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Waking up with a pit in my stomach, the haunting tone of my mom’s voice saying that dreaded word can’t help but echo in my head. Ill. A word that can simply be replaced by so many other mundane adjectives but I grew up with this specific description following any sort of symptom. Ill.

» Posted By Becca On 07.24.2011 @ 6:12 pm


florence welch. like isabella said. is this the word every time?

» Posted By Becca On 07.24.2011 @ 10:42 am


She reached through the plastic protection pane to hand me my two tickets, while I silently wondered if they would both be necessary. After waiting twenty minutes without a call I know inside that she won’t show…

» Posted By Becca On 07.22.2011 @ 5:42 pm


the color of my mother, if she was a color. soft and graceful. the walls in my grandmothers home, where we would paint exactly what was in our brains. Violet, the color of the paint on my toenails in the river.

» Posted By becca On 07.21.2011 @ 1:21 pm


I wish I had a megaphone for my mind so that it wouldn’t be so hard for me to tell the rest of the world what I’m thinking.

» Posted By Becca On 07.20.2011 @ 8:47 am


straw hats are lining the tracks as the workers in the field ignore as the train goes by. On my way to the one place I could never see myself

» Posted By Becca On 07.11.2011 @ 7:09 pm


the mean is the average. math is the enemy. so logical, so exactly like me. yet so far with me. i manage to be completely logical, yet prone to messing up the question of 2+7.

» Posted By Becca On 07.11.2011 @ 12:42 am

BeccA LANE is the definition of this word..especially right when she wakes up..oh man..but as the day ages her attidtude expires and she be cames the lady i grew to know kinda well..sort of..kiss me? no..hold me? not right now..

» Posted By becca On 07.10.2011 @ 5:52 pm


a baby to cry every day but eventually it will turn happy when it understands that life is beautiful and full of flowers and the pretties trees ever. Trees you can climb and that will blossom and become aged over time.. like people. Trees are beautiful like people and many other things. Life is beautiful. beautiful.

» Posted By becca On 07.09.2011 @ 4:57 pm


In Peter Pan, Peter and Wendy are marooned on a rock in the middle of the ocean. To save her, Peter gets a bird to let Wendy in its nest and ships them off to sea. He couldn’t fly away because Hook wounded Peter and took away his flight somehow.

Isn’t that beautiful?
It’s love.

» Posted By Becca On 07.07.2011 @ 3:29 pm


I am in love with the cast of the Harry Potter movies. I don’t know why. Rupert Grint is my favorite. My friends laugh at me because he’s not the hottest or the most talented, but… he’s a really sweet guy, you know? If acting doesn’t work out, he’s planning on driving an ice cream truck. That’s AWESOME.

» Posted By Becca On 07.06.2011 @ 6:01 pm


presents are given to people at many times of the year, I especially liked my Valentines present in 2009 when Mark gava me a ring to promise our engagement. I wear it even now on my right hand wedding finger. He makes me happy :D

» Posted By Becca On 07.02.2011 @ 3:03 pm


My stepdad. I guess we get along, but that’s because we don’t really bother with each other, and that’s how I like it anyway. I don’t really like to bother with anyone.

» Posted By Becca On 06.29.2011 @ 10:51 pm


I kind of liked his hair, and his smile, and I craved more of his voice – I let my head fall to my hands. I had a crush on another boy.

» Posted By Becca On 06.29.2011 @ 11:03 am


We live in a society with deteriorating morals. The abundance of reality tv shows, like Jersey Shore, are advocating low morale and making that behavior seem acceptable. The level of morale is lowering slowly and it scares me to think about the kind of world I’ll have to raise my children in when their generation arrives.

» Posted By Becca On 06.26.2011 @ 8:01 pm


I was locked in and that was all. No escape. I surrendered to its cold bars, the damp floor, it was now my home.

» Posted By Becca On 06.21.2011 @ 8:19 pm

Cells are parts of all living breathing organisms. They make up all of us. We are built out of cells, so small we can’t see them. Invisible to the naked eye.

» Posted By becca On 06.21.2011 @ 1:44 pm


I never could predict the way you’d look and me and say “Hey, let’s do something crazy” “Let’s make some history” “Let’s burn it all down so they can say ‘Wow we’ve got tones ahead of us, but at least it was nice to watch” But then again, what would have been the point if I knew it was coming

» Posted By Becca On 06.20.2011 @ 2:32 pm


i held onto everything from before
i left you lying there
i watched us dance a million times before
and you just didnt care
we shot we tried we laughed we cried
we believed in love and dreams
but you took all i had inside
and you left me at your feet
i held onto your heart for sometime
and i watched you slip away
my eyes, my heart, is no longer mine

» Posted By Becca On 06.20.2011 @ 9:31 am

I want to be held in your arms. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want you to love me. I just want you to want me like I want you…

» Posted By Becca On 06.19.2011 @ 6:09 pm


Belief in God is hard to find in today’s teens. I personally don’t have it. I try. But no matter what I do I just can’t see God in my life. It’s not that I don’t see anything good, I just can’t see something supernatural behind it. I like science, I like rationality. Belief… blind faith… I can’t do it. I just can’t. Does that make me stupid or close-minded?

» Posted By Becca On 06.18.2011 @ 7:34 pm


I hate trains. Well, to be clear, I hate trains that run longer than 4 hours. I just can’t stand it! Especially when the cushions are labelled “comfort”. They clearly have no idea what they’re talking about. If you’ve ever sat on a train for 22 hours then you know what I’m talking about. Constantly adjusting and readjusting yourself in the vain hope that you might be able to sleep for a period longer than 10 minutes. trains? no thank you.

» Posted By becca On 06.15.2011 @ 5:17 pm

Listening to the clacking of the wheels against the tracks, the roar of the engine, the sound made by the crossing signal, I’m standing here thinking of you. You are old fashioned romance, boxcar jumping and campfire tales.

» Posted By Becca On 06.15.2011 @ 4:50 pm


It was painted like a song. Dripping languidly to the ground to spread through out the earth. It sang of harmony in a thousand colors and danced naked through the cement walls to touch the hearts of everyone who saw.

» Posted By Becca On 06.06.2011 @ 7:21 pm

It was painted like a song. Dripping languidly down to connect to the earth and spread through the world.

» Posted By Becca On 06.06.2011 @ 7:18 pm


Teachers write on it.
They’re hardly used anymore :(
Usually black, or green.
Mounted on a wall, in a classroom, in a school (usually).

» Posted By Becca On 06.04.2011 @ 7:05 pm


prom is comng up and im going with a friend. but im not going in a limo becaus eim too cheap and its a fake prom so i dont see a need for the limo. although in movies it seems fun. but everythign seems fun in movies thats the point of them isnt it?

» Posted By becca On 06.02.2011 @ 5:55 pm


I remember this one time I was at the beach and I saw a really big jellyfish. Remembering is recalling something that happened a very long time ago that you can think about and know what happened. It’s a cool thing you’re brain does. You can remember a place, an event, or a person.

» Posted By Becca On 05.30.2011 @ 12:24 pm


Things that ‘make’ a beard.
They grow on the side of a man’s face, near the front of his ears.
Most sideburns are awkward.
Others look pretty chill.
Some sideburns are annoying to kiss, because they are all prickly.
Elvis had sideburns…I think…

» Posted By Becca On 05.29.2011 @ 6:52 pm


an undefined loss of hope fuelled by love and fear and loss that grows in the centre of your chest, becoming almost tangible in its ferocity.

» Posted By becca On 05.28.2011 @ 5:26 pm

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