Entries By summer
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flee
taboo
Lets see. In school they teach us nothing of importance. Nothing on how to stand up for yourself, or how to stop hating your life or how to have confidence. They teach us hardships and that people are mean. So unfortunately, the school has not yet taught me how to be happy, nor has it taught me this word. I can choose the one I want to learn, but I cannot choose the one I will learn. But I can take a guess.
Posted By Summer On 05.13.2013 @ 4:09 pm
café
warm heat pools in head and hits me like a drug. cool, white death air melts as I enter the haven. smell of coffee wakes me as I start
Posted By summer On 04.22.2013 @ 6:26 pm
welfare
I watch the people walking by. They don’t realize the value of what they have. They have shelter, lights, food, water. Moreover, they have people, people who care. I am only a nuisance to society. I am less than that; I am nothing. It would make no difference to the world if I just disappeared. Maybe I will. That’s one less person’s welfare to worry about.
Posted By Summer On 04.10.2013 @ 8:37 pm
welfare like warfare twisted like larks in the sky and falling like decomposing flesh it is but a lie and we all succumb like the bones that we are
Posted By summer On 04.10.2013 @ 6:21 pm
calamity
planes crash bodies slam slam slam into the floor with great force. disaster strikes and blood rages like an angry nazi soldier, beating the prisoners of war. disaster with every bomb and blood spill urge to strike
Posted By summer On 03.25.2013 @ 5:54 pm
winged
I fly high into the sky, tears streaming down my face. Nothing is good anymore. Not my family, my friends, anything. You’d think wings would help. You’d think it would make me able to soar away from my problems, to just forget them down on earth. But my problems follow me everywhere, gravity still crushing their weight into me. There’s no escape. But one. I look down at the earth below me and fold my wings into my back. I fall.
Posted By Summer On 03.22.2013 @ 7:17 am
bleeding
bleeding originates from the word blood. the word blood creeps me out a little bit, our bodies cant live without blood. we as humans get cut sometimes and start bleeding and sometimes it starts to bleed and won’t stop. bleeding isnt good for you because it;s never good to lose a lot of blood. when i think of bleeding i refer to the time i tripped and fell and had to get stitches.
Posted By Summer On 02.27.2013 @ 9:08 am
cool
I’m not cool. Never have been. I’m uncool. I’m a dork, really. I’m unpopular too. What’s cool anyway? Who decides what is or isn’t cool? Why are people trying so hard to be it?
Posted By Summer On 01.27.2013 @ 6:05 pm
speech
speech, so incarcerating undeliberate most times unneeded, communication is barely verbal it’s saddening how we’re lead to believe our word exchange is so important when in reality they are completely meaningless. actions count vision counts movement is communication
Posted By summer On 01.14.2013 @ 7:34 pm
July
the summers eve smell skidded into my senses, tasting the warmth fell the cool flowers and the breeze caresses my face as i walk the night
Posted By summer On 12.07.2012 @ 1:28 pm
simple
received
I received a letter in the mail. It was written from someone I know very well and sent from my favorite city. It encouraged me not to give up on myself but to follow my path and trust that the future can be good. I read that letter and wept. I wrote that letter and wept.
Posted By Summer On 11.20.2012 @ 1:34 pm
scene
The scene is very important in popular places, like in Hollywood. It’s always very important to look good or be at the “scene”. Lots of celebrities always want to look good and dress up so they can be at the scene.
Posted By Summer On 10.05.2012 @ 3:51 pm
signs
I saw all the signs. I just never wanted to believe them. I wanted to believe that he still cared about me. But, now, I know he doesn’t.
Posted By Summer On 10.02.2012 @ 8:09 am
affairs
Affairs are bad. People cheat on people. While married. That’s really bad. That makes people sad. I have never experienced having an affair, though I do think it’ll give a rush. I think an affair is worse then cheating.
Posted By Summer On 09.25.2012 @ 2:54 pm
alive
Things that make me feel alive: cold nights outside, watching the stars music that you can’t help but cry to a clean, good-smelling room drawing something perfectly writing a perfect paragraph love
Posted By Summer On 09.16.2012 @ 6:19 pm
binding
There was a small feather stuck in the binding of the leather book. I pulled it out and scrutinized it. It was silver with white at the tip. The feather I’d seen in a dream. I opened the book to a random page. It was beautiful. A sketch of a brilliant silver bird with a proud white chest and red around the neck. I make it my mission to find it.
Posted By Summer On 09.10.2012 @ 3:09 pm
stillness
In the stillness, I heard her labored breaths. Slowly, they grew farther apart, weaker. After a while, it was silent. I reached up and hit the ceiling above me. “Are you okay?” I whisper. No one replies. And I know I’m alone again.
Posted By Summer On 09.06.2012 @ 6:53 pm
sustain
I tried to sustain her. I tried to make her think positively. I made her list all the things that were good about her. But I couldn’t stop the disease from progessing. Her hatred of herself, and life, grew. Slowly, she stopped eating. Then, she didn’t go outside anymore. And soon, she wouldn’t get out of bed. She wasted away, a hollow almost-corpse, rotting in her room. She didn’t do much more than stare out the window, her skeletal face pale and blank. One day, she spoke for the first time in months. She told me she was finally free. She died that night, in her sleep. And I couldn’t help her.
Posted By Summer On 09.05.2012 @ 8:12 am
miracle
It was a miracle that she had survived past four months old. Her doctors had always told her parents she didn’t have long to live. They had already picked out the tiny coffin she would have been laid to rest in, they’d found her a nice plot near her grandparents, and arranged services. They had prepared themselves for her death. But she lived. She thrived. With each day, she grew stronger and healthier. Somehow, though, the doctors were right. On the six-month anniversary of her birth, she died in her sleep.
Posted By Summer On 09.04.2012 @ 8:08 am
covered
She covered the corpse with a sheet. The room was dank. Musty. She wanted to get out as fast as she could. It wasn’t the corpse that made her so eager to leave. It wasn’t the room. It was more that she knew that someday, this person could be her. It could be her being covered with a white sheet. It could be her dead, without family or friends to claim her. Alone. And dead. That was what she feared most.
Posted By Summer On 09.02.2012 @ 4:15 pm
magazines
I have a lot of magazines. you can find them at any store. magazines have a lot of information inside and talk about a lot of famous people or famous things you can buy. after I read them I cut them and make collages with them or bags and a lot of creative things.
Posted By Summer On 08.28.2012 @ 11:53 am
fuses
WHEN IDiOIT people make fuses because they don’t get what they want! like baby’s don’t get milk so they fuse
Posted By Summer On 07.24.2012 @ 8:14 am
sonar
Sonar would make a terrible baby name, “Awww, he’s so cute, what name did you decide on?” “well, it took a lot of thought, but we finally decided to call him ‘Sonar.’” I can imagine the reaction to this revelation. Silence. What kind of baby name is that? If my name were Sonar, I would call child services…
Posted By Summer On 07.17.2012 @ 4:12 pm
modem
“Hang on Kate give me 60 seconds!” I said and quickly typed in oneword.com “You’re such a nerd!” she sighed as I looked at the word. “Modem,” I muttered, and tried thinking of something to write with little luck.
Posted By Summer On 07.04.2012 @ 11:45 pm
I smacked the computer modem, though with little help the stupid computer was still frozen, like I didn’t have anything better to do the try and fix this out dated peace of crap.
Posted By Summer On 07.04.2012 @ 11:43 pm
railroad
I walked next to the railroad, fallowing it but not to sure where it lead, I had no where else to go perhaps I could just hop in a car, like a hobo, let the train take me far away, so I could run away, far far away. I could start again, not have to deal with any thing for a while, avoid my reality
Posted By Summer On 07.03.2012 @ 10:06 pm
harness
WE simply cannot allow her to harness the power! I exclaimed. “We have little choice there is nothing we can do to stop her,” He said and pulled me down, as I tried to lunges away. “There is one thing,” I said, and looked away from him. “No, I won’t let you.” he said and tightened his grip on me. “I Love you,” I said and kissed him, before putting a sleeping spell on him
Posted By Summer On 07.02.2012 @ 3:52 pm
