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Who is prosperous? Am I prosperous? I think so. I think because I think that I am prosperous therefore I am prosperous. I think that prosperity is in the eye of the beholder – if one is happy and thinks they are prosperous in their life, then they will be.
» Posted By AJ On 10.07.2011 @ 11:53 am
As I look around the campus, the setting is breaktaking. The sun shining beautifully through the clouds, people walking and chatting joyfully, students studying, etc. I wish my setting within reflects what I’m seeing.
» Posted By AJ On 10.06.2011 @ 2:30 pm
i live on the edge: the mirror’s edge.
» Posted By AJ On 10.02.2011 @ 2:21 pm
something that you get done in your hair. it looks really nice, i guess. something i got as a child they ummm can look very nice. they are a lot. i feel like an idiot. i can’t think of anything regarding braids. you put beads with these too sometimes.
» Posted By AJ On 10.01.2011 @ 2:50 pm
denseness: denseness in food makes a cake so rich you can’t take more than three bites; denseness in writing makes you stop and think after every line. Denseness in the stomach reminds me that I have a problem with eating.
» Posted By AJ On 09.28.2011 @ 11:59 am
All I want is a big couch with oversized cushions that don’t fall out. A fabric couch, because leather sticks to my skin and is always either too hot or too cold and sweats in summer.
» Posted By AJ On 09.21.2011 @ 11:21 am
I’m crouching right now as I type about the word crouch. My friend think its says Crotch, but he is mistaken. Freudian slip? I think so. Anyways, crouching is quite the useful position. There are times where you need to duck out of the way to prevent getting hit but instead of going on all fours I prefer to crouch.
» Posted By AJ On 09.21.2011 @ 6:00 am
Celebrate with music and food and dance! Be loud! Be reckless! Why are these things the only way we know how to celebrate?
» Posted By AJ On 09.19.2011 @ 11:26 am
It’s concerning how good I’ve gotten at lying. I’ve successfully convinced you that I wear my heart on my sleeve, but despite the smile on my face, my stomach still growls, loud and foaming at the rim.
» Posted By AJ On 09.18.2011 @ 1:33 pm
Shootout. Shoot. Shoot myself in the stomach, in the throat, in the head. Shoot every person I see, make them as dead as me.
» Posted By AJ On 09.17.2011 @ 7:59 pm
My mind is a sponge. I’ve been studying like crazy for this new job and I think my mind has reached saturation. No more tonight.
» Posted By Aj On 09.01.2011 @ 9:42 pm
dear or deer what has the meaning of life. the metaphoric gold that is the human society? tis not the dear of a dear john of such compassion or the timid life of a deer.
» Posted By AJ On 08.18.2011 @ 9:11 pm
Honestly is a precious thing. It’s important when you ask your scumbag boyfriend if he slept with the neighbor and he says no. Even though you caught them both butt naked banging on the bathroom floor. LIKE FOR REAL HONESTY MAN!
» Posted By AJ On 07.01.2011 @ 5:43 am
My beloved. My reason to breathe. My safety. My hope. My dreams.
My beloved. My life. My heart. My pride.
My beloved.. Maybe one day.
» Posted By Aj On 06.13.2011 @ 5:02 am
Backed into a corner; pressed against these walls. Pressured. Panicked.
» Posted By Aj On 06.09.2011 @ 5:57 am
No matter how much time passes, my heart cannot forget the things it has seen; the pain it has felt. Forgetting is impossible when memories have been tattooed.
» Posted By Aj On 06.08.2011 @ 10:00 am
The mud caked layer upon layer on his cowboy boots flaked off in dusty chips as he stepped, right foot then left foot, onto the deck. He blinked quickly, his eyes adjusting to the shade from the roof above him. He reached a strong arm up to take his hat off, rubbing the sleeve of his blue and green plaid shirt across his forehead, wiping away beads of sweat. With a deep breath, he stepped twice more and lifted a heavy hand to knock on the screen door in front of him.
» Posted By Aj On 06.06.2011 @ 10:21 am
I road to my hotel in Canada in a limo. They over-booked the shuttle.
» Posted By Aj On 06.03.2011 @ 10:36 am
I wonder what life would be like if I could live out of my backpack.. Just go. Just walk for miles and miles; seeing, feeling, thinking, living. All of my things wouldn’t fit into a backpack.. Why do we need so many things to begin with? Maybe I should consolidate my world to fit into a single backpack.
» Posted By Aj On 06.02.2011 @ 5:48 am
just thinking about fire. with a torch i could light up a cave. josh would be with me and we would have a great time all alone. alone would be amazing. without the kids. to go back in time for just a day to feel like alone with just josh. he’s the torch in my heart. ya know? i love him.
» Posted By aj On 05.25.2011 @ 2:23 pm
The sun burned so hot that day that there were no clouds in the sky. I could feel it on my skin: my cheeks, my neck, my arms, my legs. The roar of the roller coasters shook the ground under my feet and even with the rush of wind as the trains flew past me, I could still feel the hit of the sun. I always got so hungry at amusement parks–no matter how much I ate. After this ride, I wanted a hot pretzel.
» Posted By Aj On 05.23.2011 @ 7:29 am
The glow from the fire’s reflection on his face made his eyes seem red; hatred burning from deep within him. He crouched low in the bushes, watching them sing and sway to the music, melted marshmallow and chocolate smeered over their faces. He licked his lips slowly, the film of saliva glistening from the intensity of the fire. “They’ll go to sleep soon,” he thought. “They’ll go to sleep soon…”
» Posted By Aj On 05.24.2011 @ 6:50 am
Hateful and eerie you never no what someone hides within themselves all you can see is the calm surface of the pool, beneath rages a dark place where violence brews and sorrow grows where hopes and dreams should flourish.
» Posted By AJ On 05.22.2011 @ 12:51 am
I’d like to fight these domestic tendencies; live freely. I’d like to do some things before being chained to a house and a home. Don’t get me wrong; I have the heart of a mother, the goals of a wife. But there’s so much more that needs to change in my feral soul before I become domesticated.
» Posted By Aj On 05.20.2011 @ 6:38 am
Why do we think first of imperfection when we hear “mole”?
I wish my first reaction at this had not been disgust.
» Posted By Aj On 05.18.2011 @ 12:10 pm
I am just reading into this?
You’ve left me so.. curious.
There’s something in your eye I had not seen before;
Something I now feel I hadn’t felt before.
I see you.
You’re all I see..
And now, I’m just so..
» Posted By Aj On 05.17.2011 @ 10:03 am
The things you say leave me.. curious. Am I reading into it or is it real? There’s something in your eyes that wasn’t there before; something from your smile I hadn’t felt before. I see you. I see you. You’ve become all I see. And I’m so fucking curious.
» Posted By Aj On 05.16.2011 @ 6:47 pm
When I’m gone, my biggest fear is being forgotten. I already am so often.. and I’m still here. But that’s reality. That’s my reality, at least.. I just have to find something about myself that is worth remembering in the first place.
» Posted By Aj On 05.15.2011 @ 9:41 pm
“These bones are mere accessories.”
-Envy on the Coast.
Weighted down by bones, muscle, and skin, I cannot fly from here. These bones are too thick, too used, too heavy to feel free. I want more than this; more than what I am: flawed, real, human…
These bones are jagged reminders of all that I am; all I can be; all I can’t be. I need more than this. Rooted deep in this soil, these bones have me trapped here.
» Posted By Aj On 05.12.2011 @ 5:29 am
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I need consoling sometimes. I feel like lately no one has really been there for me in the way that I would like them to be. At times I feel like I don’t really have someone that will actually….successfully do that. It stinks because I tend to do this for others, but I don’t exactly get the same treatment back.
» Posted By aj On 05.10.2011 @ 1:12 pm