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left of center, left behind, left handed. So few people are left handed. There is a stigma. Left behind because you’re left handed, left of center because you’re left behind? Left to wonder why.

» Posted By Alex On 11.15.2011 @ 7:24 pm


i pressed my finger down on the paper firmly. i thought this one would come out perfect; but it came out black and smudged like the others. i’ll never be able to find the whorls and loops that are ever so gently engraved on my fingertips if my prints keep coming out like blobs of tar. i put my finger in the ink again and pressed down on the paper with more care. i lifted my finger and there it was, a perfect print. i found a double whorl.

» Posted By alex On 11.09.2011 @ 7:02 pm


I can’t even think of what that word means. Doesn’t it mean like not allowing someone else to uh use or steal that idea or they have to pay you? maybe I should google it. I feel that would help me. I dunno tho. I’m pretty sure that’s cheating. Oh no tikme is runing out! ah! make it sto

» Posted By Alex On 11.09.2011 @ 3:23 am


I wish I could experience a real autumn. I would wear knit sweaters, curl up in a blanket, and drink hot chocolate every night. I’ve never seen the leaves change color. Not once. Someone get me out of here.

» Posted By alex On 11.07.2011 @ 6:31 pm

I don’t know what to think about autumn. We don’t really have an autumn here so I always forget what season we’re in while we’re in autumn. I do like the way everyone’s mood changes though.

» Posted By Alex On 11.07.2011 @ 5:41 pm


She looked at the tires on the car, old, warn and as if they hadn’t been driven in years. There was something about them that made her wonder why. The car itself was almost brand new, but these tires were years old. Why would this be? She looked around barn and an older man stumbled out.

» Posted By Alex On 11.05.2011 @ 4:28 pm


release, awwwwww, smells good, nourishing, take a nap, want to walk out into it, hydrating

» Posted By Alex On 11.05.2011 @ 5:33 am


Profound seems to be an incredibly profound word. It provokes profound thoughts with which profound people do profound things. Sometimes the most profound thing to do, however, is something not so profound at all.

» Posted By Alex On 11.02.2011 @ 2:39 pm


i had an epiphany once, but i already forgot it. i seem to forget a lot of things lately. almost all of my dreams too. honestly, i can’t seem to remember the last time i could remember one of my dreams.

» Posted By Alex On 11.01.2011 @ 9:59 pm


white dress

» Posted By alex On 10.30.2011 @ 6:34 pm


I closed my eyes and listened. every part of me became very still.
the sound of the trees, the sound of my heart, the sound of the bees, and the squirrels who dart.
That moment of peace, is what I needed.
When I opened my eyes, the sudden chaos filled me again; I was forced to pick up my feet and walk, fulfilling my legend.

» Posted By Alex On 10.28.2011 @ 8:24 am


this reminds me of grey’s anatomy. dr. shepherd. not sure if it’s spelled the same. he’s my dream guy. he’s intelligent, he knows how to treat a girl when he wants to be with her. he doesn’t play mind games. he dreams of a future and forces you to see the good in yourself even if you don’t want to see it. i want a man like him.

» Posted By Alex On 10.25.2011 @ 5:53 pm


bam bam bam
and they all go flying
automatic slap
and they lie dying.

» Posted By Alex On 10.24.2011 @ 4:22 pm


dreams. back in reality, the fantasy is gone. Wish I could stay in my fantasy. Sometimes fantasy is better than reality. But then you awake, and you’re back where you were. Sometimes you wish you could just stay in your fantasy. You’ll do anything for that to happen. Why can’t I stay like this forever? Why must I return to that dark deep whole where my two enemies always visit me, Depression and Loneliness. That hole is called Reality. I hate it, it always visits me when I’m alone and vulnerable.

» Posted By Alex On 10.23.2011 @ 11:52 am


Mutual benefits – that’s how he described it. As if us having sex, sharing our bodies and melding our souls together was some sort of business transaction. Goods to be exchanged, stock to be traded for the betterment of our relations. I declined.

» Posted By alex On 10.19.2011 @ 8:57 am

Mutual friends…I guess that was a funny way to think about it. Andrew was just a mutual friend of ours – neither one of us to close to him, but always saying hey on campus when we saw him and stopping to chat for a bit. Neither of us knew each other existed before his 21st birthday party, though, which is why this mutual, don’t-think-about-that-often friend of ours became the person that shaped the rest of our lives.

» Posted By alex On 10.19.2011 @ 8:47 am

we had a mutual respect for one another
and a mutual love for him
yet he didn’t have a mutual love for the both of us
only her
He was happier with her. and that was that.

» Posted By Alex On 10.19.2011 @ 8:45 am

Mutual is a feeling that sees everything equally. Mutual friendships as well as mutual hatred of two people.

» Posted By Alex On 10.19.2011 @ 12:27 am

when things have a mutual relationship, they benefit eachother
i fell asleep a lot in biology
I always felt really bad because Mrs. Martin was such an amazing teacher
And she was so nice about my little sleeping episodes…
that happened like every day
this is a really cool little thing
what are they gonna do with my submission?

» Posted By Alex On 10.18.2011 @ 6:30 pm


blah blah blah
dull is dull
like the dust on the fans
like the creaks in my kitchen
like the beat of a heart
dull dull dull
just blah blah blah
that’s it
just dull

» Posted By Alex On 10.17.2011 @ 4:40 pm

It is everything that I’m not.
the exact opposite of what life should be
brings hardly any thought

» Posted By alex On 10.17.2011 @ 4:33 pm


I give a lot of advice. However, I can’t seem to give it to myself. Advice is sometimes as damning as it is helpful, I think. If you get advice from other people then it changes something in your mind, and you might do what you’re supposed to do instead of what you want to do. I mean, that changes nearly everything, doesn’t it? If you don’t follow your heart then what is the point?

» Posted By Alex On 10.15.2011 @ 11:56 am


The setting is where the story takes place for example a town. I don’t know what else to type

» Posted By alex On 10.06.2011 @ 6:56 pm


Morality is a funny thing. My boss could learn a thing or two about morality. He loves to think that I am such a bad person for the things I do in my personal life, how I spend my money, etc… when the reality is he is not only being immoral in his own personal life, but in our work life… as a result our company is always in the negative because of his immoral and inappropriate use of company funds.

» Posted By Alex On 10.04.2011 @ 11:36 am


I’m on the edge of reality – teetering off something, barely perceptible, some faint ethereal whim touching upon my lips, meaningless and bare, lost from reality.

» Posted By Alex On 10.03.2011 @ 8:32 am


Happens, from time to time. Will leave a bad taste in your mouth now and then. Take it or leave it.

» Posted By Alex On 10.01.2011 @ 2:17 am


i think that every time you go onto this webpage there should be a new word waiting for you. I’ve writing about the word dense continually. When i think about the word dense i think
– dumb blonde(im blonde so im allowed to say that)

» Posted By Alex On 09.29.2011 @ 6:41 am

This entire thing keeps giving me dense. i dont understand why would it keep giviing me dense. does it not know any other words? i dont understand it. whatever. ill continue to write because i think bla bla bla and this reminds me of mr. scorza because he likes to do freewrites. whatever.

» Posted By Alex On 09.29.2011 @ 6:38 am


The kids on the playground had no idea what we did the night before. If they did, their mothers would surely come out running, snatching their children by their little hands, scrubbing them raw and praying rosaries over their heads. That makes me so happy.

» Posted By alex On 09.27.2011 @ 10:42 pm

The playground was completely empty at 2 pm on a Wednesday. I didn’t know where my teachers were, or my friends, and for some reason I didn’t mind. I was at peace, moreso then than ever before. Or since.

» Posted By alex On 09.27.2011 @ 10:41 pm

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