouth. Salt revisits my tongue reminding me of the ocean and its forgiving tides. I begin to crawl towards it the way a baby does who longs for its mother. The hot sand crushes whatever is left of my skin. I watch it peel away, I am reborn.
Posted By Sandra On 10.14.2012 @ 12:34 pm
wet
wet and damp day, the orange/yellow leaves dripping onto the sidewalk left me with a shiver. What did he want, did he miss me, still love me or was I wishing again
Posted By sandra On 10.12.2012 @ 1:21 am
combine
Combine the colors around you into something no one knows Combine the words around you into something that can grow Combine the thoughts inside your head & stick them in a pot Watch nature do something beautiful that can never be forgot
Posted By Sandra On 10.03.2012 @ 9:34 am
headphones
They block out the every day noise and distractions. They also prevent human interaction. It seemed like a good thing back in the day, how’s it working now ? No one talks anymore. No one knows how to talk person to person.
Posted By sandra On 09.08.2012 @ 6:18 pm
miracle
It’s a miracle, something that I longed for, prayed for tried my best to make or do or create that is bestowed.
Posted By Sandra On 09.04.2012 @ 2:46 pm
texture
the texture of life, the smell of roughness, the coldness of heat, the millions of threads that fill our lives, without texture there is nothingness
Posted By Sandra On 09.02.2012 @ 10:53 am
half
In reality only half of me is here. Maybe even less. Most of the time I don’t know how I’m suppose to feel or react to most of my surroundings. Everything is passing me by and in two blinks of the human eye, I’m almost entirely in a different place. I can’t even look at someone for too long because I begin to feel exposed. As if all of my secrets will begin to pour out of me if I don’t look away.
Posted By Sandra On 08.23.2012 @ 1:49 am
texts
They’re inexistent, my mind is going 100mph I speak at 10 for just an instant
A day goes by, then another I’m stuck wondering if I was ever worth the bother
I have so much to say, but my thoughts are worthless
I’m no longer persistent the texts are inexistent
Posted By Sandra On 08.10.2012 @ 5:32 pm
assaults
Sometimes, everyday life feels like one assault on the senses after another. You’re fending off assults from strangers on the internet, from coworkers, from family members. Then there are the good assaults — the way a smile from your child assaults your heart, storming the gates of your emotions. Wonderful, but exhausting.
Posted By Sandra On 08.07.2012 @ 2:24 pm
dare
I’m afraid of risk. When given the option to choose truth or dare, I choose truth because I’m afraid. I know that if it comes to it, I can lie, but in a dare you either do it or you’re a ‘pussy’. I don’t want life to simply pass me by while I stand here clueless and frightened. I want to say yes to life’s opportunities and dare myself to move. Because I’m afraid that if I don’t move, I’ll stay still. I’ll stay still and and one day I’ll take a step forward to my death.
Posted By Sandra On 08.06.2012 @ 2:41 am
stretcher
Death seems to be a pretty common word invading my thoughts lately. Stretcher is such a strange name to call a temporary excuse for a bed. It’s the transportation that is suppose to save your life after an “accident”. Is anything even an accident anymore? People die every single day and a stretcher takes them to their grave. It should have been simply named “your death bed”.
Posted By Sandra On 07.19.2012 @ 6:08 am
