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The wave washed over the beach, the shrubs, the condos, the hotels. Most everyone was evacuated already, and very few were injured, but it was still a calamity. The newsman told me so. That was the calamity of the day, the giant wave. It wasn’t even a tsunami, just a giant wave, but that was still somehow more important than my own personal crisis.

Posted By Shea On 03.25.2013 @ 4:01 pm

Local can be relative to the feelings that someone close to you causes you to encounter, someone being within the same vicinity as you can localize them to your heart and make them something unforgettable. Long live and love locals<3

Posted By Shea On 11.27.2012 @ 9:21 am

bitches

Posted By shea On 09.01.2012 @ 12:35 am

There was once a man who committed crimes beyond your imagination. Many were convicted for his crimes, but never was he caught. Terrible and brutal was his life. He loved to torture his victims.

Posted By Shea On 07.20.2012 @ 11:42 pm

Pastel is a type of color. It is usually like Easter. With pale pinks, blues, greens, yellows and so forth. Basically pastel is faded color. I do not like pastel colors. They bother me to no end. I do not think anyone should ever paint houses or rooms with pastel colors. They are completely and totally nuts if they do. There is a Benjamin Moore type of base that is called “Pastel Base”.

Posted By Shea On 03.16.2012 @ 9:09 pm

I never played by the rules…actually…no one in our group did. She was a drop dead gorgeous woman, with wildfire habits. She engulfed us all in astonishment, while he became the prize that everyone wanted .They way they looked at each other sickened me to the point that it hurt just to watch. When no one was looking I’d try to hold her hand, and usually she had let me. Although, as soon as her man would turn to see her our hands would no longer be intertwined and her arms would be securely around him. I was nothing more than second best.

Posted By Shea On 11.20.2011 @ 8:19 pm

The flare went off inside our hearts as we felt each other’s breath caress our bare skin. I blushed as his lips touched every inch of my skin before colliding his lips to mine in a beautiful crash. His eyes locked in on mine and I nearly forgot to breathe. His warm hands lightly ran up and down my legs, until finally he kissed my cheek and smile. I gave him a rather confused look, and within seconds he had rolled back over to his side, looking at me with his typical grin. His hand rested on my cheek and I laughed. Nothing was as innocent as him…as us…as our love.

Posted By Shea On 11.19.2011 @ 10:56 pm

When I was younger, my dad used to take me into a store that would print things for him. I don’t know exactly what store it was, but I liked it. I’m not quite sure why, either. It’s not like it was geared towards children or anything — in fact, the most colorful thing in it was it’s row of postcards at the front desk. It smelled nice though.

Posted By Shea On 11.09.2011 @ 7:13 pm

I don’t like to live life on repeat. I want to make new experiences and always have a different path to go down, if need be. Repeat makes me think of static. I want my life to be filled with various shades of colors, the brightest blues and yellows. Static means never changing. I will change and develop.

Posted By Shea On 08.16.2011 @ 3:04 pm

as i start to put up my hair in an elastic hair-tie, a middle aged woman comes barging into my house screaming her cats stuck in a tree. “help! help! oh please, can you help me?”

Posted By shea On 08.10.2011 @ 11:01 pm

As I wade in the depths of uncertainty I as myself why. Why I am where I am, and how I got here. Where I went wrong. And of the few things in my short life I’ve done right. I ask why me? Why now? Why?

Posted By Shea On 06.29.2011 @ 5:42 pm

fire, burn, bright, brilliant, star, shinning, dark, night, moon, sunshine, beautiful, lead, leader, olympics, brilliant

Posted By shea On 05.25.2011 @ 1:45 pm

Wrath, somone getting revenge. bad. hurtful. when you have wronged someone and they have come back to get you for it! such a bad connation with such a simple word. crazy right. oh no. im running out of words to put….

Posted By Shea On 05.22.2011 @ 7:30 am

It wasn’t what I had thought of, “camp.” I thought it would be fun, I thought we could all be together, they said that we would not need our things, that all would be provided for us. They said that we would be taken care of. I didn’t believe them. But I did. My mother said it would be okay.

Posted By Shea On 05.05.2011 @ 10:31 am

I am luxurious. That is all that 60 seconds needs. I choose adamantly to write no more. Feathers. Beads. Books. My house will be bold and beaded– with the best surround sound system that money can buy. I will be luxurious.

Posted By Shea On 04.16.2011 @ 8:54 pm

Morphine and chocolate seems to be my diet lately..Substitute my gloom for happiness, sickness for health enemies for real good friends…bla bla bla as linda perry said morphine and chocolate are my substitutes but they can never substitute my art and thats real love baby Im just wondering what it cant replace for me…whats my real love…I fear for my soul

Posted By shea On 02.15.2011 @ 7:35 pm

The air smelled sweet, nothing like the experience, He screamed at me like a possessed but weak old man, I wanted to run, I felt my feet pushing down into the grass but it was like the grass had tied my feet together paralyzed, he put his head down and charged at me as if he was a bull and i was his swaying red flag

Posted By shea On 02.13.2011 @ 1:07 am

Seems inevitable somehow..Something thats just bound to happen. The mystery draws me in…Almost every thing else is said and done but ive never felt the bittersweet nauseating utopian feeling of the needle…I dont want it..But it seems inevitable and that makes me so sad

Posted By shea On 02.12.2011 @ 1:54 am

AHHH I’ve written about fragrance three times. Because I signed up, and I didn’t get the email OOPZ. fragrance is really nice though, I wish I had one (once again) they smell nice, sometimes they dont smell nice, sometimes they are too strong, you can never go too light. Go fragrance.

Posted By Shea On 02.08.2011 @ 6:49 pm

I already wrote about fragrance. I wonder if everyone gets the same words in a row every time someone signs up. Fragrance. I need to get some fragrances. BO BO! I’m done writing about fragrances now. woooo I hope my username got set up alright. toot toot.

Posted By Shea On 02.08.2011 @ 6:21 pm

Fragrances are really nice perfumes. It is a difficult word to write at times, but they always smell good. Its hard, especially for women, to find the perfect fragrance. sometimes they can be too sweet, or too old lady like. Sometimes they are expensive sometimes they aren’t. I wish I had a fragrance. Sometimes you can be allergic to them. Fragrances are great.

Posted By Shea On 02.08.2011 @ 6:14 pm

Pupils dilate Breath shallow heart pounds rocking back and forth in a restless rythym spinning dizzy confusion let me run to the road let me breathe the air let me see again hush hush hush softer softest calm please

Posted By shea On 02.07.2011 @ 11:57 pm

That’s what my boyfriend calls me. It’s a cute nickname that we came up with before we met. I love it whenever he calls me that because it shows that he still remembers that we called one another penguin and boa. I do love him, and I am so glad that I met him. I’m running out of things to write.

Posted By Shea On 12.17.2010 @ 4:34 pm

I feel like my brain is a bit of a junkyard, unfortunately. I have so much going on it, and most of it truly is junk or unwholesome, unnecessary things. However, among trash is always some treasure. I have thoughts and feelings that are validated and good and nice at the same time. I just need to increase the treasure and lose some of the trash. Maybe I will one day be able to do this. =)

Posted By Shea On 11.14.2010 @ 8:28 pm

I watch television too much. You used to tell me that you noticed me watching you a lot. Watching you work, create. I miss being able to. I miss you.

Posted By Shea On 09.22.2010 @ 11:34 pm

I wish I had a wand. It wields such powerful and life-changing results. Even when you are simply casting a repairing or cleaning spell, you are irrevocably changing things without really lifting a finger. To me, wands represent freedom, imagination, power, and creativity.

Posted By Shea On 06.10.2010 @ 6:33 pm

soup ireland yum uhhh ear wax? red brown french fries potato gun peel cooking ho

Posted By shea On 04.16.2010 @ 2:55 pm

i dont know what it means but it sonds like finnish.

Posted By shea On 01.09.2009 @ 5:35 am

So round and quiet. Like small rain drops making the ground look beautiful. Nice. Pretty. Amazing. Buffaloz.

Posted By Shea On 12.24.2008 @ 9:47 am

Nicholas Cage is my least favorite actor in the world. I avoid every movie in which he stars. He is unwatchable and makes movies unenjoyable for me. Although he is considered top notch, he is horrible to me.

Posted By Shea On 08.28.2009 @ 10:22 am