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Dorothy told the biggest liar to Steffan. This deeming a complete liar. Her green eyes blazed in the sun as she spoke to him.
» Posted By Becca On 06.27.2010 @ 5:48 pm
if I could tell you how I used to dig through the hot sand, searching for buried treasure with my sisters, I would tell you that I wish I could turn back time instead of telling you. The beach is a safe haven, between worlds
» Posted By Becca On 06.25.2010 @ 1:20 am
i lept off of the bridge… i thought it would solve all of my problems. but later during the fall i began to regret it, and looked back on the life i thought i had lived, only to realize that i hadn’t lived at all.
» Posted By becca On 06.17.2010 @ 7:09 pm
high strung is what people call me. it always sounds like strong, but i’m wrong. high strung, anal, obsessive compulsive- yup that’s me. what else is new? everyone sucks. high strung.
» Posted By becca On 06.09.2010 @ 5:39 pm
in the first century man and women discovered love. maybe not discovered but just fell. and life was harder for everyone else after that. because its not so simple anymore.
» Posted By Becca On 06.02.2010 @ 4:50 pm
When the gong rings, I run for supper; to the big round table with deep notches. Maybe it’ll be a hamburger, freshly cooked by Aunt Sue. Or maybe it’ll be a bowl of rice, sticky and salty. The possibilities are endless; my mouth waters.
» Posted By becca On 06.01.2010 @ 10:23 pm
i like to blow bubbles. they make me happy. one time i drank bubbles, because i wasnt thinking and it said scented. but i thought that meant flavored for some reason. so i drank them. worst experience i had in a long time lol. i have a cousin nicknamed bubbles. i dont get it. at all. but you know .it works. lol. uhhhh when i was little i would spend ten minutes washing my hands cuz u would make bubbles from the soap. i would never wash off the mirror though, so i always got caught haha.
» Posted By Becca On 04.29.2010 @ 8:50 pm
I’ve never really thought about bongos before. They’re just something I use to play in grade school band. The big thumping noises they make. How you can play them with sticks and your hands. That’s the best part though. The best part is that you get to use these full sounding drums and keep the beat going as the song rises and swells around you. It’s an amazing experience.
» Posted By Becca On 04.24.2010 @ 11:39 am
A reflection ppol. a mirror with cracks in it. what do you see when you look in the mirror? have you ever been surprised by what you see? have you ever seen your reflection and said “oh, well hello there.” who are you today?
» Posted By becca On 04.17.2010 @ 1:24 pm
yellow and light it floats around her legs with each breeze off of the lake. its soft buttery folds are the color of her hair and the two combine in a golden ribbon down her back
» Posted By becca On 05.18.2010 @ 1:45 pm
Destiny is your mind’s perception of what’s right.
» Posted By becca On 05.16.2010 @ 10:20 pm
Chained here to my mediocre life, unemployed, unhappy no way of escaping. Chained to everything and everyone around me, with no life at all.
» Posted By Becca On 05.04.2010 @ 5:36 pm
The curls in my hair bounce playfully in the wind. My golden locks tease and flirt with the promiscuous breeze. The sea air taunting my skin and the sun lovingly caressing it.
» Posted By Becca On 04.12.2010 @ 7:30 pm
just do it. calling the bind, the full, the meter, the measure of you and me and all of this combined. i have seen several sites of gore and lore and i am ready to see more…touching in such strange ways. have you seen my european garage? there is another way to do it, he said, he said; he said touch me more….touch me, i swear, i won’t touch you more than you said you claimed you claimed i would. meter me this.
» Posted By becca On 05.13.2009 @ 5:55 pm
i’m so afraid to drop
all held in suspension
fall like a stone
i’m holding them all together
but if one piece falls
will i too
» Posted By Becca On 05.08.2009 @ 5:53 pm
it hurts so much
but all i do is put a cover on it
but then when i rip it off
pain in my chest
no more bandages
let the wounds bleed.
» Posted By Becca On 01.02.2009 @ 7:04 pm
you belong somewhere. everyone does. i think. i hope everyone belongs somewhere. belong is such a loaded word. it means that you have a purpose and a point, a reason for being, to someone. someone finds you special. maybe it’s not a someone, though, meybe you just belong to a place. but that means you still have a purpose in some way.
» Posted By Becca On 12.13.2008 @ 9:37 am
as i was locked in the room of the boardinghouse… I realized that this wasn’t just a place to sleep and go to school. it was a place where, once again, i would be stalked because of my prematuration of my body. i can’t believe my parents got me into this. they are never going to let me out. they are jealous because i take their boyfriends… even though i don’t want them.
» Posted By Becca On 01.30.2009 @ 1:24 pm
to me this signifies security, a safe place when I know that the one I love holds the key. Thats the beauty of bondage and the joy of submission. freedom with all responsibilities taken from you, so you can just ‘be’. It’s beautiful and fulfilling.
» Posted By Becca On 01.29.2009 @ 10:16 am
The door had been locked for ages. She had no idea what was behind it. As a child, she would sit in front of it, shoving her fingers under the door and feeling the bit of floor she could reach. What was behind this door was a complete mystery, and she loved that.
» Posted By Becca On 01.28.2009 @ 1:44 pm
grey black odd lonely one word sad happy funky josh? jordan becca love vday lost august burns red composure unknown three days grace poopie peepee blood bumclot anal bead
» Posted By becca On 01.22.2009 @ 11:29 pm
Change. Change is something that no one wants, most of the time. It made me go from where I was happiest to here, fuckin Jersey. It had my parents divorced, and nothing goes right.
» Posted By Becca On 01.21.2009 @ 5:27 pm
dancing is the sport of the gods. you need to be limber, strong, and creative. not many can perfect all the many different ways your body needs to bend, and flex its way into perfection. dancers express themselves in a way that it beautiful to everone else.
» Posted By becca On 01.19.2009 @ 9:32 pm
tick tock dock
there’s so little time left to do all that i need to do
why do i hear clocks everywhere i go?
i shouldn’t feel that it’s over when there’s still so much time, but I do.
tick tock dock .
tick tock dock.
» Posted By becca On 12.15.2008 @ 4:19 pm
wrap, neck warm, head cover, pretty, mom wore ,
» Posted By becca On 07.18.2008 @ 7:59 am
These veins are like twigs, cracking beneath my weight. These living, breathing twigs which rely on I to survive. Survive, survive.
» Posted By becca On 09.26.2009 @ 10:23 am
You can do so much with a comma, it can increase what you can write about and make your sentences a lot longer and more complicated. I like to use commas in a lot of the things I write, without commas i guess we would all have to resort to using the semi colon instead
» Posted By Becca On 09.24.2009 @ 8:01 pm
Mercury is a planet that circles in the sun in a rate of some minutes per hour per rate of something scientific that I don’t quite understand. On the planet Mercury, live an ancient race of people known as the Virgos. They ruled as the gentlest people in the solar system
» Posted By Becca On 09.21.2009 @ 4:20 pm
Paperback Writer. It was one of the songs that my Dad used to play in the car. I remember being young, hearing that same mix tape every time I got in the car. Mix 36. A random assortment of my fathers favorite Beatles songs. They never get old.
» Posted By becca On 09.15.2009 @ 5:49 pm
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oak trees are a lot of fun to eat especially if you’re not that hungry because they’re just like a watermelon you know? you can eat them for flavour and never get fat. at least this is from a troll’s point of view. you could eat a birch tree on the other hand and suffer great pains
» Posted By becca On 09.13.2009 @ 7:29 pm