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cautious – approaching something without certainty. If you’re careful, it won’t break. Careful is movement without taking risks, looking for the smoothest and easiest transitions. This is how you would deal with someone fragile, or with something holding properties you don’t know much about.

» Posted By amelia On 07.12.2008 @ 8:45 am


Collars, to me, are the most beautiful part of the human anatomy. The sharp curve peeking through tight skin is just gorgeous. It is definitely a sign of one’s attractiveness.

» Posted By amelia On 09.06.2009 @ 11:43 am


i love dictionaries and references to irrelevance….
index cards where never fun to fill out for research papers in high school.

i honestly have nothing else to say about the word index…….

» Posted By AmELIA On 09.04.2009 @ 10:20 pm


i listen to the radio all the time. i know that most people my age (22) would listen to ipods or cds. not me, i listen to public radio and progressive talk radio. i want information, i crave the information that radio delivers. but i love my music too, it is just too complicated to play with it while driving. it is easier to press the buttons on my radio.

» Posted By amelia On 08.11.2009 @ 2:26 pm


Cleanse….This word means so many things but I think of it as a way to cleanse my sins away when I pray every night. The feeling of having all that weight off your shoulders is amazing and there have been a few times when I was brought to tears because of it. To be cleansed of some of the things I’ve don in life has been amazing.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.10.2009 @ 3:13 pm


once when i was 11, i fell off my bed and hit the dresser next to it, i was unconscious for several minutes and when i woke the first thing i saw was the hideous tiling that been recently put into our bathroom. i remember staring at it for a while and feeling the nausea. i haven’t liked any tile since

» Posted By amelia On 07.30.2009 @ 4:21 pm


the refreshing spray of the ocean on a hot durban summer day. thats what its all about. the small, simple things in life.

ocean spray has the fondest memories attached to it. i hope i never take it for granted.

» Posted By amelia On 07.15.2009 @ 3:11 am


i just thought about circles and the way they encave themselves upon themselves. their worlds are all so simple. i am not jealous. i do not want what i have not got, but at the same time – knowing how it all ends, knowing how it happens and seeing it all just by looking over your shoulder? luxurious indeed.

» Posted By Amelia On 07.12.2009 @ 9:02 pm


once upon a time, i lived in a place without space: without room to manuever, to get around. the only space in the entire apartment was in the bathroom, which was massive, huge, palatial. claw-foot tub, black-and-white tile, antique mirror. we revelled in its size, its grandeur; we hid out in it when we were tired or ill or angry.

» Posted By amelia On 03.03.2009 @ 12:06 pm


His Old Spice infected my nostrils. I loathed it’s effect on me.

» Posted By amelia On 04.18.2009 @ 11:59 am


emo kids, confusion, relationships, friendships, gothics, music, lyrics, deep books, poetry, abstract art, the Bible, clothing

» Posted By Amelia On 04.09.2009 @ 10:26 am


I’m always scared I won’t be able to provide for them. I know its not my job, but I want to help. I want to make sure they’ll be okay in the long run. Is that so bad?

» Posted By amelia On 04.07.2009 @ 7:21 pm


I can’t ever think about those days again.
Days when we had luxuries, like heat and air conditioning and hangers and toilets and clothing.

Those days are lost and I doubt I’ll see them again.

But sometimes, I don’t want to go back.

» Posted By Amelia On 04.05.2009 @ 7:52 pm


Suspend me over your love, your heart, you ways. A lost soul is not what I wanted yet a love eternal is build upon your edifice. Lost and lonely but still within, a juvenile face but an excellent kin. Why didn’t I see you before there were diamonds in my eyes. A bright light is lost but the darkness shows me the way.

» Posted By Amelia On 11.20.2008 @ 4:15 am


I sat in the chesterfield. The seconds ticked by.
My grandmother walked in carrying a picture of grandpa. Tears slid down her face as she placed the picture upon the mantle. It was me and grandpa at the lilac fields, the only memory i had of him, and the sweetest memory i had.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.23.2008 @ 2:53 pm


it is hard sometimes to ask for things. but if you do not ask, you will not get what you want. you cannot assume that people know what you need if you do not ask. i am much better at asking and i am glad. take my advice, ask …

» Posted By amelia On 08.18.2008 @ 9:09 pm

The fool asks many questions
wise man, oh so smart
He too asks questions, you fool.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.17.2008 @ 10:30 pm


I awoke to the rising sun, all burning and orange in the sky. Hard to believe it wa just gas and matter and such, seemed like some sort of god to me. I pushed aside the curtains and stepped onto the sand. My own private village, who would’ve thunk it? Ive been on this island for months however, it wasn’t something i enjoyed.

» Posted By Amelia On 08.14.2008 @ 1:36 pm


“Sentence” — I came here hoping for some sort of direction, some sense of where to go from here. “Sentence?” How is THAT helpful? Everything I write is a sentence, or ought to be, by the laws of grammar set into motion centuries ago. English teachers, unite!

» Posted By amelia On 04.28.2008 @ 9:25 am


standing waiting screaming laying girl boy doctors office orthodontist vet’s office dog tired school work butt chair table math class

» Posted By Amelia On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


major. i plan on majoring in creative writing in college, but in the present, it all just seems so distant. major decisions frighten me. i’m the most indecisive person i know.

» Posted By amelia On 01.15.2010 @ 8:12 pm


Spot. There is a spot on my mind, a stain, that can never be drawn out or erased. It will remain, and I am afraid, so afraid. Spotting. Spottage. I don’t know anymore.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.14.2010 @ 7:57 pm


There was a time when i was young and free-spirited. I enjoyed picking up bamboo from the woods behind my house. i thought it was gorgeous. Now i simply despise bamboo. I spent a summer farming. We chopped bamboo to use for pole bean stakes for two weeks straight, and during that time, i ended up with the most painful blisters i’ve ever experienced, and several gashes from knives and machetes. It was definitely worthwhile.

» Posted By amelia On 01.11.2010 @ 8:38 pm


a katch locking me from you that all, just a simple piece of metal barring me from you, who knew that something so small and insignificant could stop the love of a life time, a focus only on that my eye blurring out everything else.

» Posted By Amelia On 01.11.2010 @ 2:14 pm


I love pumpkins in a field growing. I also love to cut them up and make funny faces in them. I love to eat pumpkin pie, anything made out of pumpkin really. I love to bake the seeds to snack on, a very versatile plant.

» Posted By Amelia On 11.27.2009 @ 7:31 am

pumpkin pie. thanksgiving.

» Posted By amelia On 11.26.2009 @ 8:09 pm


dew drops and london fog are forgotten in a cloud of eerie silence that envelops the being with a feeling of mystery enshrouded in query and questions
What’s next, will I find hope behind this space?

» Posted By Amelia On 09.29.2009 @ 2:18 pm


stripes were what i wore they day i thought i looked so trendy and indie, taking my guitar to a campfire to sing gospel songs to impress my friends.
sudden realization, i cant play guitar that well.
how humiliating.

» Posted By amelia On 11.22.2009 @ 10:54 pm


reminds me of mane like a horse

» Posted By amelia On 11.16.2009 @ 6:33 pm


god, jesus, holy, worship is about thanking god for the gift of life and forgiveness he is has given me. its not really meditation or prayer but i can be. its more about recognizing the one truth and constant in my life and letting that and God give me center.

» Posted By Amelia On 12.06.2009 @ 10:06 pm

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