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I wish I was one of those kids who were sung lullabies as a child. It could have changed so much.

Posted By Shannon On 05.19.2013 @ 8:29 pm

I think about this show that I’ve seen, about taboo subjects being talked about in public. I almost always have to watch this program when no one is around. It feels taboo to be watching a show about taboo subjects, like sexual relationships or marriages in prisons. Or suspending yourself from the ceiling with hooks and wires. I think we should be more open about wanting to be open about taboo. Does that make sense? Like, I want to share with you that I’m fascinated with the weird and bizarre, but I don’t want to be judged. I’m not saying that I personally would marry a prisoner, I’m just saying that I am interested enough to learn about it. My sense of curiosity is really big; can I share that with you?

Posted By Shannon On 05.14.2013 @ 1:23 pm

there was something in the loom. It was magic and the fabrics that it brought together made the person they were built for succeed. This was a magical loom that had no limits and only one price. Shame.

Posted By Shannon On 05.11.2013 @ 10:03 am

the world began to dissolve before her eyes, first went the colors and the shades, everything became a stark, dark outline – amorphus sillioutes blending into themselves. the skyline faded from view and the skyscrapers, like so many lepros hairs rising out of an infected wound vanished

Posted By Shannon On 05.02.2013 @ 10:51 am

Why should we be enemies? Love one another. Love those who persecute you. That’s what Jesus says. Even so, it feels unnatural to hate. A first love can never be an enemy. Beautiful wounds you gave me could never mean hatred.

Posted By Shannon On 04.30.2013 @ 8:33 am

The leaves covered more than half the land. All she could do was brush through them, hoping that the path would clear. She already knew it was hopeless, but that it would have been worse not to try at all. She summoned up her courage and faced her troubles once more. As if in constant rebellion, the vines remained a tangled, irretrievable mess.

Posted By Shannon On 04.04.2013 @ 9:47 pm

the downfall of all mankind. the zombie apocalypse, the dawn of a new era, a new life, a new world. A sickness that cures. A universe forever changed. The extermination and extinction of death itself- humans. burn.

Posted By shannon On 04.01.2013 @ 9:27 am

I have no idea what this word means. The first thing that pops into my head is covet, and then cover. So, don’t covet your neighbors wife and if you do cover it up? Lmao, I’m great with words I really should know what this means. And the 60 seconds just seems to drag on and on and on and on and on. I think the blue line is about done. Oop, here we go

Posted By Shannon On 03.16.2013 @ 6:39 pm

The grains of sand slipped through his fingers as he scrabbled at the ground, trying, in vain, to scoop up the ephemeral specks of life and pour them back into the glass. Jagged edges caught at his fingertips, the frantic, jerky movements sending bright scarlet droplets scattering over the golden surface.

Posted By Shannon On 02.26.2013 @ 9:49 pm

it’s sad that leather is so nice and it comes from something so sad. the animals are so soft and nice but you can’t enjoy a cow in your house wrapped around you like you can with a nice leather coat. i love animals but i love being warm.

Posted By Shannon On 02.21.2013 @ 2:05 pm

It’s the feeling of finishing a day of teaching Thai kids between the ages of 6-8. 30 of them in a classroom. It’s the feeling after a rough sleep. The kind where dreams are more exhausting than real life. It’s not an unknown feeling to me.

Posted By Shannon On 02.17.2013 @ 6:04 am

oh so tired. can’t believe i’ve gone this long without sleep. working way too hard for the amount of caffine running through my system. can’t wait to simply go home and nap. maybe have a cup of tea. just can’t stand this anymore. wish that my boss would stop harrassing me. why can’t he understand that i haven’t had enough time to rest? doesn’t he have the same problems? can’t he see that i’m practically falling asleep at my desk?

Posted By Shannon On 02.16.2013 @ 7:53 pm

I never wanted to be flat and I always remember Kelsey complaining. It’s not even like she was ugly or fat, she was just flat. Basically flat as a board. You always hear girls complain about being flat and it makes me happy for being a D cup. Does that make me selfish?

Posted By shannon On 02.13.2013 @ 12:40 pm

legal term. they are said. plural. could be true could be false.

Posted By shannon On 02.06.2013 @ 1:47 pm

“speak” he said I could not though. Words have never failed me so much. I could lose everything but my lips werent moving. I needed them to move.

Posted By Shannon On 01.26.2013 @ 9:28 pm

She went on ahead. Towards the crows of people. Closer to her destination, closer to finding him. She looks around for a sign of him anywhere. Her hear spun around the room that was filled with hot sweat people dancing across the floor.

Posted By Shannon On 01.25.2013 @ 9:27 pm

it hurts, the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.

Posted By Shannon On 01.18.2013 @ 12:50 pm

it hurts the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.

Posted By Shannon On 01.18.2013 @ 12:46 pm

what is size? why is a carrot larger than a raisin. why. are you ok.? could we calculate the size of my concern. is it larger than 4inches.. a yard maybe?

Posted By Shannon On 01.15.2013 @ 2:35 pm

Rude and conceited, is what they are. What supposed to be an icon for Democracy and a leader is often a selfish person with a ton of control. Not right. Justice. So much room for change.

Posted By Shannon On 01.09.2013 @ 12:57 pm

The lights were flashing in my rearview mirror. I knew there would be trouble. Sighing, I pulled over to the sighed of the road- or I should say.. swerved. We were drunk. Terribly drunk.

Posted By Shannon On 12.29.2012 @ 7:56 pm

As I looked out the window, I couldn’t help but stir at the discomfort within myself. A mid-December day, raining like it’s May.

Posted By Shannon On 12.15.2012 @ 3:37 pm

its more than just breathing its doing something with your life that you really care about. for me its cupcakes. im living when im making them baking them decorating them. thats living to me something you do that just completes you something that you cant go a day with out something that you wake up for in the morning

Posted By Shannon On 12.14.2012 @ 3:14 pm

The radio flips on with a slight hiss. It begins to squeak out a few words, although no one is in the broadcasting room. It’s three a.m. and the news crew would have called it a day five hours ago had they still been alive. But in fact, they were one of the first to go when apocalypse hit. So it’s just the radio, and the empty room. It says, “Missed you, honey!” and then fades to static.

Posted By Shannon On 12.08.2012 @ 5:31 pm

something to avoid getting stuck in. bad and good feelings. wistfulness. longing. happiness. dopamine receptors are still alive. hopes. ambitions. dreams.

Posted By Shannon On 11.29.2012 @ 10:07 am

How can anyone ever truly be themselves? In this world I am always looking for something new, something different. I molt every day. I shed my skin. Who am I to think that other people don’t as well? Everyone around me has something different to share, a story going on. The notion that anyone is truly themselves is a straight jacket on creativity.

Posted By Shannon On 11.08.2012 @ 6:23 pm

She carefully climbed up the icy steps. I hope this is worth it, she thought, wishing she were back home by her cozy fire with a good book and a cup of hot cocoa. She wondered what made him call this meeting today of all days. Everything else in town was closed, most people happy to stay home on this, one of the coldest days of the year.

Posted By Shannon On 11.02.2012 @ 12:23 am

The steps to heaven were paved with a circular tint of gold. He had to walk carefully, afraid that the paint might chip off. All around him the wind blew heavily so that he was forced to speed up. His feet pattered up the steps, and he tried not to look down to see the teetering ladder and all the fallen friends he’d left behind.

Posted By Shannon On 11.01.2012 @ 4:21 pm

She shivered and stifled a moan as she felt his warm touch on her shoulders. If only they could remain in each other’s presence forever… An image of the two of them together with their own family appeared in her head. No, she shouldn’t think about what couldn’t be done.

Posted By Shannon On 11.01.2012 @ 1:22 am

They are beautiful like african ivory. they distinguish a person…the more beautiful the more sound. They are like piano chords playing against the strife of life They bite me, they eat my heart, they make evertyhing sad beautiful. Teeth, the reason there is a tooth fairy is bc we want to onw them and keep them Its because they let others know who we are and what we feel. teeth, i smile at them

Posted By Shannon On 10.21.2012 @ 6:04 pm