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I knew a girl named lane who eschewed from herself everything that the mind conjures when they think of lanes. She was not sweet, or shady, or pleasant. She was a carnival of spirit, a crazy wild wanderer of soul, she was nothing like a lane, she was not something comfortable.
» Posted By Emma On 11.16.2009 @ 4:56 pm
i think about the number. the phone. you waiting. i can’t do it. the numbers, so simple yet so complicated. i wont give in. i cant. please. just dial.
» Posted By Emma On 12.09.2009 @ 7:13 pm
the part that holds up the flower. It is green. four letters are in the word stem. The last two letters are the same as the first two in my name. I like this word because it makes me think of spring and warmth and I am stuck at home in a snow storm right now.
» Posted By Emma On 12.09.2009 @ 10:34 am
i have a stem an entire stem and it comes from a flower. sometimes the stem breaks and the thorns really hurt but it is supportive none the less. green black blue, all the stems have a color. mostly green like best friends….mostly on roses or oranges
» Posted By Emma On 12.08.2009 @ 9:59 pm
A drop of morning dew lay on the flower, it’s stem a bright green, it’s bud closed as if in sleep.
» Posted By Emma On 12.08.2009 @ 6:19 pm
» Posted By emma On 12.07.2009 @ 10:20 am
I never was good at worship. God didn’t seem like something to be feared…just something to be loved and turned to in time of need. God…was always just something that would listen without judgement when I needed it to.
» Posted By Emma On 12.06.2009 @ 5:43 pm
the pedal twisted around her lips, scrapping and taunting. kissing the skin and bleeding them dry. she leaned her face back and tears ran down her cheeks. she was happy at last. he was done, and she was free.
» Posted By Emma On 12.05.2009 @ 11:28 pm
The pedals fell from the trees and I saw your eyes trace them into the grass. With the buildings glittering in the sunset the window reflected the only world I know.
» Posted By Emma On 12.04.2009 @ 2:44 pm
Mittens are for keeping your fingers warm, on cold, wet windy days. They stop you from getting frost bite. They come in all sorts of colours, sizes and shapes.
» Posted By Emma On 12.26.2009 @ 10:25 am
Kittens and their mittens. Mamma always told us it was only a fable. She was a liar.
» Posted By Emma On 12.25.2009 @ 11:26 pm
I always found it hard to give, until I met her. Suddenly I wanted to share everything I had, to show her how much she meant to me. It wasn’t love that made me do this, it was something much, much deeper.
» Posted By Emma On 12.24.2009 @ 11:10 pm
After picking up the tray, she let her eyes wander across the crowd. People of all shapes and sizes moved in and out of her line of view, giggling and chatting and living normal lives, unaware that someone like her was in their midst.
» Posted By Emma On 12.23.2009 @ 1:04 am
Sitting in my corner of the desk, i watch as the papers fill, never to be seen again. Atleast, it is for me, as I will never again go back to them, no matter how long I tell myself I will. I will never see my chem notes again, or even my old report card. Gone, vanished.
» Posted By Emma On 12.22.2009 @ 10:45 pm
There is a small couch in the center of my room, and for some reason I can’t align it with any other piece of furniture. I don’t want to get rid of it, because it would be sad and homeless, but I don’t know where to put it.
» Posted By Emma On 12.19.2009 @ 11:20 pm
Green? Sage makes me think first of food, then cooking, which relates back to my mom. I don’t know if she’s ever used sage before, and if she has, I’m not aware of it, but it also makes me think of old or historical novels. The word sage just seems like an old-school word. It’s an interesting word, not quite what I’d expect when I look at it.
» Posted By Emma On 12.19.2009 @ 12:06 pm
you can live in them?
it rhymes with butt, and cut.
» Posted By Emma On 12.18.2009 @ 8:08 am
a pretty small house where its made out of grass and mud. i would like to have my family live in a hut because i don’t need anything fancy except a roof over my head.
» Posted By emma On 12.17.2009 @ 7:06 pm
His absence left a hole in my heart, a place that could only be filled briefly when I thought of his eyes, his hair, his laugh. Sometimes I thought I saw him sitting across from me, his eyes gazing across the room and landing upon mine with a fierce intensity, but it was only the ghost of him, disappearing into nothingness when I realized the truth. My heart was pining for him, and I could only sit by, helpless.
» Posted By Emma On 12.15.2009 @ 8:04 pm
The pine needles covered the carpet, getting stuck so months later we would still find the traces of christmas. They covered our presents, and for some reason I enjoyed pooling them together as my brother and I tried to guess what would be in each perfectly wrapped package.
» Posted By Emma On 12.14.2009 @ 8:48 pm
I pressed my palm to the touch screen, letting it scan. The red light bliped green, and the door slid open. I entered, only to find my worst nightmare
» Posted By Emma On 12.14.2009 @ 2:23 pm
I shut my eyes, envisioning you in my mind. Trying, trying, trying to make you see that you belong with me. Why can’t this message, my message, be transmitted?
» Posted By Emma On 12.14.2009 @ 10:30 am
Transmit. Pass on. Transmit what? Knowledge? If only someone would do that for me. That’s what people expect though, and I hate people like that. I’d like to be better, to rise above, to seek it out for myself.
But that’s the hard way. Probably the right way, but when so many people take the easy way out, you tend to get lost in the dust.
» Posted By Emma On 12.13.2009 @ 7:43 pm
Stud is the start to study. I know that it’s a word in itself, but it’s definitely not what I think of. Right now, I should be studying. I have two exams before I’m really done with my first college semester, and I want to do well. Really, I do. But sometimes that hard. Especially when I’m hungry. And sick of studying. And when I KNOW that I’m going to pass no matter what.
» Posted By Emma On 12.12.2009 @ 12:49 pm
みくがすきです！—asian men are sexy—like miku from an cafe I LOVE HIM!!!!!! he is a stud….
» Posted By Emma On 12.11.2009 @ 8:43 pm
letter are such a strange phenomenon, because they make words, and as i once read, “words are the only things we have”. letters are not only what make up words, but they are also what connect lovers, fighters, it’s really just basic communication.
» Posted By Emma On 03.03.2010 @ 7:11 pm
Growth horomones in meats are dangerous to society, especially its female members. Breast cancer has been linked to such horomones in beef, chicken, veal, and duck. Women must ban together and petition congress to ban such dangerous chemicals in the food supply. Women have a right to safe food.
» Posted By Emma On 03.07.2010 @ 7:42 am
Don’t take it out on me.. please. let it go. take a breath, show me some compassion, maybe a smile. put down that hand and give me a hug
» Posted By Emma On 03.09.2010 @ 8:58 pm
i’m terrified. im terrified of nuclear war. we all have our weapons pointed at each other, ready to destruct at any given moment. i dont want the world to end. i have so much more to live for, so much more to do.
» Posted By emma On 03.12.2010 @ 7:15 pm
Back To Stats Page
You can’t understand where I’m coming from on this one. The problem is, I’m not so sure I understand either.
There’s just a feeling. And everybody always says to listen to your heart and go with your gut, right? So maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe not.
But there’s something missing here. Not here, I guess. No, not here, not this room. But in my life. A passion’s missing.
So, you see, ever since that root canal you had last Thursday, the one where you went to some wacked out dentist and got an infection and paid so much money to fix it? Yeah. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to go to law school.
» Posted By Emma On 03.15.2010 @ 10:39 am