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dysfunctional

A thing that if acted out could never be done well. Dysfunction. Disharmony. I know it is a halfway point of realization of truth, a hodge podge of mashed up harmony. I will get this right someday. Balance can be regained when there is dysfunction-it is the trueness of our higher selves that bring it about. There is nothing to be scared of, and only the majesty of our (dis)harmony to embrace, because we could not have one without the other.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.12.2012 @ 3:58 pm

towers

Towers are very big and large and they surround the city, making the environment more urbanised if you like. They can seem very daunting and high from looking below and are usually associated with wealth, fame and fortune. ect.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.12.2012 @ 12:17 am

miracle

A dream, a glistening tear, a slant of light through a dusty window, a dark closet. The end, no magic.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.04.2012 @ 8:20 am

His miracle was her eyes, and her miracle was his laugh. They were both exactly what the other had wished for, and neither of them knew it as they passed each other on the sidewalk. The night was lit by streetlights dimly, and the miracle was missed by preoccupied lovers.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.04.2012 @ 8:16 am

It was miraculous, the way he breathed in and out. Every tiny movement of his tiny hands, and every time he shifted in his sleep. It was impossible for her to stop noticing all the nearly imperceptible idiosyncrasies that everyone else took for granted. He was an enigma, and she was mesmerized.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.03.2012 @ 11:52 am

want

a desire, a need, complete satisfaction for a split second, then dust.

» Posted By amelia On 08.15.2012 @ 1:41 am

puncture

Sometimes people hurt themselves and puncture a part of their body, like a vein or something. People can puncture kidneys and organs too, I think. Some people can die from punctured organs. When a lung is punctured, it collapses.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.07.2012 @ 4:18 am

It’s like a hole in my heart. I’ve never thought that I, the strong-willed, feminist, will experience this heartbreak.

» Posted By amelia On 08.06.2012 @ 11:22 pm

instructions

The instructions were written in fine black ink on a card in a small, locked box, tucked away in a drawer somewhere in the study. She had nearly forgotten about them. Years had passed, she had moved on.

» Posted By Amelia On 07.21.2012 @ 8:54 pm

decorations

Over the top. Too much. unnecessary. We look to embellish that which is already beautiful with decorations. Strip the decorations away, and what do you have? Pure, honest truth. The essence of who you are or what you are trying to convey.

» Posted By Amelia On 07.16.2012 @ 12:44 pm

suggestion

When one makes a suggestion it has to be recieved by an open mind. A suggestion is not unchangable. A suggestion can be influenced, changed and improved.

» Posted By Amelia On 07.11.2012 @ 2:17 am

dwell

She thought she could stop thinking about it, but her mind kept dwelling on that face. Scared, angry, tired, shouting at her as she looked in the ground. What had she been thinking? Defiance had been folly, but she didn’t know what else to do.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.24.2012 @ 8:14 am

pits

deep dark pits surround my being, envelop my mind, devour my soul. my entirety of my self is in this pit, it caresses my decaying skin as it consumes me. this is my grave.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.19.2012 @ 7:45 pm

deep dark pits surround my being, enclosing upon my soul, and crushing my very essence. my existence is only evident in this pit. my grave.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.19.2012 @ 7:05 pm

necessity

eating is a necessity. even when you dont want to eat. i dont want to eat. exercise is a necessity. i want to lose weight and i need to exercise. happiness. without happiness, what is life? swearing is unecessary. i need to stop swearing. swearing is disgusting.

» Posted By amelia On 06.03.2012 @ 7:22 am

retrieve

it fell. down down thud. they’d never be able to get there in time. She jumped, carefully after it, grabbing at the sides to slow her fall. The rocks cut up her hands. She ran to it, picked it up. Held on to it like she would never let it go.

» Posted By amelia On 05.24.2012 @ 2:38 pm

tasting

you tast with your tongue, tasting trigers lots of memories from your childhood. Same with smells, Smell is half your tast, i love tasting things, but not gross things.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.08.2012 @ 5:09 am

slight

There was a slight pause and then it began. first the ground began to shake. then there was a roar mightier than any vessel or any beast. And above the horizon, rising past the sky scrapers, was the mother ship.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.19.2012 @ 7:51 pm

earring

can happen in different ways earn respect earn money earn responsibility earn esteem earn a promotion

» Posted By Amelia On 04.17.2012 @ 11:20 pm

puddle

i fell in a puddle, it was my fault to meddle. anyway, why was the puddle there in the first place. a house is no place for puddles. it is a place for rainbows, and love. any puddle in a place it doesn’t belong is certainly not welcome. where is a puddle welcome for that matter. does it have a place where it belongs. ah, the messies of life, who would know that one day it would bump into mine, and we would cross paths, or fall into puddles.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.10.2012 @ 11:09 pm

hood

She pulled the hood over her head as small raindrops began to fall from the sky. It was early may, she was walking down a dark alley, late for her daytime job, and each time the droplets hit her skins she felt a shiver go up and down her back. She stopped short in her tracks when a man who aproached her from the side of a nearby building. He was covered with shadows from nearly head to toe, his cape swishing behind him.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.04.2012 @ 10:12 pm

pattern

Patterns can be pretty. Patterns can be ugly. Who created patterns? Why do we even have patterns? Are they some sort of thing appealing to the mind? Things that have repeating images.

» Posted By Amelia On 03.16.2012 @ 9:28 am

petition

“Petition” is a boring word. Do something cooler, like “Fire” or “Orphan”! Seriously “Petition”. What is this? Politics is like the least interesting part of writing! Think damn it!

» Posted By Amelia On 03.13.2012 @ 5:08 pm

lantern

There was once a lantern lighter in London who had a map of the city in his pocket. Though he walked the streets each night he couldn’t ever remember where he was or where he was going. It was a strange syndrome.

» Posted By Amelia On 03.01.2012 @ 1:54 pm

shelter

The storm rages outside and on the metal roof it makes a pattering sound like tiny feet running down the stairs. Inside it’s warm and cozy–a feeling you want to recreate any time but only can in the worst of conditions. Shelter necessitates bad.

» Posted By Amelia On 02.19.2012 @ 9:44 am

blemish

I stared in the mirror in disgust. Another one. Another gross pimple on my face. It’s hard to imagine anyone looking at me without cringing. I sigh, cover my face with my hair, and move on. It’s stupid how much the media has me concerned about my looks.

» Posted By Amelia On 12.17.2011 @ 9:15 am

autumn

The leaves fall to the ground, littering in their vibrant colors. Soon, however, the colors so full of life began to rot and fade away, as winter comes in. The trees shed their finery, exchanging it for barren branches. In autumn the sun taunts hanging high in the sky while, the air is still chilled.

» Posted By Amelia On 11.07.2011 @ 7:27 pm

epiphany

It was on Thursday that somewhat warm winter night I had my epiphany, so to speak. It was actually December 25. My kids and wife were inside, sitting by the Christmas tree and shaking their presents greedily.

» Posted By amelia On 11.01.2011 @ 3:01 pm

still

i am a still person my thoughts are freee and nothing will change. but still i feel like i’m not as open as i could be, this is hard., i’m not sure who i am. its tough to think about my life in that matter., i;’m always confused

» Posted By Amelia On 10.27.2011 @ 4:15 pm

spring

Spring is pretty damn awesome. It’s my favourite of the seasons because it’s so beautiful and the weathers perfect. It’s cool that were in the middle of spring but I wish it would never end. Spring is full of pretty flowers and new baby animals. It truly is a magical time.The end.

» Posted By Amelia On 10.13.2011 @ 5:45 am

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