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balloon

bbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaallllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnn

» Posted By Emma On 05.20.2010 @ 9:06 am

The balloon was purple and trembling, flying high into the sky as Shin watched it with his amber eyes. He wished he could fly too, far away from here.

» Posted By Emma On 05.20.2010 @ 8:56 am

I think my favourite advice that my mother gave me was “things always turn out better than you think they will.” I haven’t really lived through it until now. For five days I had been dreading this night. ‘I never should’ve said anything.’ ‘I’m going to mess this up and be back where I started’ ‘what the hell was I thinking?’. These thoughts ran through my head for almost 120 hours, but now, I regret nothing.

“A rubber sac full of air? That’s certainly better than flowers. Thank you, Mark”

She smiles and,
I think I’m in love.

» Posted By emma On 05.19.2010 @ 6:07 pm

detour

i think of roads. and a detour in life mostly. the road by my house has a detour right now which makes driving my friend coco home more difficult. normally the street goes straight to her house but now we have to go all the way around and it’s really detrimental. her and i are fighting right now. i don’t know if i can still be friends with someone who acts like baby

» Posted By emma On 05.02.2010 @ 3:13 pm

fireflies

that owl city song is overrated. i don’t even really like him as an artist… i had his cd, but i sold it for a dollar yesterday at preplayed. that was more beneficial than actually listening to the cd. plus i really only liked two or three songs on it anyway. sure it’s a catchy song, but i don’t think it needs all the attention.

» Posted By Emma On 05.01.2010 @ 5:06 pm

I woke up as a firefly.
I was kind of upset at the Kafka-esque cliche, but happy about my new found freedom, and the chance to start my life over.
My name is Louis now.
I am going to go to secretarial school.

» Posted By emma On 04.30.2010 @ 9:44 pm

they are bright and beautiful.. they make me think of childhood.. they fly around with no care in the world brightening up the dark night sky. I love to try ty and catch them and watch the light they make as I cup my hands together. So innocent, and free.

» Posted By emma On 04.30.2010 @ 6:28 pm

fireflies are bright and beautiful. they would be cooler bugs if they actually set things on fire. Much more useful to the lost travelor. Just imagine, you are stuck in the woods, caught your meat but nothing to cook it with. Take a firefly but and light some twigs on fire. then you have a meal.

» Posted By Emma On 04.30.2010 @ 11:59 am

bubbles

Bubbles. My bubbles.

» Posted By Emma On 04.30.2010 @ 3:13 am

dolls

small and nothing to wonder about. so fragil it could break yourself in the innocence you remember. A Memory you wished you had as a child is now a haunting memory. It was there when they were gone and now, your alone with nothing porlcien to help you and like i said…I guess we are all doomed. They can’t save us forever and now..i give up on the thought of hope of a doll

» Posted By Emma On 04.27.2010 @ 9:48 pm

mineral

I held onto that bottle of mineral water so tightly that my hands began to ache. Being deprived of both food and water for 4 days was so excruciatingly painful. I hope that son of a bitch, goes away for a long time. Nobody deserves what happened to me, nobody.

» Posted By Emma On 04.23.2010 @ 9:47 pm

joyful

I want to be dead. Sorry for putting this here, but I want to be dead. I look at the joyful people in the public gatherings i do so joyfully attend. So, so joyfully. Good thing no one can look inside my head, oh, their faces when I tell them; I want to be dead.

» Posted By emma On 04.21.2010 @ 3:01 am

reflection

mirror
myself
water
colour
twin
image
rain
personality
attitude

» Posted By Emma On 04.17.2010 @ 4:25 pm

when you reflect you think. thinking is good but it also takes you away from the moment. dont turn relfection into analyzing, overanalyzing. it should be a time to think and feel what you felt but not doubt youself and how you were and who you are. reflect knowing that those experiences good and bad happy sad make you

» Posted By emma On 04.17.2010 @ 2:10 pm

potato

Irish, something I don’t like but my parents insist on serving ever meal. Bah :(

» Posted By Emma On 04.16.2010 @ 7:12 pm

dress

It wasn’t a sexual thing, more of a I-Can’t-Look-Away-In-Wonderment kind of thing. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was fetching in a classic way. I had been peering into her window from mine for some time now, and the only time a sexual thought had come into my mind, was if I was running through a conversation in my head reassuring someone it wasn’t a sexual thing.
Watching her dress and undress was more kind of a hobby of mine.

» Posted By emma On 05.18.2010 @ 3:07 pm

reflex

Gag reflex. I had to keep it down, but it wanted to come back up. This was disgusting. How could he do this to me? And now? I’d finally worked up the courage to tell him, and he– oh, god, no. I can’t do this anymore. If that’s how he wants to play it, so be it.

» Posted By emma On 05.18.2010 @ 6:57 am

Whenever you are around, whenever someone talks about you, even to hear your name, whether it’s about you in particular or not… my eyes water and my heart starts to pound, and I’m scared for the safety of the things around me. The anger that radiates from my body, the pure detest I feel for your existence, how miserable you make me!

I think I’m allergic to you.

» Posted By emma On 05.17.2010 @ 5:20 pm

destiny

do you exist or not? without you i’m just floating, no goal. but if you do exist i may feel trapped by you. don’t do me like that, destiny.

» Posted By emma On 05.17.2010 @ 10:28 am

a predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control… but thats just my opinion…

» Posted By emma On 05.16.2010 @ 1:40 pm

meaning

you know i never really understood the meaning of meaning, people told me the meaning, but i never believed them . the meaning is too complicated,

» Posted By Emma On 05.15.2010 @ 10:18 pm

My heart is a glistening cataract of emotions when I see you across a room; our eyes meet, you gently simper, ergo my checks blossom pink at my knowing of your unwavering, wholehearted love.
Your existence makes mine mean something.

» Posted By emma On 05.15.2010 @ 8:26 pm

Life is full of purpose and meaning. It is our responsibility to figure out how to find it. That is our purpose in life. To find our place and then everything else falls into place.

» Posted By Emma On 05.15.2010 @ 5:30 pm

i don’t really understand this word considering its the word “meaning” i guess no one really knows the meaning of the word. which is kinda weird if you ask me i think its the most random word to write about in 60 seconds…

» Posted By emma On 05.15.2010 @ 2:52 pm

crossed

You know, I’ve come to a point in my life where I’ve crossed a line, and I know I can’t go back no matter what I do, but I’m okay with it.
I’m learning to like what I’ve gotten myself into.

» Posted By emma On 05.15.2010 @ 10:59 am

lack

You know, I never thought that I’d be out here in the city alone, especially at this time of night, with all my belongings in hand. But, a woman can only take so much.

» Posted By emma On 05.13.2010 @ 6:49 pm

wealth

There is a wealth of ideas out there. IF that sentence makes sense. Wealth is temporary for a lot of people. Well, maybe not Bill Gates. But he’s kind of the exception. Or is he? I’m confused. I haven’t done this for a while. Wealth corrupts.

» Posted By emma On 05.12.2010 @ 8:00 pm

Upon peering around the corner, she saw the great amount of dusty books on cluttered shelves she had dreamed of. This was no mistake, though thought by the rest of the family; the one person who loved her really left all their true wealth to the one branch on the family tree that would fully appreciate it for what it was.

» Posted By emma On 05.12.2010 @ 6:39 pm

stand

I stand in the middle of the dark, alone.
The door is locked, I have a broken table leg in arm, and I am waiting for you to get home, hoping that it is indeed you who walks through the door this time.

» Posted By emma On 05.11.2010 @ 2:15 pm

stride

my track coach told me i should work on my stride and i was like wow ray i just got back to practicing from injuring my self i sprained my ankle i’m gonna work on running first but i’ll get to it eventually ok but then he was like ok but its important.

» Posted By emma On 05.09.2010 @ 1:48 pm

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