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spring

spring is a great time. the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and everything is new! I love spring because that is the time when we have a chance to start over. we can forget all of the hardships of winter because spring is here and it is time to be happy again.

» Posted By Amelia On 10.12.2011 @ 6:16 pm

dense

We walked through the dense Washington forest hand-in-hand. I tightened my grip when a bird’s song from down the trial caught me off guard. “I’m usually not this anxious,” I said. He smiled and squeezed my hand. “That’s alright,” he said.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.28.2011 @ 6:17 pm

playground

A kindergarten class is outside in the early fall. Boys are playing football, running crazy around the yard. Girls are giggling while watching the boys play. A few of the kids are swinging and some are on the monkey bars. All kids look like they are having a great time.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.27.2011 @ 5:08 pm

evidence

I glared at him as he repeated the question smugly. “Is there any evidence my client assaulted you?” I wanted to strangle this man. I wanted to scream all the nasty things I knew to say. There was no evidence, and he knew this, but I was not a liar. I knew what that sick bastard had done to me. I knew he was probably going to get away with it too. Disgusting.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.26.2011 @ 7:05 pm

pressed

Elaine pressed her nose against the freezing cold glass as she watched the fluffy snowflakes fall to the ground. The first snow of winter, she thought jubilantly. She rushed down the hallway to the closet and pulled out her stocking cap and rain boots. Careful not to wake up the dog, she quietly opened the sliding glass door and stepped out into the crisp winter air.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.25.2011 @ 8:05 pm

thread

a lonely thread
only can tread
a stitch to compair
a long lost affair

» Posted By amelia On 08.15.2011 @ 3:47 pm

near

Near is being next to someone you enjoy or may not enjoy. Most of the time if you like or love someone you will be near them or desire to be near them. Those not so desirable, one does not stay near them. I love to be near my children and grandchildren. I feel complete when all twelve of us are together. Even though they may be far away, they are always near in heart and thought. Near is a warm word, a comforting word.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.13.2011 @ 6:26 pm

manager

I’ve never had a problem with the managers here. They may not always know where your coming from, say if you’re late to work or something, but why do try harder to understand more than other’s that I’ve had. They’re more relatable than others.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.05.2011 @ 8:40 am

boiling

Third time you have given me the word boiling.
Are there any other words?
Is it like a one a day type thing? Or do you just have to write about the word boiling in a million different ways? I guess that could be cool. It would be a challenge that’s for sure. Try to write once a day. Could you do it 365 times a day? I’m sure you could since there are no requirements.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.03.2011 @ 12:03 am

Boiling rage.
My heart rages. You will send me to the grave just like Mumford said.
I miss you. I want you. I need you.
Gosh darnit, the first poem I wrote with the word boiling was so much better than this. I didn’t know I needed to insert my name and e-mail so I just hit submit and now it’s all deleted.
I really am boiling with rage!

» Posted By Amelia On 08.02.2011 @ 11:52 pm

expecting

‘We have news for you, Mother,’ Alex announced, sliding his arms around the young girl’s waist.
I shuddered.
‘Anna’s expecting!’ My little boy’s eyes shone with happiness.

» Posted By Amelia On 07.09.2011 @ 4:02 pm

given

Given, something recieved, to give… to love, to hope, to trust…

» Posted By Amelia On 07.02.2011 @ 8:31 pm

A gift…. <3

» Posted By Amelia On 07.02.2011 @ 8:29 pm

crush

Crush. Many different meanings to that one word.
Crush. To destroy, shatter, to suffocate.
Crush. To like, to love, to be infatuated by.

Crush. A type of drink, a verb, an emotion.

Crush. A word.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.28.2011 @ 8:35 pm

wonder

i wonder what it would be like if i didnt have to try so hard in school. i would be a completely different person. different morals, differently oriented, different outlooks on life and people. i would be based on the experiences i went through, my emotions and reactions to things, not a college resume; grades, clubs, sports etc. imagine doing everything because you like it, not because it looks good or you want to impress some random person youve never met.

» Posted By amelia On 06.17.2011 @ 2:08 pm

smile

i love to see her smile its so beautiful it brightens my day my week my wholoe life. her smile lights up the room and makes my day so much better. i know i cant be with hrt but well it gets me sad i need to smile to hide my sadness.

» Posted By amelia On 06.16.2011 @ 11:31 pm

That’s what makes pretty people beautiful. what make beautiful people radiant. Anyone looks better when they genuinely smile. My head is full of puns and jokes just so I can see what a person looks like with a smile on their face. It can convey so much emotion with little subtle differences.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.16.2011 @ 12:49 pm

station

This is not a station.

» Posted By Amelia On 06.14.2011 @ 11:47 am

funeral

well sometimes i think what is really happening here? does anyone else know whats going on? or is it just me here alone with my brain?

» Posted By Amelia On 06.11.2011 @ 11:34 pm

forgetting

sins loss men men men passion love i wish i hadn’t lost him the way that i did bitterly like it didn’t matter to me when it actually broke me down more more loss than i’ve ever felt every time he leave me it breaks like ice on my shoulder i wish i could write songs the way i used to but i’m going through some kind of block and i can’t get rid of it at all even though i’ve tried to break through

» Posted By Amelia On 06.07.2011 @ 7:53 pm

remember

I’m trying not to forget. There’s so much I need to know. I don’t want to forget, but it’s hard. I can feel it slipping slowly away. It hurts to try and hold on to those precious moments, but I keep my slipping grip with all my might. I can’t run away anymore. I have to remember.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.30.2011 @ 6:14 pm

despair

a total saddness that over comes you and takes over everything you do. you just cannot help but think about the saddness. You become the saddness… There is nothing you can do…

» Posted By Amelia On 05.28.2011 @ 6:57 pm

mint

That’s what reminds me of her. She always tasted and smelled like it. She always had a piece of mint gum or candy in her pocket or bag. Peppermint was her favorite. Now, every time I catch a whiff of it, I feel like crying. Now that she’s gone. I don’t know if I just want to forget, or if I want to hold on to each memory. Even if I wanted to, that damn herb won’t let me forget.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.27.2011 @ 2:08 pm

torch

The smoke whirled up in a slate colored wind up to the branches of the tall oak tree.
The fire consumed our oxygen.
It was glowing gloriously. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it.
It was beautiful.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.25.2011 @ 8:16 pm

booth

The booth was cracked and candy apple red. Probably the cutest little thing, it brightened up this whole place. This old, rundown place. The salt and pepper shakers said hello, and I winked casually at their formality. It was then I saw him across the diner.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.24.2011 @ 3:45 pm

thief

someone who steals something. a theif ran into a grocery store and robbed them of their cake and cookies. jewlery store. balaclava. nylons over face making it look kinda funny. cops and robbers, robbing a bank and getting away, diamond store

» Posted By amelia On 05.23.2011 @ 11:17 pm

domestic

domesticate my brain
domesticate my life
domesticate my house
domesticate my hair
domesticate my face
domesticate me
but your still yourself
who is really domesticated then?

» Posted By amelia On 05.19.2011 @ 1:42 pm

domestic, really? isn’t everything nowadys domesticated wether it be dogs, cats any animal. but something that is becoming domesticated is our brains, thinking differently is looked down upon but honestly my brain, its wild. No domestication there.

» Posted By amelia On 05.19.2011 @ 1:23 pm

glowing

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I watched in wonder as the little bugs flew around me. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. They were so magical. I knew exactly what they were, but they were more than science. I lifted out a hand to catch one. It landed there, blinking, blinding. I grinned and blew it away to blink and buzz with the rest of the fireflies.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.12.2011 @ 8:53 pm

console

A console is a gaming device. You can use it to play video games, or other things that you have to use your television for. They can be all different colors. They have buttons and are sometimes handheld.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.10.2011 @ 6:30 pm

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