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I figured today my garden I shall have outside of my kitchen window this
Spring. Daffodils, roses, different herbs.

» Posted By Anna On 11.17.2015 @ 3:20 pm


i think about my way, my life and one boring day like today. Although have manything to do but why i dont want to do anything. not lazy, not motivation

» Posted By anna On 11.12.2015 @ 6:53 pm


Jump off and fly into an open space. Nature. Birds flying around. Happy. Clouds. Life.

» Posted By Anna On 11.04.2015 @ 10:20 am

Hanging off a cliff it is deep and dark and scary terrifying hold me up no falling water fall far down lie dead on the ground scared beauty terrifying run for your life listen to the waves crashing beneath

» Posted By Anna On 11.04.2015 @ 3:46 am


It’s simply simple! SIMPLE.Stands on its feet.So simple.

» Posted By Anna On 10.29.2015 @ 11:50 am


“Why not?” my mum always replied with this sarcastic response, and when I replied with “I would prefer not to” it never went down well.
Maybe preference doesn’t really exist and we all simply have to obey without regard for our own desires…

» Posted By Anna On 10.25.2015 @ 5:20 pm


bricks are strong, they make houses. they have nice colors, sturdy, build tall structures. brick and mortar, establishments, soil of our community. stone is prettier but brick is almost as good. I always wanted to live in a solid brick house. it seems like it won’t blow away. bricks can be red, brown, dark orange and are symetrical. not sure what year bricks were invented or how they are made. one of my ancestors was a brick layer. if I were going to build a fireplace or outdoor oven, I would build it on my own with bricks and/or stone. it would last for a very long time. I have had a brick fireplace before and it feels solid and protective.

» Posted By anna On 10.23.2015 @ 3:19 pm


chưa biết viết gì cả, đôi khi mình thấy mình thật cầu toàn. mình đang thiếu tự tin, thật nhiều.
Mình chưa nghĩ thấu về những điều mình muốn, nó đang là những điều ggif đó còn trong giấc mơ, thỉnh thoảng nó khiến mình giật mình, à thì ra là thê.

» Posted By anna On 10.23.2015 @ 12:35 am


Collapse. When my father fell to the floor in the living room. Collapse. My life now that he’s gone. Collapse. My emotions and my purpose. Collapse. Dreams. Collapse. Hopes. Collapse. Reason.

» Posted By Anna On 10.19.2015 @ 11:11 pm


This was fun!

» Posted By Anna On 10.02.2015 @ 10:12 am

created by God

» Posted By Anna On 10.02.2015 @ 10:11 am


The sun was hot in the sky and Maggie wasbt ready to go out again. It had been hard enough to show Ally let alone a whole beach of people. She held her arm out and rubbed at the peeled skin.

» Posted By Anna On 07.28.2015 @ 11:49 am


you can lounge here for a while. that won’t make it better. ive already dusted off my shoes. ive already gone.

» Posted By Anna On 07.17.2015 @ 12:15 pm


without a name, anon o mouse a tiny thing, it’s there, it’s invisible. until the dog finds it and carries it around the yard in her mouth, gently, its tiny tail sticking out, a named thing.

» Posted By anna On 06.10.2015 @ 10:25 pm


unfolding the little paper fortune teller to see a number inside. moving your fingertips together and apart that many times. unfolding the laundry that he folded so you can fold it again the right way. wondering what you could find out about your future. folding a shirt into a tiny rectangle.

» Posted By anna On 06.09.2015 @ 4:46 pm


i did tracks yesterday. what the heck gives? i don’t have more to say about tracks. i guess people have track marks. i have never seen that except for on tv. when i was a kid my knee got a growing disease. it hurt me. there is a truck in my backyard!

» Posted By anna On 06.08.2015 @ 12:56 pm

I keep back tracking, like why does it have to always go back to you, why cant it be back to the one before you? what about him? her? but no, its always you, back tracking to the one i first loved, the one i first felt true life with… I thought memories would be great, but your my only track

» Posted By Anna On 06.08.2015 @ 12:07 am

this is the location of my “website”

» Posted By anna On 06.07.2015 @ 10:07 pm

oh, i can see your tracks… those are the opening lyrics to a laura veirs song that i love. i remember leaving pennies, nails, forks, whatever we could find on the train tracks in wilbur, i remember the taste of the dust. now i am thinking about sixty seconds and the tracks i am making here, letters one after the other showing where my thoughts go.

» Posted By anna On 06.07.2015 @ 10:05 pm


And we waltzed. I held her close. Even closer than we danced in life. Closer than our skin could ever have been. But oh, did we waltz! There were no beings in the universe as intertwined and eternal as we were in that moment.

» Posted By Anna On 05.15.2015 @ 6:31 pm


He hated her. He hated her fingers. So scarred and mutilated. Ugly little limp sausages. Gnarled and disgusting. He didn’t like her touch.

» Posted By Anna On 05.13.2015 @ 11:13 am


Her will was strong. They tied her down, told her she was a slave to her gender. And that she was a slave to her husband’s. But none of that mattered to her. She would take the throne.

– On Lady Macbeth

» Posted By Anna On 04.25.2015 @ 10:44 pm


I was resting after soccer practice. It made me tired running around the field playing soccer. Soccer is my favorite sport

» Posted By Anna On 04.23.2015 @ 7:01 am


Transitions are always difficult, but they can also be enjoyable if you’re knitting with a gradient pack and you just start to switch the colors every couple rows. Also, the thing you do with fair isle and speckles that get more and more gradual is very fun. But real life transitions can be difficult, which is why some people knit, I suppose. I guess transitions just depend on what they’re transitioning.

» Posted By Anna On 03.20.2015 @ 8:03 pm


He was so adorable I couldn’t even fathom, my love for him expanded, my yearn for his touch grew with every second, how I longed for his kiss, yet I perfectly knew very well that I couldn’t have him. He was at the distance reach, he was the forbidden apple, he was my dream boy and I was too late for he met my sister and fell in love with her instead.

» Posted By Anna On 03.12.2015 @ 12:04 pm


“This coffee is fucking disgusting,” She said, griiacing. “Where’d you get it?”
“Your coffee stash.” He said. “What, no taste for your own shit?”

» Posted By Anna On 02.27.2015 @ 7:29 pm


Today, I didn’t sit next to Ryan. I didn’t talk to him in the halls, and I didn’t sit at the middle tables at lunch with him either. At recess, Ryan saved me a swing, but when I ran outside, I ignored his voice calling my name to sit with him. I played tag with Mia and her other friends, including Lia, who made snarky comments about me all day. In art, I sat in my assigned seat, which was across from Lia. “You know Charlie, I could give Ryan back to you, actually, I think I’ll keep him.” She said laughing. Today we were painting masks, and what a bad day for it too. I was so mad, that I scooped up a big, red, gooey, watery chunk of paint and threw it at Lea’s new white blouse. “Aghhh!” She cried. She looked at me with a look of revenge and scooped up a handful of yellow paint and threw it at my pants. “You rat!” She yelled.
“Oh! Is that how you want to play it?” I asked picking up the entire plate of acrylic paint. I slammed it into her beautiful, expensive blouse. Lia took her paint plate and threw it at my face. I removed it as I wiped my face the best I could and spit out green paint. “Oh, game on!” I yelled scooping paints from my neighbor’s plates and threw it onto her hair. Paint splats dotted her face.
“Art war!” One of the boys yelled. Soon, everyone was throwing paint at each other. The art teacher ran around frantically, trying to quiet us down. Eventually, when everyone was covered head to toe in multi-colored paint, the principal walked in.

» Posted By Anna On 02.10.2015 @ 9:45 am


She walked sheepishly into the store, the judgmental and condescending countenances of the other shoppers a constant reminder of her struggles. She looked down in shame and examined her outfit: a dim white shirt with various stains so old she didn’t even remember where they came from; a dark green jacket with a small tear in the left shoulder; faded jeans with holes all over them; falling-apart, imitation brand Converse sneakers. She made her way toward the back corner, where they kept the clothes she could afford – the clearance section.

» Posted By Anna On 01.31.2015 @ 1:42 pm


The room she found herself in was almost pitch black. The only light coming from anywhere was from a small window that seemed miles away. She tried to wriggle out of the tight ropes that bound her, but there was no use. She was captured.

» Posted By Anna On 01.27.2015 @ 1:19 pm

It was a brisk fall morning. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the girl was used to going to school early. She stood at her usual bus stop and watched for the yellow vehicle’s bright lights to come into view. Suddenly, she felt a harsh grip on her shoulders. Then, there was nothing.

» Posted By Anna On 01.27.2015 @ 12:48 pm

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