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professional

My bow strokes still streak across the string with grunts. My fingers sometimes get stuck on the small tapes that dictate the small sound that flies and soars from vibration. My ear for intonation isn’t always perfect. I yearn for the day when I will play like him, a proffesional. Yet my playing is still climbing the tree to perfection.

» Posted By Caroline On 03.05.2012 @ 12:37 pm

town

small town, home town. the place where you know the streets and people know your name. everyday hubbub. ability to appreciate the small things. memories. place you pass on the interstate. unforgettable. localities. a place of firsts. a place of lasts. a train runs through it. old houses. new subdivisions. hometown pride.

» Posted By Caroline On 03.04.2012 @ 8:45 pm

The small buildings gently surrounded life, business and people of the lively town. Everyone knew everyone, so there were always those friendly smiles that lived on people’s faces. The sun shone on the inhabitants who lived and loved where they were, their home, their life, their friends, their routine. Their town

» Posted By Caroline On 03.04.2012 @ 2:40 pm

sweat

Everytime. I swear it’s always like that. My body temperature is so weird, I am cold and then I am suddenly too hot and I am sweating like crazy under my coat, it’s annoying. I am probably in my menopause without realizing! lol. Whatever. this is crazy. Why can’t I type right? my nails, I guess.. I should cut them.

» Posted By Caroline On 03.03.2012 @ 4:30 pm

The bead of sweat dripped down her head. It passed the deep dark wholes of her eyes, the mountain of her nose, and the two valleys of her lips. She swatted at it, but kept missing because of the tug of focus, trying to keep her concentrated not on where she started, but when the 26 miles would come to a halting stop

» Posted By Caroline On 03.03.2012 @ 1:13 pm

weave

The dog weaves in and out of the cones. His owner stared with a strong gaze attempting to lead the dog with her mind. The dog subconsciously thought in, out, in out. Abruptly he screeched to a stop after spotting a kitten. The owner dropped any sense of hope of victory, she had lost, she had to walk home dragging the weight of loss, and her oblivious dog behind her.

» Posted By Caroline On 03.02.2012 @ 7:35 pm

crescent

i sat and watched the crescent of the moon wondering how time has flown since it was last this shape.. this crescent moon.. reminding me of lost days .. and nights with nothing to show but fallen tears.. i sat and watched teh crescent of the moon and realised life passes way too soon.. i dry my eyes and sit and watch the crescent of the moon

» Posted By Caroline On 02.28.2012 @ 12:58 am

lift

An elevator in England
A boob lift
Lift you up if your in a bad mood
Lift your spirits
Give you a lift like give you a ride
Lift the top
Lift off
Space ship
Life

» Posted By Caroline On 02.25.2012 @ 1:54 pm

flirt

I love to flirt and be flirted with innocently .. or not! it makes us smile, stop for a while and just be, enjoy, enriched, flirty and fun keeps one young, alive and happy to pass on the sunshsine, spread a little love, flirst a little more.. innocently .. or not!

» Posted By Caroline On 02.15.2012 @ 12:54 pm

function

Anouk is lief, het liefste meisje op aarde, ze is schattig en grappig, soms wat minder, maar ozo lief en gezellig en knuffelbaar, allemaal dankzij haar papa

» Posted By Caroline On 01.31.2012 @ 7:30 am

desert

there is cactus. lizards. a lot of sand. i see it mostly in moccorro. i dont know what this is, its hot. desert desert desert desert. lots of sand. it burns. it burns. it burns.

» Posted By Caroline On 12.29.2011 @ 9:35 am

carved

Beautiful wood, engraved with names and love and memories reborn with every new surface. Knife painfully carved and killed to make way for a small timeless space in someone’s heart.

» Posted By Caroline On 12.27.2011 @ 12:07 am

blemish

Some have blemishes on their face, scars from battles on the inside of their wrists. Not me. All my blemishes are on the inside. All my blemishes are carefully covered up. Some with coverup. Some with a painted on smile when underneath all i want to do is burst into tears. But i am strong. And i can over come this. Maybe.

» Posted By caroline On 12.17.2011 @ 8:16 am

An imperfection. Most people refer to it as having to do with acne (which i have plenty of) but others may refer to it as just an imperfection in anything. In work, in art, in thheir life. Some people try to cover it up mine with makeup, but eventually they come out. And once they’re out, who knows what they’re going to do.

» Posted By Caroline On 12.17.2011 @ 8:13 am

princess

The princess waltz’s out of the palace, letting the people fawn over her. Her beautiful dress, hair and makeup. She knows she’s be

» Posted By Caroline On 12.12.2011 @ 2:35 pm

gown

As I waltz up the stairs, my GOWN flows behind me in my wake. I turn the corner and then i see it, The mysterious man with a gun. I look to the right and see my best friend, Luke. I say “Luke, I..”, then shots were fired. I never got to say those three words. I watch as my only love and best friend fades into the blackness known as death.

» Posted By Caroline On 12.11.2011 @ 6:57 pm

laughter

The boys burned with laughter, the sullen shrieking noise that was new to them that came pouring out their mouths was startling to them. They looked around, not knowing that upon Jimmy falling off his chair backwards that noise would occur. They accused each other, pointing fingers, not wishing to take the blame for that raucous sound.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.21.2011 @ 4:34 pm

rules

He drew a line under the letter and signed it with a kiss. As he went to fold it, he paused, before picking back up the pencil, turning it on its head, and rubbing out the kiss. Looking back over the letter, he sighed and tucked it inside the envelope.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.20.2011 @ 3:27 pm

flare

It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare the help for something when the only means you have is a useless afterthought flare, to say that the trouble has begun.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.19.2011 @ 6:47 pm

It lit the sky up in flashes of unusual colour against the black canvas. It was a warning, one that should have come sooner. But how can you prepare for such a thing when the only thing to do is a warning afterthought.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.19.2011 @ 6:43 pm

solitaire

At his window seat on the train, laptop open, solitaire upon the screen, he was content. The person opposite him was reading a newspaper with the front headlines about some murder that had happened in the town he lived in. The woman next to him was watching his every card placement over his shoulder. The shriveled man opposite was sniffing loudly. He continued to play solitaire.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.17.2011 @ 5:10 pm

abstract

My personality is abstract. More abstract than Picasso’s paintings, more abstract than Shakespeare’s metaphors, even more abstract than the colorful goop I made in cooking class, but not nearly as abstract as my english teacher’s tie.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.14.2011 @ 9:06 am

icicle

She stood, her fingers curled tightly into her fist, her cheeks growing colours. She looked back at her watch. She looked down the street. She watched as windows turned black and curtains of bedrooms drew together. Walking wasn’t an option, but tonight it had to be.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.12.2011 @ 2:01 pm

positively

Once in a while, I am absolutely and positively sure about something. But not usually. Usually I am a mess of confusion and tangled thoughts. Conflicting feelings.k

» Posted By Caroline On 11.10.2011 @ 6:21 pm

It was positively perfect. Everything was in place and nothing could go wrong. The plan was perfectly laid and Laura knew that it would go positively perfectly.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.10.2011 @ 6:19 pm

prints

I love prints of all colors shapes and designs. Many different people use prints in art that are very beautiful. I love how many varieties of prints there are! I can’t believe how amazing and intricate some prints can be, and how many different surfaces can be used in printing!

» Posted By Caroline On 11.09.2011 @ 1:39 pm

patent

The thing sat on the table, undisturbed, staring up at the ceiling as though it had a choice to do so. It was being ignored, even though this meeting that they were having was based on it’s invention and it’s succession in life.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.09.2011 @ 10:00 am

Ideas flow through my mind like words out of a rappers mouth. So many opportunities. So many decisions. What if I don’t make the right one? I could be an english teacher in Costa Rica, I could be an inventor and patent my own invention. I could be anything.

» Posted By caroline On 11.08.2011 @ 10:23 pm

tires

The tires screeched against the road as he sped off, not even indicating as he took the corner. She sighed, unfolded her arms and walked back inside, closing the door with a click.
Annabelle poked her head around the corner, her pigtails swishing.
“Mummy?”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. He’ll be back.” She looked out the window. “He will be.” She whispered.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.05.2011 @ 11:50 am

combination

It was a combination of the two, wine and cider, that tipped her over the edge. She stood up, wobbling a little bit, and pointed her finger at Dave.
“Don’t talk to me, ever, again!” She tried to sound serious, but with her words intermingling, it was very difficult to get across her point.
He stared at her, his eyes focusing on hers, which were completely unfocused. Her hand fell to her side. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked to the bar, holding the same accusatory finger up to the barman for ‘another’.
He ignored her, and continued serving less intoxicated punters.

» Posted By Caroline On 11.03.2011 @ 5:12 pm

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