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Do you remember when woman were still trying to get the right the vote?

Look at how far we have come since then.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.30.2012 @ 7:48 pm


Hundred was yesterday’s word, was it not?

I remember sitting on the couch and writing about wishes a hundred wishes past.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.29.2012 @ 7:31 am

A hundred wishes ago, she wished for a candy bar, but now she wishes for tomorrow. She looks at the white walls of the hospital room, and she tries to remember what the outside looks like. She recalls raking leaves with her mother a hundred wishes ago, and jumping in the leaves afterwards. She recalls eating grilled cheese sandwiches cut into tiny triangles. Maybe that’s what the outside looks like, she thinks. Maybe it looks like families being families, and kids being kids.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.28.2012 @ 4:13 pm


“Help is on the way,” he whispered to me, as I slowly lost consciousness. “Help is on the way.”

I remember the feeling I felt at that moment. The feeling of hopelessness. Everything started to blur, even his face, the face I knew so well. I felt like I was losing everything dear to me, and that even if help was on the way, I would never get them back. It would never be the same.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.26.2012 @ 4:56 pm


Before you go accusing people of atrocities, you should hear their side of the story first. When it comes to judging it helps to not have a limited perspective. Try to be empathetic and step into someone else’s shoes. You might be surprised by what you find when you do.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.25.2012 @ 7:39 am


people are just very unpredictable,they can be annoying or great or ebil or sympathetic. They remind me of who I am and that I am one of them, their tratits i am made

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.22.2012 @ 9:48 pm


I was on trial for a crime I didn’t commit.

It made no sense to me, that they believed I committed the crime. I am not the kind of person that would burn a neighbour’s house down.

Am I being framed? If so, who by?

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.21.2012 @ 4:28 pm


As I begin to descend into the life of an outsider, I become depressed. My friends begin to leave me, one by one, to fend for myself and my opinion is ignored even at the dinner table at home. I have become a shadow of who I used to be, I decide. I am beginning to become invisible.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.20.2012 @ 2:48 pm


Despite having seen his face from all angles humanly possible, she still couldn’t recognize him. His once brown curly hair was a blur, along with the rest of him. She could hear a smile in his voice, but she couldn’t see it on his face. She had gone blind, but despite it all he still loved her.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.18.2012 @ 4:47 pm


together we laughed, we cried and we loved. together we learned what love was and together we learned that love could be taken as fast as it was given. when i think about us together, i think of happiness together. without us together, its a matter of minutes, days, weeks, that you can forget me and we stop being us.. together. :/

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.18.2012 @ 6:16 am

United we stand,
Hand in hand,
Together forever
In this land
We call ours.

I hear you calling me
To come and see
My future, and everything
That it could possibly be.

I run, fast on my feet
Towards you, excited to meet
My future self after all
This time waiting.

You smile, and watch me run.
I wonder if you think the same thoughts as I.
Do you wonder if in the future,
We will become individuals
Separate of each other,
No longer held together?

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.17.2012 @ 8:08 pm

Together we conquer the world.

She reminded herself of that every night, as she hid snug in her winter comforter.

Maybe tomorrow will be different, she thought. Maybe tomorrow we could be together again, and then the challenges ahead of me wouldn’t seem so threatening.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.17.2012 @ 8:00 pm


As she breathed the last few breaths of her life, she wondered what it would be like to be dead, and gone from the struggles of daily life. Maybe it would be a lovely feeling to at last be free from it all, she thought. Or maybe to be alive is a blessing, she thought. Maybe she should be glad she had the chance.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.16.2012 @ 8:34 pm

Alive I am today,
Wondering what I have been destined to do.
Maybe one day, I will figure it out.
But until then I will ask you,
Who do you think I am?
Do you think I live a decent life?
One day will I become a mother, a wife?
Will the fact that I’m alive impact the world in some way,
Or could I have been dead and gone today?

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.16.2012 @ 8:29 pm

It feels so good to be alive. The wind courses through my blonde hair, and I love the feeling it gives me. I know that no matter what happns in life I could enjoy that feeling and many others.

Love is one of those feelings. It feels good to know that somewhere in this world, someone is waiting to meet me – someone destined to meet me – someone made for me. God’s plan seems like a great plan, and so I sit, waiting for it to unfold, enjoying the benefits of being alive.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.16.2012 @ 8:10 pm

It feels so good to be alive. I love the feeling of the wind in my hair in the cool autumn morning, and the leaves falling around me. I love knowing that somewhere out there someone is waiting to meet me – someone is wanting to meet me.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.16.2012 @ 8:01 pm


The stillness in the air never failed to give away the tension within the room. In that very moment, no one made a move or even dare utter a word. Finally he sighed, letting out a deep breath. “Yes, I give you my consent to have her hand in marriage.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I held in. My sister’s getting married,

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.07.2012 @ 6:07 am


Whether to write or not.

Should I do it? It’s been three years since we last saw each other. Since we last talked to each other. Will she forgive me? Will I find the courage to ask for forgiveness?

I wrote the letter.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.06.2012 @ 2:50 am



This feeling inside me… is it even healthy? This is an obsession, yet I cant help but embrace this. These feeling I should contain with in me. i can no longer contain them. hate myself for it yet I cant help but keep these feelings of mine…

I still love him, yet he is with another. These feelings, how long can I sustain them for?

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.05.2012 @ 1:38 am


Th feeling of his lips on my own. It was weird. There was no other way to put iy

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.02.2012 @ 3:45 am

texture. The texture of jelly was weird. It was light yet squishy. It was soft and and smooth. It had this indescribable feel in my mouth. I decided, I like jelly.

» Posted By Cynthia On 09.02.2012 @ 3:38 am


he refused to listen to advise. in the act of refusal one must have a definite opinion about a subject or topic and feel strongly enough to ignore the suggestion. Refusal or to refuse is negative and is usually not done lightly or compassionately towards the other person.

» Posted By Cynthia On 08.28.2012 @ 7:22 am


nothing like making a carbon copy of yourself. i would love to see what i would look like in my eyes and then in the eyes of someone else. would i be the same ? i want to make myself out to be a carbon copy of a better me.

» Posted By Cynthia On 08.26.2012 @ 6:22 pm


Cabinets are sturdy. They are a place to hold pieces of you, and your life. In a way, they hold your entire life within them. Journals full of experiences, clothes worn on memorable dates. Cabinets are important and beautiful without you even knowing it.

» Posted By Cynthia On 07.28.2012 @ 10:08 pm


configuration im sure if given the word i would of misspelled it. probably not a good thing since i thingk im quite good at spelling. i would even go as far as saying i would of looked the word up in the dictionary to get the exact definition

» Posted By cynthia On 06.27.2012 @ 10:17 pm


there was a treaty signed in the battle of something i cant remember, it sounds like a treat! whats a treaty? a peace contract? i cant spell!!!!

» Posted By Cynthia On 06.05.2012 @ 9:16 pm


I feel like emptying my heart out to a complete stranger. Someone who who knows nothing about me. Someone who will just listen to everything I have holding deep in my heart.

» Posted By Cynthia On 06.05.2012 @ 12:38 am


Beauty queen dancing queen sequins toddlers and tiaras big hair lots of make up bikinis competition evening gowns swim wear little Miss Sunshine

» Posted By cynthia On 03.20.2012 @ 8:53 am


loss is painful. when you lose someone close to you, it’s like a tiny little death inside yourself.

» Posted By cynthia On 02.24.2012 @ 3:31 am


Color drifting into the sky, a child’s tears grow as the balloon fades.

» Posted By Cynthia On 02.19.2012 @ 2:00 pm

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