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I’ve been living my life with this fear. it’s held me back so many times. it’s why i’ve never put myself out there and tried things. i’m scared to death. i don’t want to be anymore

» Posted By Hayley On 12.21.2010 @ 6:49 pm


You attached yourself to me long ago. I shook you off.
Now all I want is for you to stick back to me and I would never let you go.

» Posted By Hayley On 12.17.2010 @ 10:25 am

Sometimes i feel like a stick. I’m nothing more. Not too get too emo about it it’s hard to feel like the full tree when you’ve been alone for so long. I am a stick. I am not the tree.

» Posted By Hayley On 12.17.2010 @ 10:21 am


I never had the possibility to be something – anything – more than what I am. I was never afforded the opportunity to be something more, something I wanted to be.
Possibilities are what shape us, the possibility of what we can, will or will never be.

» Posted By Hayley On 12.12.2010 @ 4:35 am


is a tree that’s wheepy. a character on buffy the vampire slayer. i think it sort of describes my roommates emotional state. rhymes, or kind of rhymes with hollow. overall, i don’t get a very positive vibe from this word. why can’t you stand up straight like an oak tree?

» Posted By Hayley On 12.07.2010 @ 7:38 pm


I’d like to be transported to a place where I can just sit and think. Perhaps on a sun-kissed, wind-swept hill. Where there’s no people, or life, or loss of life. No sadness, just birdsong.

» Posted By Hayley On 12.02.2010 @ 4:59 am


SLASH. BBC’s “Merlin”
If you don’t like slash, DON’T READ THIS.

Merlin closed his eyes. This kind of affection was new for him. Arthur has always been so secretive about it, hiding in closets, quick stolen kisses. But with Gwaine, this was real. Merlin could hardly fathom that someone he loved was holding his hand– in PUBLIC. But Gwaine didn’t care what people thought, only what Merlin thought. So he Held the Sorcerer’s hand.

» Posted By hayley On 11.27.2010 @ 1:25 am


Tender snowflakes floated gently onto the windowsill and, through the window, the mirth of a family was visible by a roaring fire. The holidays were definitely upon them.

» Posted By hayley On 11.22.2010 @ 7:25 pm


There was a rubber ducky sitting on the front porch of the house across the street from mine. It sat there my entire life. One day, I planned on asking the owner why it was there. But we moved before I had the chance. I wonder if it’s still there, or if it has moved on to greener pastures?

» Posted By hayley On 11.17.2010 @ 10:15 pm


There was once a cowboy named Hernando. He lived by himself in a ramshackle cottage in the middle of nowhere. In his free time, he liked to watch the sunrise. The most unfortunate thing about Hernando was that he was afraid to fire a gun. A bit hard to be a cowboy without firing a gun, eh? But still, he enjoyed his life, he just waved the gun around, and let his comrades do the firing.

» Posted By hayley On 11.16.2010 @ 11:27 pm


Pulling tugging at the very seams that hold my sanity together. Supposed to be joined by blood, supposed to look out for each other. Instead, locked together forever in a heated feud.

» Posted By Hayley On 11.04.2010 @ 1:22 pm


I missed one day and I realized I was pregnant. I was about to start PDP and I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe my situation. I couldn’t believe my situation. This was so amazing this is so amazing this is so amazing this is so amazing. I can’t believe my ears my eyes …………………………………………….

» Posted By Hayley On 10.28.2010 @ 2:25 pm


she plays dress up every morning before school
throwing on her pink princess costume, with the little plastic shoes included.
she applies her makeup in a soft stroke, staring back at her reflection with a blank expression.
she wishes she could be somebody
someone far from who she is.
All she wants is to live her life as if she was in a fairytale,
like her favorite princess of them all,
sleeping beauty.

» Posted By hayley On 10.21.2010 @ 9:19 am


I really like sweaters. I have a black one. It’s my favourite. I spend a lot of time thinking about if sweaters actually make me look better or worse than they actually should. I also have trouble finding sweaters that will fit underneath the jackets I own. I love large sweaters but I feel like they do not suit my body, and if anything make me look manly.

» Posted By Hayley On 10.16.2010 @ 9:06 am


live to tell the tale is a song by the band called passion pit that i love. (you should listen to it sometime)! i love when people tell me tales, i am so interested. and lily doesn’t like this project, so she mocks me. good bye !

» Posted By hayley On 10.04.2010 @ 9:07 am


without a care, they sprinted across the meadow, kicking up their heels and laughing. running their fingers over the yellow heads of the daffodils bent under the weight of the wind. they were almost free.

» Posted By Hayley On 09.22.2010 @ 10:24 am


I am involved in after school activities.
I am on the fling and I want to join the photography club. Tonight I decided creative writing is my favorite subject this year. (last year was history/math).
I am very deeply involved in writing, hence why I took this class.
I am involved with my friends and family. I am involved in school and the world.
Being involved is what helps make me, me.

» Posted By hayley On 09.16.2010 @ 8:58 pm


adam likes to drink punch by himself in the corner of his basement while wearing my glasses..lawlz !!! adam r0x the punch bowl ;]

» Posted By hayley On 09.15.2010 @ 9:59 am

i want to punch my allpal in the face. JK i love her even if she pours punch on me. she loves blowing kisses at me which i think is rather odd since we’re just friends..anywayz i’m totally punching her in the face just not today because she has a cute outfit and blood shouldn’t be on such a pretty shirt. o byez !

» Posted By hayley On 09.15.2010 @ 9:57 am


i have fallen and i cant get up, this hurts.LIFE ALERT PLEASE SAVE ME I THINK THERES BLOOD ON MY really.ahahha.fuck my life i keep fallen for the wrong people and i wanty to kill everyone. yeah.

» Posted By hayley On 08.18.2010 @ 9:57 pm


Even if I ran a thousand miles away, I would still not rid of you. Your scent, your cruel vindictive ways. Leave me to die in peace, or forever hold your breathe and consent.

» Posted By Hayley On 07.31.2010 @ 9:21 am


Something keeps me from coming near to you. A darkness, a fear that repels me; scares me. I can’t be near to something which isn’t even near to itself. It means nothing.

» Posted By Hayley On 07.30.2010 @ 2:57 am


as she looked at her glasses the lens started to twist n turn moving out of the ordinary soon the lens began to grow twist n turn until it surrounded her

» Posted By hayley On 07.18.2010 @ 1:42 pm


Unleash the hounds!
They rampage on
Nature does not hold them back for now.
Tempests pile
clouds billow
one on top of the other.
But the restraining hand
of Spring’s warm winds
restrain and leash them once more.

» Posted By Hayley On 07.15.2010 @ 9:11 pm


there are a lot of bears in Kinnelon, New Jersey. They like my pool especially; the mom’s and the baby cubs. I personally like panda bears because they’re Chinese, vegetarians, and sadly are endangered.

» Posted By Hayley On 07.08.2010 @ 7:09 pm


The Spike hurt as it drove into my leg. The man laugh maniacally, looming over me, a scarecrow hidden in shadow. I clenched my teeth in anguish. Sweet blackness engulfed me.

» Posted By Hayley On 06.28.2010 @ 11:41 am


His skin was velvet smooth. But I’d never liked the touch of velvet; in fact, it always made me cringe. I pulled back quickly, my hand residing back in my lap, a restless bird.

» Posted By Hayley On 06.25.2010 @ 3:35 pm


The beach is a magical place, but few know of its true intentions. Stones beaten to grains of sand, for tourists to walk along. No one really understand where that rock has been, what it went through, what its story is. Now, it’s just a grain of sand, one in a million. Has anyone ever picked up a grain and thought . . . what makes you unique? What is it about THIS grain that stands out? What can it do all alone?

» Posted By Hayley On 06.24.2010 @ 2:30 pm


the tide symbolizes passing of time. in the time it takes for the tide to come in, or go out, so many things can happen. it’s like God’s natural clock.

» Posted By Hayley On 06.22.2010 @ 1:03 pm


I raised my wand up to my face, bringing it nearer to the light so that i could better read the inscriptions it bore. I twirled it in my fingers, letting it roll from one to the next, getting the feel of it..the weight, the shape, the length.

» Posted By Hayley On 06.10.2010 @ 11:40 am

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