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When you are in fifth grade you yell at your best friend that the two of you need to be “Civilized human beings.” HAHA! The memories this word brings back. Making duck noises at people in restaurants, than being civil (or as close as you can be to that) the next second…
» Posted By caroline On 10.16.2012 @ 12:01 pm
I’ve never buried anyone because I’ve never known anyone that’s died. Well, except one boy in middle school in my lit class. He committed suicide. It was really strange, the day before he died he read a poem to the class called El Dorado by Edgar Allen Poe. It haunts me all the time.
» Posted By caroline On 10.15.2012 @ 11:43 am
gone is a small word with a huge impact. Just look at it… “Gone”. It says something was once there and made a big enough statement on your life that you recognize it’s not there any more. Maybe it’s a lost relative or relationship or a goal you didn’t achieve… gone…
» Posted By caroline On 10.12.2012 @ 1:23 pm
wet- dripping, sopping wet from a day at the pool. Slide down the water slide and SPLASH all the by standers. Silly bystanders. Why would they stand by the slide when they know they’ll get wet?
» Posted By caroline On 10.11.2012 @ 2:24 pm
Its good to have things fresh. Fresh fruits, fresh clean clothing, otherwise life would be gross and smelly ya know? We would get sick from food, everything would smell and life would just suck. I much rather have fresh items then old items.
» Posted By Caroline On 10.10.2012 @ 12:44 pm
i just did this…..learned it in physics. found out about this on StumbleUpon. Such a good site, love it!!! OKAYYY gotta do my math and chem homework and maybe some history!!! AAAAHHH MASSSS MASSSSS
» Posted By Caroline On 10.08.2012 @ 3:46 pm
i love mass. mass is used in physics. i studied it last year. it was easy but soo became difficult when other components were added to it, is this working? do i keep typing until time is up? i guesss soooo
» Posted By Caroline On 10.08.2012 @ 3:41 pm
what people scream when they’re in trouble, in need of assistance or the silent cry of someone trapped in a pit of despair.
» Posted By Caroline On 09.26.2012 @ 9:42 pm
“HELP!” The man cried, as he stood, small as a star in the sky, at the top of the high-rise apartment building. A small crowd had gathered below, and were watching in mild horror and fascination. Obviously having scaled his way out there with a fierce determination to jump, having made his way half way across the fire escape, the man’s determination had failed him and he was frozen, petrified out of his mind.
» Posted By Caroline On 09.26.2012 @ 5:28 pm
He doesn’t know anything but this
This is what he was raised to know is home
From the squeaky swinging door to the stain on the coffee table
It seemed okay
It all felt right
Even when he hit her hard
Daddy always told him Mom was gonna be okay
Everytime that other lady came home
Mom was gonna be okay
It seemed okay
» Posted By Caroline On 09.25.2012 @ 3:12 pm
I am not afraid. Not of the future, well maybe a little, but definitely not my past. I have come to terms with it and have grown. Back then, I couldn’t imagine how anything would get easier and when the fear would go away. It hasn’t left me completely, but it has gotten easier and I have come farther than I could have ever thought possible.
» Posted By caroline On 09.23.2012 @ 5:57 pm
There’s something wrong with you. You can’t do anything right. Doesn’t work well. Relationships. Families. DAnger.
» Posted By Caroline On 09.13.2012 @ 12:35 am
The man smiled brightly at me. I grinned back. He scooted a little closer to me. I felt a tad uncomfortable. “Hi,” He said, flexing. I felt disgusted and got on my bus, thinking about anything other than the flirting man.
» Posted By Caroline On 09.08.2012 @ 11:44 am
Whenever someone flexes, I think less about them. What are they trying to prove? that they have muscles? Do I really care? I want a man who can love, not lift. I don’t care about how you look, I care about how you treat me.
» Posted By Caroline On 09.08.2012 @ 11:35 am
miracle,the first thing that comes to mind is from that ground up song yesterday, i really listen to a lot of music. i guess portugal comes to mind, remember how i went there? that was cool as shit, im well traveled, moreso than most people. that is awesome and incredible, it has instilled such an itch in me, i need to see everything, i hope i can.
» Posted By caroline On 09.03.2012 @ 5:48 pm
The man searched through the cracked soil for some resevoir of water, but found none. The mirages swirled in front of him as he blindly stumbled across the desert floor, unsure of how far away death was from him.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.31.2012 @ 7:45 pm
I was dehydrated once. When I was in the 4th grade, I passed out in the girl’s bathroom because of it.
A desert is dehydrated. I live in a desert.
He searched everywhere for that one drop of water, that one connection to life, but he couldn’t find it. The mirages swirled in front of him,
» Posted By Caroline On 08.31.2012 @ 7:43 pm
the misty river I was swimming in was holding me back as I tried to go out of it. It seemed to be controlled by some god, who wanted to keep me from reaching the end of my journey . How misty.
» Posted By caroline On 08.18.2012 @ 11:07 am
events are moments in our lives that tend to be important and that we remember, that have some kind of impact on us. i like to look at events in a positive light, like things such as weddings or graduations. milestones in our lives. starting and ending points
» Posted By Caroline On 08.19.2012 @ 8:02 pm
I entered the hotel and looked, as casually as I could, at the porter. He was a small, stout man, and he returned my gaze with the same carefree nature that I gave him.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.19.2012 @ 10:35 am
I’m in the zone and I don’t want to lose this concentration. How could I even get out of it? It’s like cult, once you’re sucked in, there’s no way you can turn back. But why would you want to lose this feeling? It’s a rush. It’s the mind. It’s your time.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.15.2012 @ 12:11 pm
Substance. Everything in life as we know of is composed of these little tiny inorganic molecules that ultimately make up us. We deal with substance every day, but have you ever wondered what exactly defines the difference between living and nonliving substances? Where does our conscious come from? How did we breathe life into the simple nonliving matter that our bodies are composed of? Life is such a wondrous thing, but it all comes down to the simple substance that makes it up.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.08.2012 @ 11:34 am
when you put pressure on something or someone like you and me. you can do this by poking someone with a stick or some other idea that came to your mind. sometimes it can really hurt when you do get punctured, but other times it is just plain annoying. For another example you can make jello and put something in it, the pressure you put on it made that “thing” you used go inside of it.
» Posted By Caroline On 08.06.2012 @ 9:39 pm
Methods of the creative process. In art every artist has there own method, I spend more time staring at my drawings than actually connecting pencil to paper. Thinking.
» Posted By Caroline On 07.31.2012 @ 5:42 pm
I was sent to the principal’s office for the fourth time that term. She was a stern woman, with a flat round face and deeply set blue eyes. She had me filed as a ringleader, if anything was amiss at the school, she sent for me,
» Posted By Caroline On 07.29.2012 @ 12:01 pm
One never ending line of words
ordering me around
as if I am some kind of animal
I try to read it
the words slip in and out of my mind
leaving no trace that it ever existed
» Posted By Caroline On 07.22.2012 @ 10:42 am
While walking along the mesmerizing streets of the city i came across this man, a man that I felt I used to know, I, of course, didnt really know this man but his essence was one i felt in my heart
» Posted By Caroline On 07.19.2012 @ 5:41 pm
the crew on the ship were big strong and sexy. they were all tan from working on the ship all day in the blazing hot sun. i stood there watching one in particular. i was at my peak of youth and extrememly frustrated from my lack of sexual intercourse. The one in particular and shor curly hair, electric green eyes, and had the most amazing build. he was strong yet i could tell he still had a sensistive side to him
» Posted By caroline On 07.16.2012 @ 9:30 am
saturdays are pretty cool. i like them because its a day where i can do anything & nobody really cares. i usually hang out with friends. i also like that you dont get that “its-monday-tomorrow” feeling that you get on sunday. saturday is just anything you want. tomorrow is actually a party so woo hoo!
» Posted By Caroline On 06.29.2012 @ 10:24 pm
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share. like distributing pamphlets or leaflets or whatever. flyers too. and theres another meaning i don’t remember it though. quite frustrating.
» Posted By caroline On 06.26.2012 @ 9:20 pm