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hassled by my mother . hassled by my brother. lord when will i find another lover ? am i good enough ? to be constanttly hassled ? or like a stripper simply tassled?

Posted By victoria On 05.31.2012 @ 5:44 pm

Architecture is quite a tricky word to spell, eh? I have to re-type it about ten times. I’m sure that wasted about 30 seconds of my writing time here. Ah, well. I never much cared for architecture. Seems like a very boring job, if you ask me.

Posted By Victoria On 05.29.2012 @ 11:13 am

I have an awful dilemma to share with you. You see, it appears that I’m faced with what many call the “Dodo’s Conundrum”, which essentially means that I am not living up to my full potential.

Posted By Victoria On 05.28.2012 @ 5:49 pm

stunt it’s a thing where you can die. i think people who do stunts are so stupid. i mean you can kill yourself, why would you even try and attempt that!!especally people who do it in movies, like what the hell, do you even get paid that much? you’re risking your life. I know someone who pulled a stunt. they died. it’s over for them

Posted By Victoria On 05.27.2012 @ 7:54 am

Romance is dead. She said this as he placed the pizza upside down on her paper plate. No it’s not, he said, as he tore off a sheet of paper towel and wiped sauce from her chin.

Posted By Victoria On 05.17.2012 @ 5:21 am

Is like when you eat or drink something it has to have a taste like water rain snow food drinks stuff like that a kiss also has a taste tasting can be good or very bad depending whet it is n jet you o or do not like.

Posted By Victoria On 05.07.2012 @ 11:41 am

Hope was few and courage was just as little I offer you the embers of love and endless wonder Because even the slight existence of doubt can refute any or all types of excitement Open up to it all You never know what you could encounter!

Posted By Victoria On 04.19.2012 @ 7:58 pm

It was a long, thick ordeal that not so much as dangled as it dominated her earlobe. Its multitude of glittering baubles caught the candle light, and electric light for that matter

Posted By Victoria On 04.18.2012 @ 7:07 am

I willfully accept what is happening to me, that is the only way. too many times I try to turn back and hope for the better, but that cannot carry on. I love myself and I love life. the only way to really live is to go with the flow. One love, myself, no turning back.

Posted By Victoria On 04.06.2012 @ 5:45 am

Summertime. Flipping, cannonballs, cheerleading, happy. The smell of fresh cut grass as you preform front flips, back flips. Joyousness, happiness. Next to the pool in the summer. Flipping off the diving board in the fresh, cool water. What a relief to flip in the water since the rays of sun are beginning to make your skin feel as if it’s pulsing with heat.

Posted By Victoria On 04.03.2012 @ 11:30 am

Anger. Something that should be handled when out in public in order to fit in with society. There is a time and a place to have one. I used to have a temper especially toward anything that my parents would tell me to do or not do most of the time.

Posted By Victoria On 03.25.2012 @ 6:30 pm

I have a crazy temper sometimes. I think it is because my daddy hit me. “WHAT DID YOU SAY, LITTLE GIRL?!” Screaming. So much screaming that still rings in my ears. I do not know how I will ever recover… but I hope to find peace.

Posted By Victoria On 03.25.2012 @ 5:53 pm

in the trunk of the car there is a body, mangled and bruised. barely alive and unable to catch their breath. being tossed about they are realizing that these are the last few seconds in their life, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Posted By victoria On 03.22.2012 @ 9:41 pm

Time. It seems to be fixed. Might be just because i just watched the last episode of season six of doctor who. My goodness watching dr who or any other sci fi show always gets me thinking about what can possibly be.

Posted By Victoria On 03.21.2012 @ 1:43 pm

clothes. walls. eyes. hearts. blankets. skys. God and man create patterns. They are alive in all of us.

Posted By Victoria On 03.15.2012 @ 5:49 pm

I once gave a demonstration about how to arrange flowers, in fifth grade. It was our speech requirement. I got one of the highest grades in the class, and even got out of school for a day to learn about how to do it. At the time, I thought I had found my calling! But then I realized flower arranging wasn’t really a good calling.

Posted By Victoria On 03.07.2012 @ 5:04 pm

working man. going day to day, walking down the street. the people bustle by, cars honk, and he mindlessly moves with it all. approaching the building he frequents every day, he looks up, and has one thought that is new. “How much longer til I reach the top?”

Posted By Victoria On 03.05.2012 @ 6:06 pm

There was a little town in Beckenshire, small and quiet and quaint. The little girl loved it there, it was happy and the people were happy. But the only thing that wasn’t happy was the woods. They were dark and scary and full of tall trees. The little girl wasn’t allowed to go into the woods, they hurt people.

Posted By Victoria On 03.04.2012 @ 8:49 pm

I hate sweat. It just feels horrible running down your body when you’re running or anything like it. I just want it gone! It smells horrible too! Who loves the smell? anyone? It makes me feel ill. Its annoying because you’re not supposed to wash your hair once a day but I want to just because I wash my body every day, and it causes spots!! Annoying. SO. Annoying.

Posted By Victoria On 03.03.2012 @ 3:00 pm

She wove a beutiful web. It could snare the most wary person. Her tastes crossed al sexual and soicial boundaries. She would talk and you would swear that honey was dripping from those lips

Posted By Victoria On 03.02.2012 @ 7:43 pm

as the years go by, we generate babies. now, this may be a weird way to go about it, but think about it. people have sex and generate new life that becomes our new generation. or do you mean generator that keeps the electricity going when the power goes out…?

Posted By victoria On 02.28.2012 @ 5:37 pm

it is sad that i immediately thought of the game you play when you’re reading, not the actual corn you eat with movies? lol. such is life of a future educator! though for my students, i’m not sure that game would work…

Posted By victoria On 02.26.2012 @ 12:14 pm

i’m at a loss for words. my hands are shaking. my eyes start to swell. the tears make my vision blurry. my lips quiver at the thought of you. i hope hope is not lost, but if it is, will you help me find it again?

Posted By victoria On 02.23.2012 @ 5:32 pm

would a heartbreak be considered a medical condition? if so, i’m going under cardiac arrest. oh god, save me. my heart is bursting at the seams. it’s been broken and bleeding for too long. i must not suffer much longer. i…i’m…i…don’t know if i…i…can…hold on…..______

Posted By victoria On 02.22.2012 @ 6:42 pm

one can see it’s easy to hula hoop. it’s only easy if you have big enough hips that can sway in a big circle, otherwise forget it. i was more of a jump rope queen.

Posted By victoria On 01.28.2012 @ 9:52 pm

The squeaky hinge filled my soul with so much happiness. I never thought I could love that sound so much. It meant I was closer, I was finally going to be there. To reach into that cold place, so familiar to my senses. To finally, finally, FINALLY, FIIIINNNAAAALLLYYY…eat.

Posted By Victoria On 01.24.2012 @ 3:26 pm

Fences keep you locked in. Away from the beautiful things around you. Away from what you want to be and where you want to go. Invisible fences. The kind that zap you when you dare try and leave. She’s my invisible fence. My electric shock when I go farther than she’d like. But what she doesn’t know is I found a way out. And as soon as I can I’m going to be long gone.

Posted By Victoria On 01.22.2012 @ 11:28 am

Like the food in my house today.. Like my backside. Like my trig grade. Like the sun in Chicago. Like the amount of time I’ve spent studying for finals. Like the amount of money to my name. Oh wait that’s not scarce. That’s nothing. None. Zero.

Posted By Victoria On 01.22.2012 @ 11:05 am

Give me liberty or give me death…Shout like a Patriot. Like it still means something to you. Put being who you are aside, and I’ll put myself away, and let’s think about WE. Let’s think about who WE are and who WE will be and what WE can do. Because who I am won’t matter if you can’t be you. And if I can’t be me you are nothing.

Posted By Victoria On 01.19.2012 @ 4:24 pm

Down the runway. Faster and faster. Until suddenly we were no longer safe on the ground. No longer close to home. No longer 15 minutes away. Until I found myself far away from any light left in the night, finding myself in a new world of boots and Stetsons.

Posted By Victoria On 01.20.2012 @ 12:26 pm