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one day i got bitten by a dog and it hurt alot and i had to be rushed to the hospital i almost blead out.
» Posted By ALEX On 04.12.2012 @ 9:06 am
Why? What did I do wrong? I just don’t understand. I thought he liked me. I thought he was happy. Until last night. Chocolate and ice-cream can’t make me forget him or make me happy. People say he didn’t deserve me, or that it was his loss not mine. But their wrong. It is my loss. I was crazy about him. He made me so happy. I feel so empty.
» Posted By Alex On 04.08.2012 @ 4:17 pm
The climb towards the sky. Branches covered in leaves. Leaves that are turning pink, red and orange. They are loosing the lush green to the grasp of winter. Winter is coming. Animals are disappearing to their hideaways. It will be again. The time of song, birds chirping frogs croaking. It will come back. The leaves will be green again. If we last the winter.
» Posted By Alex On 04.07.2012 @ 3:52 pm
One, two, three. Jump. Flipping and twisting in the air. Graceful like a bird. Letting gravity bring me down to the water. My body moves in flips and twists. Twirling releasing a spray of water. Falling. I can feel the suspense. Hitting the cool blue water. Coming back up for air. The crowd cheering. Time stands still as a flip. Like a single moment can seem like an hour. This is my freedom. This is my rush. Plummeting to earth flipping though the air.
» Posted By Alex On 04.03.2012 @ 3:42 pm
Charms. Trinkets. Treasures. Reminders of times, times that we didn’t have to worry. Times that the wasn’t tears or hurt. Why can’t we go back to those times? I felt safe. Warm arms held me close. All I feel now is cold air swirling around me through the cracks of my life. Torn apart from the ones I love. Alone. I feel numb, like there will never be any happiness in my life again. These charms are all I have left. They hit each other, chiming like bells. The bracelet is all I have left. Screams haunt my dreams, screams of the innocent. It’s all my fault. I make myself sick.
» Posted By Alex On 03.31.2012 @ 7:37 pm
Capture. You can capture something with a word. Or an image. A thing. A place. A story. does capture have to be a horrible thing? Can’t it be good? Like capturing a scene or a world in a single word. Beauty can be captured in an image or poem. I don’t think of capture as something bad or something gruesome. You can capture someone bad, which is actually good. So is capturing something bad? I don’t think it has to be. There are the odd few that do capture things for evil, like children or animals. Sad. But capture is not all bad.
» Posted By Alex On 03.28.2012 @ 11:43 pm
He caught me at first glance. Those emerald eyes glow behind the shaggy mess of black hair. I felt like there was a magnetic pull, drawing me into him. Over the months that passed he drew me in further and further. He caught my heart. I was warned. He’s the Heart Catcher. I thought they were rumours, stories, I was wrong. Jars filled with them, he replaces them. The hearts still warm and beating. Line the walls. I should be frightened. I should run. Every sense in my body is screaming get out of there. But I can’t move, if anything I want to go to him. He makes you feel special. He draws you in like a moth to a flame. It’s deadly but you can’t help yourself. I wasn’t scared. A jar contains my ever beating heart. I feel free. Heart’s are such heavy burdens. He is doing everyone a favour, who wants such a burden. The crystals, sustain the heartless. Crystal hearts. Cold, beat-less, hearts. Yet we still love.
» Posted By Alex On 03.28.2012 @ 3:03 am
Freedom. Floating, like a leaf in the wind. How I yearn to be free, to taste the winds of the world. How would they taste, feel and move? I wish I could fly on them feel the rushing air surround me and carry me away. Far away. From life’s worries and problems. I dream of freedom from the binds that hold me here. The binds that secure me here. I want to drift away, to another place another time another world. Why can my mind drift away from here but not take my body with it? I have seen amazing things and amazing places but only inside my mind, my body hasn’t experienced them.
» Posted By Alex On 03.27.2012 @ 2:47 am
one day my mom bought a trunk to store private things inside it like merchant dice and lots of other stuff like rings.
» Posted By ALEX On 03.23.2012 @ 9:06 am
i opened the trunk to find not only my past, but maybe a small glimpse of my future. nestled in between a silk robe my mother swore she would never give me, and a felt hat was the photograph i had been looking for. old, yellow, tattered. a date scribbled in neat handwriting.
» Posted By alex On 03.23.2012 @ 5:52 am
trunks take up space.
they also give the extra space.
space for secret photos, secret letters to secret lovers.
space for dirty things and water that could spill.
» Posted By Alex On 03.22.2012 @ 5:25 pm
i feel like everyone is secretly rating me , about everything i do. Just silently judging me , on a scale of 1 to 10. Its scary and unwelcoming. I can always tell whose doing it too. Its not comfortable. Peopleshould stop judging . Im sick of it , for real . Its repulsive
» Posted By Alex On 03.21.2012 @ 8:22 am
ratings mean a lot to many people. how good are you? how bad are you? what’s the point? everyone has their own opinion, so ratings shouldn’t matter. they simply reflect how the majority feels, and often ratings are influenced by other ratings. it’s something we should disregard. we miss out on so many experiences if we blindly accept and integrate the opinions of others into our own psyche. but now i’m getting too self-righteous. oh well.
» Posted By Alex On 03.21.2012 @ 4:21 am
staple is the last name of a dear friend of mine. Her name is ashlyn and i have known her since i was five. her mother died when she was young, and i know that this has had a huge impact on her life. growing up without a mother would be devastating because i know personally my mother is the centre of my whole universe and i cannot imagine my life without her. Everyday ashlyn must overcome challenges and figure out how to do things all on her own. my mother helps me with these obstacles, but ashlyn has no one to help her. she must rely on herself.
» Posted By Alex On 03.17.2012 @ 2:39 pm
Pastels are great uses for artists. Derp derp derp I don’t know what to talk about anymore, haha. Pastels are smooth and blend well. I like purple.
» Posted By Alex On 03.16.2012 @ 12:33 pm
to make a patterm is to put a rox ofg stuff aoi a line3 and call it a pettern.
» Posted By ALEX On 03.16.2012 @ 9:07 am
In the sky, the stars form the shapes of animals and mystical patterns. “I don’t understand how they got that way”, said Suzanna, “and I don’t care.”
» Posted By Alex On 03.15.2012 @ 6:15 pm
There was so much that could be achieved within this small duration of time. And yet she was going forth on the course that would certainly lead to a downward spiral. She had a decision to make. It was simple enough, wasn’t it? So she chose.
» Posted By Alex On 03.14.2012 @ 3:20 pm
Beliefs are important, but your beliefs are the most improtant.
» Posted By Alex On 03.12.2012 @ 6:55 pm
i love gourmet food. the thought of it gives me butterflies. i wish i had a man who would cook me gourmet food all the time. i need to marry someone who can cook or else i’m screwed. that makes my panties drop……a man that can cook. oh my.
» Posted By Alex On 03.11.2012 @ 1:34 am
Gourmet, a word that would describe our dinner perfectly. Tortellini in Vodka Sauce, A wonderful spicy Roast Beef with asparagus, mushroom and brocolinni and for dessert homemade Lava Cakes with Gheridelli chocolate chips. I am so stuffed, but I am pleased of the results. I’m also glad that Meredith enjoyed her meal a lot because we have been promising to feed her those cakes for a long, long time.
» Posted By Alex On 03.10.2012 @ 10:23 pm
the class was dismissed, but she felt no relief. she pushed her way through the crowded hallway, frantically trying to reach the bathroom before the tears really started to fall. that wouldn’t be a good look on her.
» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2012 @ 7:36 pm
Being dismissed at school is kinda sad for me as I will miss someone I like. LOOL I dont know what to write. DIsmission from home, I keep wishing what that will be like. Will be sad, depressing or actually fun? Being dismissed to leave the classroom is awesome, especially history because Mr Purves keeps giving surprise tests. Dismissed. Depressed/delighted? Action: party hardcore! :D
» Posted By alex On 03.09.2012 @ 2:32 pm
Being dismissed at school is kinda sad for me as I will miss someone I like. LOOL I dont know what to write. DIsmission from home, I keep wishing what that will be like. Will be sad for bem, depressing or actually fun? Being dismissed to go someone is awesome.
» Posted By alex On 03.09.2012 @ 2:31 pm
Being dismissed from the last class at high school was both heartwarming and heart-breaking. I remember that I would both miss high school and also never wanted to go back. I still feel this way today. I find it weird whenever I visit my old teachers that stuff has changed so drastically. Nothing is the same and to me, I feel that it [the school] has gotten worse.
» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2012 @ 12:14 pm
i like to have brunch with my buddies, it consists of breakfast and lunch. Although usually when i wake up i have missed it, as it is about 2 o’clock and its time for lunch. by the time im ready its closer to dinner time. i am poor and have no food though, so i dont really eat at all. So, i dont eat brunch basically. the end.
» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2012 @ 9:38 am
the word brunch is cool bacause it is a ciombination ofr breakfast and lunch so i think t5het is
» Posted By ALEX On 03.09.2012 @ 9:07 am
What’s amazing is that you can have practically anything you want at Brunch. Brunch can be pizza, eggs, bacon, sandwiches – anything. Every year, we do a Mother’s Day brunch for Mom and it usually consists of a lot of things that are not really healthy for you. Oh well, at least its delicious all the time …<3
» Posted By Alex On 03.09.2012 @ 1:01 am
playing outside high fast screaming laughing kids younger age child playground happy
» Posted By alex On 03.06.2012 @ 6:59 pm
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This town, our town, is a dead town. In whatever sense you want to think of it. Sure, the obvious, the people are dead, but also the buildings, the sidewalks, every ray of sunlight, lightening shades of gray, never bringing color. Alex
» Posted By Alex On 03.04.2012 @ 8:14 pm