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» Posted By bella On 11.14.2011 @ 12:50 am

In my mind thoughts jump around in one big imagination, lives and colors. Golden princes and princess and purple skies in the winter. Sisters with intertwined hands . Songs at dish time and a million days of school…..

» Posted By bella On 11.13.2011 @ 10:36 pm


There are alot of prints in the world… Paw prints, a printer prints even people leave foot prints… You get INprints, OUTprints and just normal prints =)

» Posted By bella On 11.10.2011 @ 5:21 am

Prints. I want to make prints. I want to screen print and print out my art and print out everything cool I’ve ever seen on the internet.
Printing makes things permanent, it makes them tangible. They do not exist solely in your imagination or on the web or anywhere other than in your hands or on the wall or on the train car you’re riding in.

» Posted By Bella On 11.09.2011 @ 6:57 pm


Autum is a season in wich there is a lot of wind and leaves all over the place…. It’s really hard to keep your back yard clean in Autum…

» Posted By bella On 11.08.2011 @ 12:03 am


Combination is a word that means absolutely nothing to me. Nothing. Is it that surprising? Combination……..see the problem is that sometimes even when you write without thinking, you find out that nothing is there. No, I know that somewhere inside me there are 13 drops of wine. There is life.

» Posted By bella On 11.03.2011 @ 10:31 pm


sacrifice….it’s something that not all people can make capable of. but the day you find the person that can and will, you’ve found someone worth being with.

» Posted By Bella On 10.29.2011 @ 8:10 pm


Auto…….the 1920’s when the ladies keep their hair in scarves or under fashionable hats. When you wore dresses and high heels every day. Where style was the epitome of feminism. And you could ride in automobiles.

» Posted By bella On 10.24.2011 @ 5:12 pm


Spring time. When the snow starts to melt. When mud squishes through your toes. In Alaska its still cold but you take off your coat anyhow. When it feels as if there isn’t any way you can stay in school for another month.

» Posted By bella On 10.23.2011 @ 11:16 pm


conviction is sown into the soil of the green fields surrounds my house and wrapped up and saved in the bales its made into. Conviction is reborn and re-found every spring when the fields finally start to wake up again.

» Posted By bella On 10.11.2011 @ 6:25 pm


you can stack just about anything… if you know where to stack and howmto stack it… take ducks for exaple… if you stack ducks be sure to rotate them so that your stack wont fall down… and if it does try practising with something more stable like your dog.

» Posted By bella On 10.11.2011 @ 7:26 am


im on the edge cliff shell silversteen desperation suicide love last chance gray skies clouds leather jackets beautiful red hair hospita bed las chance last chance

» Posted By bella On 10.02.2011 @ 12:05 pm


Often, I am preoccupied. There is a window in my classroom. Many times my desk is directly in front of it. There are a billion and one things to see out that window. I like school, but I get preoccupied. The trees out the window make the most intricate patterns, forming animals, people, design. And in the winter, miraculously, there are still sometimes, leaves.

» Posted By bella On 09.24.2011 @ 12:00 pm


I sit on the couch and let my mind wander. From thoughts of my babies to the way she smiled at me. We gather and share nd love on the couch. And then we sleep. Yay. :)

» Posted By Bella On 09.22.2011 @ 9:05 am


Theres a fear that comes. It makes you incapable of doing a single thing. You can’t check under the bed. You can’t look around the tree. If freezes you in time, yet things continue around you. You can not move from a crouched position. Not that it makes you any safer to be crouching.

» Posted By bella On 09.20.2011 @ 12:25 pm


Times to celebrate. The beginning of spring. The birth of a baby. Graduation. The homecoming of a loved one. The reading of a genius book. The marriage of two people completely in love. Thanksgiving. Or, celebrate each day.

» Posted By bella On 09.19.2011 @ 6:36 pm


A pouch in which to carry all my worldly goods of which there are few. A pouch to carry a snatch of love and a parcel of hope. A pouch in which to carry life. A pouch to hold memories. A pouch for the good ones and the bad. What do you hold?

» Posted By bella On 09.16.2011 @ 10:49 pm


Are you average? Its what we loathe. Isn’t it? Nobody wants to be average. Really in every person there is a bit of genius and nobody makes you average. If something becomes average, its because its been neglected or worse yet subdued and the genius has been buried.

» Posted By bella On 09.15.2011 @ 12:15 pm


billing acounts. And an acount for money. My dad has told me for years he would set me up a bank acount. he has finally got around to it. Account has a lot of meanings. Hold yourself acountable. Acountable for our reactions. It means that we’re given a sense of responsiblity. We are being held acountable whether or not we realize it. Account gives a bit more enormity to what we do. Doesn’t it? That is, if you believe in that sort of thing. I do. Most certainly.

» Posted By bella On 09.14.2011 @ 10:21 pm


i wish i could transport somewhere else just because i want to see other people know what everything is like for them. experience a world that might be happier than this. transportation as in cars is a pretty good thing. you can get where ever you want when ever you want. though i feel like no one walks anywhere because of it, so maybe its actually a bad thing.

» Posted By bella On 08.20.2011 @ 9:24 pm


i want to succeed, who doesn’t? it’s just that sometimes it’s so hard. we’re all supposed to be great, handsome beautiful amazing and beat everyone else. is that what success is? or is it personal happiness? i really don’t know. and i wonder if it even really matters.

» Posted By bella On 08.17.2011 @ 11:59 pm


The needle lay alone on the table, with a small bit of thread protruding from it’s eye. White thread. Who had been sewing and what had they been sewing? The questions rush through my mind. Were they making something special or just doing repairs?

» Posted By Bella On 08.16.2011 @ 8:05 am


it holds your hair strands so you can do yoga. They are convenient and stretchy. You can get them really cheap at the drug store. They are barely noticed most of the time and considered replaceable. But if your elastic breaks during a yoga class… it really, really sucks. You learn to LOVE and cherish your elastic bands.

» Posted By Bella On 08.10.2011 @ 2:54 pm


as i loook at you today i find that i love you to death and i miss you incerdibly, i loved yu but you threw me away, you lied,. i miss you so much, i need a new man to replace. savor please please come and rescue me, im in need of a hero, i know life goe son but i miss you, i hope some were in you you miss me to~

» Posted By bella On 08.04.2011 @ 12:23 pm


music. in school. a place to just create a work of art. whether its composed or just off the top of your head. its music. or a group of people doing the same thing, creating music. one person or a bunch, still music.

» Posted By bella On 07.27.2011 @ 12:14 pm


Cigarettes are disgusting cancer sticks. They are somehow illegal even though 1 out of 2 smokers die early. People pretend they are cool by smoking even though it makes them smell bad and look dreadful.

» Posted By Bella On 07.16.2011 @ 12:37 pm


antlers are on deer. they are like a helmet for them. like ears but on the top of their head. they’re like rocks but they’re not rocks because they;re long. reindeer have them and some goats but only ,male goats because they’re tough and they need to fight, unlike female goats whole can only breed- animals are sexist.

» Posted By bella On 06.26.2011 @ 4:11 am


Gfffh let go of me I was being held captive by the reds gang HELP
Anyone a glint caught my eye a knife was being raised to my throat nooooooooo bye life

» Posted By bella On 06.19.2011 @ 2:08 pm

Held. I held you tight yet u ran from me sp reading your wings flying into the sun burning into ash your time on earth is done

» Posted By bella On 06.19.2011 @ 2:02 pm


Choo chooo train always moving gradually along the tracks awkwardly gliding across
The track moving along thee landscape

» Posted By bella On 06.16.2011 @ 12:40 am

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