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I have a burning burning burning in my sould. Spring prung full of longing, bird echoing treetops of wind and early buds. Dog in the sun on the pine needle lawn. Must write, time to go. Buring to create, buring to feel. The burning bush, that’s ups. weare lit on fire and nt consumed. The fire of love within us, that is us.

Posted By Sara On 05.06.2013 @ 8:14 am

lighting struck my heart faster than the speed of light. It shattered into a million trillion tiny pieces piercing the souls of the many faces, eyes that were watching it’s death. Blood poured down their throats, their bodies feeling the electrocution absorbing into their very own b

Posted By Sara On 04.27.2013 @ 4:24 am

There was nothing so exciting as a Bowling Date. Not to her.

Posted By Sara On 04.25.2013 @ 11:16 pm

You wasted my life, you stole my children, you took my happiness. But I had the last word. I took away those who loved you. I gave all your money away. I crashed your favorite car. I slowly destroyed your life. Checkmate.

Posted By Sara On 04.24.2013 @ 6:46 am

it is a cool color and a famous color and everyone like this color and it a awesome fun

Posted By sara On 04.22.2013 @ 8:19 am

Creature of the night, dark in it’s nature, but glowingly beautiful in it’s physical presence. Tempting/luring others towards it’s luminescence.

Posted By sara On 04.17.2013 @ 1:04 pm

You’re mumbling and I can’t hear a word. Look at me. Tell me something clear. Tell me that you love me. Tell me that’s not something you want to mumble, but shout.

Posted By Sara On 04.17.2013 @ 8:57 am

The sound of mumbling came from under the bed. The little boy was quaking with fear, uncertain of which direction he should run. The monster under his bed was angry, and he was hungry.

Posted By sara On 04.16.2013 @ 6:53 pm

He was her anchor, the only thing holding her down to the earth. She felt that letting go would mean floating away into space, a shooting star with no aim and no home.

Posted By sara On 04.11.2013 @ 9:04 pm

I like flour, i use it to make food . i have never wrote about flour but i like the concept. I miss Jeff, i doubt he even know i am here -but i am. He is in the Philippians .. i think that’s how you spell it , im not sure. Im in the United States. it makes me sad

Posted By Sara On 04.06.2013 @ 1:40 pm

I thought of nothing as I smeared my cream cheese onto the plan bagel. Looking up I tried to spot if Ashley had gotten here yet but couldn’t see anyone through the cluster of people hanging about in the coffee shop.

Posted By Sara On 04.03.2013 @ 8:58 pm

He might brush your shoulder, are she might look you right in the eyes. Weightless beams falling from the sky that land right on to your antenna. Red.

Posted By Sara On 03.06.2013 @ 3:52 pm

flames are the way that fire is shown in the surface flames can be understood in a way of passion or danger which in some cases connect also. the word flames is used in songs, poems and writings as a mettafore to feelings or destruction.

Posted By sara On 03.06.2013 @ 2:15 am

Conjured. what does that even mean? I instantly find myself thinking of Harry Potter where he conjured spells, but then my brain flitters to conjure as in to bring something closer? Ive been questioning myself a lot lately and so my definition and my thought process is incredibly questionable – i dont even believe it myself and I h

Posted By sara On 03.01.2013 @ 8:31 pm

I’ve been not so startled that distance is taking the same toll as it did last time. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder? Creates longing? I’ve found it the opposite… I’m growing more distance. I see more differences arise every day. And the only thing that will startle me now is if we manage to drag this on much longer.

Posted By Sara On 02.25.2013 @ 3:20 pm

So we seek to embellish our lives with objects. Like jewels, cars, expensive houses and clothes… I think we should embellish our lives with thoughts, and memories, and smiles, and love. Enjoy nature’s embellishments, like dew on leaves, the sun in your face, and the stars…

Posted By Sara On 02.24.2013 @ 11:59 am

I grasped the violin in my hand, the strings straining under my grip on the neck. I wasn’t sure what to do. Do I step on stage and face everyone with the fear of failure? I looked down at the bow in my hand. I had practiced so hard that my fingers bled and were now wrapped in bandages. Everyone I knew was out there, ready to tell me I couldn’t do it. So I regripped my bow and took that first step onto stage. I was going to try anyways.

Posted By Sara On 02.19.2013 @ 3:52 pm

Fatigue is a great word to describe more than feeling tired. It also probably comes from the French language. Fat. When I feel fatigued, I feel fat with tiredness.

Posted By Sara On 02.17.2013 @ 3:26 pm

I’ve never felt so tired in my entire life. The exhaustion of working day and night to finish a simple project is uncanny. I need to rest but I feel like there’s to much at stake. I feel like if i

Posted By sara On 02.16.2013 @ 7:35 pm

I was tired. There was nothing i could do about it. I needed to get away. There wasn’t anyplace my mind could thing of. The fatigue was taking over. I slowly got

Posted By sara On 02.16.2013 @ 7:33 pm

Flat as my chest at the age of 13 Flat-lined, empty, incessant Dead.

Posted By Sara On 02.13.2013 @ 2:50 pm

men who is great guy in your life and who makes you happy and sometimes mad and crazy. i wis to have one one day.. jeah i love husbands.

Posted By sara On 02.05.2013 @ 6:02 am

Systems, i can’t think of anything to talk about with a system. I have a system for everything. They seem to work well. Subway system, bus system. what an odd word? system? strange. it feels strange to get out. why not sistem. makes more sense phonetically.

Posted By Sara On 02.01.2013 @ 7:40 pm

The features in my face include scars. Battle cries. I feature scars under both of my cheeks, both of my eyebrows and two on my chin. I’m clearly just a ditz. And most of these scars came from one bike riding accident. I fell completely over the handle bars onto a rock. It was painful.

Posted By Sara On 01.31.2013 @ 8:44 pm

The waves swell and rise in the ocean. The scent of the water poured off into the air around. I stared into the night sky, looking, wondering, helpless and hopeless. Where was I going? What was I doing? I don’t know, all I know what that I was hurt.

Posted By Sara On 01.30.2013 @ 9:11 pm

He could see her far up ahead. Her smile was infectious, aimed at drawing him in. There wasn’t any way he could resist. He knew just as well as she that they were meant

Posted By Sara On 01.25.2013 @ 1:14 pm

Dear girl, I promise I’ll never hurt you. I promise I’ll love you. I promise I’ll hold you whenever you’re sad. Don’t leave me, I promise it’ll hurt me. I love you, I promise I’m not a liar. I promise to keep you. I promise I’ll never do anything I don’t have any memory of. I promise this will be good for the both of us.

Will it really?

Posted By Sara On 01.08.2013 @ 6:29 pm

I promised I’d never say the first word that came out of my mouth. But there it was. Right in front of me. Blistering like a hot egg. “Fuck,” I had spat, and then stared at it for a second. Ground it in to the sidewalk with the front of my boot. Walked away.

Posted By sara On 01.08.2013 @ 3:11 pm

little did he know that this is the reference that would make a difference. It was a common mistake to think that nothing mattered in life. That one little name on one little paper couldn’t keep from getting someone thrown in jail or made a fool of or convicted for stealing ten-thousand dollars. Little did he know that this reference would change his life.

Posted By sara On 01.07.2013 @ 9:36 am

there is a certian amount of stuff in the world. We count it all through our lives. It can mean values. The amount can hurt us or be irrelvant. Amount is a stupid word. I am hating it. like it is so dumb. this is stupid. im done. has it been sixty seconds yet? I thought this woudl

Posted By Sara On 01.02.2013 @ 11:42 am