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neck hurts, twisted all around the spine like an aching dog, told to sit sit stay stay staaaay but watching you walk away behind him. down spot down. sit stay obey behave. stretch lean crane.

» Posted By emma On 10.24.2009 @ 10:22 pm


the aspect of looking at things from different views, seeing it in a different like. just focus. recognise that is different. everything in the word is different, not even exact replicurs. everthing is very different indeed

» Posted By emma On 10.23.2009 @ 1:26 pm


The stall was in front of me, the tiny beads glistening in the morning sun seemed to call me, but where was the one I was looking for? I had seen it last week. Ah there, the tiny angel. When the shop keeper turned her back, busy with another customers change, I quickly snapped it up and shoved it in my pocket. “excuse me…” i heard as I turned around, a policeman in front of me.

» Posted By Emma On 10.20.2009 @ 11:20 pm


The modernity of the house made it that much colder. The stark white light that beamed off of the surrounding walls, also a bright white, felt sterile. Hospital-like. I couldn’t understand how anyount of added furniture would make it feel any different. The light bouncing off the walls and throughout the open, unfurnished rooms like a pinbong ball felt like a punch in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me with each glance.

» Posted By emma On 10.20.2009 @ 10:14 am

Today, everything is MODERN. Our music. Our clothes. Our language.
But I’m begining to think the most important things are not. Timeless themes like love, laughter, and hope grasp our lives so much more than MODERN elements.

» Posted By Emma On 10.19.2009 @ 5:15 pm


To collide with something is like exploding in a fit of laughter. Well, one might not explode but there isn’t much of a difference between that and happiness. Like eating an ice cream on the hottest day imaginable.

» Posted By Emma On 10.19.2009 @ 1:41 am

Why does my head and heart always collide when you show up?

» Posted By Emma On 10.18.2009 @ 3:08 pm


how dare you
i dont need your permission
i am 19 years old and i’ll do exactely as i please.

jimmi went when he was 17
and of all the double standards…i’m 9 time smarter than jim

go ahead tell him
i dont care
because i know im right

i’ll send you a card when i get there
and dont cry
i’m going to be fine

» Posted By Emma On 10.17.2009 @ 12:56 pm

You have my permission to learn. You have my permission to ask me question to help you understand. You have my permission to create, experiment, design, collaborate, engage, and take charge. You have my permission to be the best you can be. You have my permission… use it.

» Posted By Emma On 10.16.2009 @ 6:03 pm

I need not your permission, said she, her hair long and with glance as fine as mirror. I do not need you to tell me what I can and cannot do!

» Posted By Emma On 10.16.2009 @ 10:28 am

Why should I be denied permission? It’s my body, not the government’s, right? Besides, the last time I checked, those old guys in Congress weren’t the ones having abortions anyway.

» Posted By emma On 10.16.2009 @ 10:14 am

Alowed to do something, given the oppertunity to do something others may not be ble to. Child look at their parents for permission to touch, go to things. Permission means things are safe and ok. I am allowed. I can do it.

» Posted By Emma On 10.16.2009 @ 7:38 am


She looked at him adn she wondered how he could look at her without crying
had he no heart?
had he no way to pretend that there was tenderness behind that rocky stare?
icey sunshine that would not melt to quench her awful thirst.
She lost him
she lost her life
her love
her sanity

» Posted By Emma On 02.03.2010 @ 9:07 am

angry upset not often comes out of no where and hits you tears memories good memories

» Posted By Emma On 02.03.2010 @ 3:05 am

I don’t remember when I lost my first tooth. I do remember when I lost my grandparents to cancer. I remember getting lost in the mall and frantically searching for my mom as a kid. I remember losing classmates to suicide.

» Posted By Emma On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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