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birth

The birth of Mary was such a beautiful thing. She started out all wet and squishy but soon she was dried off and a cute bouncing baby. Her parents loved her but soon realized they didn’t have the time or the energy to take care of a baby. So she was put up for adoption. She stayed there for a few years until she was shoved deep into the foster care program where she met her new families one by one, but none of them stuck.She lived out her life until she escaped 5 years into her care…she is now lost to the world.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.08.2011 @ 7:27 pm

bandana

Red and white. It was etched into my memory. It was like a flag of liberation. Freedom. So little, but it meant so much. To anyone else but me, it would seem ridiculous. I don’t know why I loved it so much.

» Posted By Amelia On 05.02.2011 @ 5:38 pm

the thing was old, used for everything you could imagine it being used for. Often when working outside, or doing housework. Holding hair out of someone’s face, or keeping back sweat. It had a history. .

» Posted By Amelia On 05.02.2011 @ 5:34 pm

digital

beep click type tyoe type lights flashing bright white, or blue, or green or whatever, a certain sense of fake beauty ridden with typos and emoticons. watercolor blossoms into pixels and blooms fade as technology deepens and broadens and widens like a red wine stain

» Posted By Amelia On 03.28.2011 @ 7:33 pm

audience

People that clap, people that pretend to understand your art, pretend to understand the hours you spent creating a person, the hours you spent becoming that person in mind and then the countless seconds that passed as you perfected that person so that other people would percieve you to be him or her. Clap, but don’t pretend you understand. Audience. . .

» Posted By Amelia On 03.27.2011 @ 10:31 pm

wander

i wander, i wander all over. When i wander i wonder. Wandering brings the best thoughts, only because i wander by myself. Solitary wandering is the greatest alone time a person could ever ask for. I wander sometimes to familiar places, sometimes somewhere i’ve never been before.

» Posted By Amelia On 03.14.2011 @ 7:00 pm

almost

i almost went to school today but instead, i thought i’d stay home and stumble upon. i played guitar and i sung out of tune, which isn’t anything new. i almost went to see my mom today but instead i played guitar and i sung out of tune. i played songs that have already been written because i can’t find the skill within myself to create something of my own. i guess it isn’t something of my own, because music is just perception thrown back into the world.

» Posted By amelia On 03.08.2011 @ 9:06 am

barber

I was standing on a barber next to the shore. It is rickity and made of wood. I usually stand there in the morning when I am waiting for school to start. I love school. I especially love the school bus. It is yellow like the sun. The sun is hot today. It hits my skin like a thousand bullets. owww

» Posted By Amelia On 02.25.2011 @ 10:33 am

suicide

Suicide can be pretty. It can be an artistic form in which you are the artist and your own body the paintbrush, the easel, the paint itself. You are the creator and your death your creation…or destruction, I suppose it depends on how you look at it. Really I can’t imagine someone who wouldn’t see the poetry in such a simple form of pure artistry.

» Posted By Amelia On 02.04.2011 @ 10:38 pm

edition

the first edition of the book i have in my hands was much cleaner. easier. neater. better. but so much more irrelevant. it’s the notes and the scribbles and the doodles and the drawings that make it what it is, that make so much sense to the situation. honestly, i hate this new edition, but it’s saving my life.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.16.2011 @ 9:10 am

summer

this summer was the one of the worst summers of my life. the worst and the best. i’m not quite sure how. i have no idea what it was. it was amazing and wonderful and fantastic and magical, and it was horrible and gruesome and morbid and deathly. there’s a part of me that hopes never to return, and there’s a part of me that hopes next summer will be the same.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.14.2011 @ 5:17 am

Laughter. Sweltering heat. Oklahoma. Lake. Boat rides. Booze. Love. My boyfriend. New experiences. Music festivals. Dirty Projectors. Road trips. Complete happiness. Clouds and blue sky. Airplanes flying over. Stars at night. Dancing. Garage parties. Grit and grime. Dirt. Sweat.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.13.2011 @ 11:17 pm

wake

from the moment i wake, it hits me. the realization that i’m not where i’m supposed to be. i may be in a dream, i think i’m in a dream. it’s strange, everything has this air of transparency to it, and it annoys me. i have a nagging feeling that that was the last time i would ever wake in my life.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.13.2011 @ 10:13 am

lucky

she was the luckiest girl she knew, she had both of her hands and she was the only person she knew that was that fortunate. she ate noodles everyday!! how did she get to be so lucky? no one ever knows

» Posted By amelia On 12.27.2010 @ 1:40 pm

wrong

It’s just wrong that some people get to do that, get away with their wishes and dreams and stomp on the little prying fingers feeling their way up to the top. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong as a bullfrog in a bishop hat or a chili on the 4th of July.

» Posted By Amelia On 12.16.2010 @ 12:43 am

believer

i dont think im a believer anymore. i used to believe in a lot of things but not anymore. i used to believe in myself, in my family, in my friends, in life. but now..now things are different, lifes not what i thought it was all about. me. im not myself anymore. i dont recognize myself anymore. im so different now but i dont know how. i dont know why. and i dont know how to go back. i dont know whats going on.

» Posted By amelia On 12.09.2010 @ 11:49 am

calling

Calling. Calling my name, finally. He wants me.

» Posted By Amelia On 09.06.2010 @ 2:23 pm

understood

Understanding is the main principle in life. To understand is to take in the feelings and thoughts of others and interpret them in a way that you can relate to them. Make them feel as though they are a part of the world you are living in. It’s a marvolous thing, understanding.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.21.2010 @ 8:14 pm

I never understood why people act so unkindly towards each other.
Perhaps the word understood itself is a challenge, because what does understanding really involve? If I understood something, did I really understand it? Or did I just think I did? Can this be understood?

» Posted By Amelia On 08.21.2010 @ 3:13 pm

cross

I keep my grandfather’s cross in my back pocket wherever I go. It is how I know that he is with me, even when I am alone and in darkness. He keeps me safe.

Unfortunately this has only been so since his passing. I don’t remember what he was like when he was alive at all.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.04.2010 @ 8:46 pm

fences

We haven’t spoken for three years. It is if a fence as tall as the Empire State building stands between us, and neither of us is brave enough to climb over. I wish I had the guts to tell you how much I miss you. I have been watching you all this time.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.03.2010 @ 7:49 pm

waltz

I watched the oddly shaped man in the corner. I wondered if this were real. Why would I be stuck in this god forsaken tavern with this waltzing man?

» Posted By Amelia On 06.20.2010 @ 3:53 pm

lantern

Pretty. Romantic. Cool at a party in the woods. Romantic. They would be cool if they could fly up into the sky. so you could watch them fly away. Expensive though.

» Posted By amelia On 05.22.2010 @ 1:05 pm

fireflies

I really don’t like that song by Owl City. It’s too cutesy. Like a big stank death cab for cutie rip-off. Normal fireflies are swell though until they suffocate in the jar…

» Posted By Amelia On 04.30.2010 @ 12:41 pm

blocks

I used to play with blocks when I was younger. One time my brother built a block tower as high as the ceiling at day care. All the kids were jealous because the teacher allowed him to stand on the chairs to get the block tower to the top. But he did. It was all in great great fun. One kid then knocked them down.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.26.2010 @ 10:15 pm

dress

so, how’d you end up like that?

celia tugged at the sleeve of her first-day-of-school dress. i was born the same as you. shut up.

in college it got harder, but usually a good strong, silent stare would convince her classmates they weren’t that curious after all.

» Posted By amelia On 05.18.2010 @ 2:23 pm

curls

She had curly hair, it was beautiful. Like a river sailing down her back. I couldn’t explain to to anyone I knew. I just loved it. Almost as much as I loved her. I knew I did. Even that soon. Maybe the minute I saw her, I couldn’t decide. I just did.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.12.2010 @ 7:11 pm

pretend

You haven’t seen my face yet, have you. You haven’t seen me yet so I can just slip into the bar and watch you, watch your movements, watch your tics, watch your face change as you grow more and more worried, more and more concerned; I can pretend to be someone I’m not, to be someone else. A stranger.

» Posted By amelia On 05.04.2009 @ 7:23 am

belong

this is where i belong. does anybody really belong? sometimes i think if i didnt belong here, if i would ever find a place i could call home. we are all alone, yet we belong to each other, and as long as we have each other, we are home. belonging is never the same, wherever you go. you belong here, or there, for different reasons. but you still feel like you belong. and it could be the most amazing feeling in the world. or it could hurt like hell.

» Posted By amelia On 12.14.2008 @ 12:32 pm

under

When I was under the influence of drugs and alcohol I found myself particularly under the weather the following day. I think this has something to do with your immune system going under due to the mix of aforementioned influences. This is under surprising.

Which I thing is the non-abbreviation for unsurprising.

» Posted By Amelia On 03.10.2009 @ 8:25 pm

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