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I like trains. They roll and roll and usually stop only when they want to. Actually, I lied. They stop when the conductors tell them to stop. There’s a train that goes behind my house, and you know, I suddenly really want to write a story about trains.
You remember Thomas the Train right? The talking one that kind of freaked me out when I was little? Yeah. That one. I mean, it was okay for a while, but then he just started getting really, really creepy.
My friend has a group that sings about trains. It’s kind of funny.
» Posted By Jen On 06.15.2011 @ 7:10 pm
the train station, the police station, stationary wherever I stand. Waiting for the train or policeman to return stationary. Which ever station this is I hope that the train doesn’t arrive in the middle of the wrong one.
» Posted By Jen On 06.15.2011 @ 5:29 am
Station. Station Street. I used to work at a museum that was on Station Street, named because it was the street where the train station was located. I think about that train station and how the years have gone by around it and still it’s there. The building itself is falling down now, and the basement floods and is in dire need of repairs, but it’s still there, still receiving visitors almost the same way it did in it’s heyday back in the 1930s when it brought loads of skiers to Lake Placid to enjoy the winter weather.
» Posted By Jen On 06.14.2011 @ 12:09 pm
An embrace can be like the way a mother holds her child or the way a husband holds his wife. An embrace can be between two friends or two lovers. An embrace is a formal way of saying that two people wrapped their arms around each other. You can embrace a technique or an idea or a philosophy just as easily as you can embrace a person, because that person really is just an idea or a philosophy…
» Posted By Jen On 06.13.2011 @ 11:27 am
but it was hard to see at the time
that greeted me
I just wanted to get out of there
and be with you
» Posted By Jen On 06.12.2011 @ 7:38 am
Rise up. Rise up to the challenge. Rise up to him when he knocks you down. Rise up when he throws you to the dust pile, and disregards you as nothing. You don’t need him. Love will come around, and he does not deserve your precious time my dear.
» Posted By Jen On 06.11.2011 @ 6:15 am
early to rise,early to bed, that is the life of a farmer. I did’nt know this would be my life as a farmers wife, thats why I strayed. God, I should never have gotten married in the first place, but at 16 how was I to know that I would be utterly miserable, have 4 kids by the time I was 21 and feel like a prisoner in my own home. It was easy to see the world in his eyes…
» Posted By Jen On 06.11.2011 @ 2:33 am
Still teacher? What is a teacher? A teacher doesn’t necessarily have to be in a school or in a classroom setting. A teacher can be something like watching the sun come up over the mountains or listening to the crickets at night. A teacher can be something like a slip and fall where you twist your ankle or even something as simple as watching a young child play with his favorite toys. There are teachers everywhere around us as long as you keep your mind open to them and what they are trying to show you.
» Posted By Jen On 06.10.2011 @ 7:22 am
A teacher once told me you can be anything you want to be, you just have to learn. Now, in my infinite aged wisdom I am glad to have a Mother In Law that is a teacher. Not only am I glad but truly filled with joy that each and every day that I am with her she gives me the perspective to believe in myself.
» Posted By Jen On 06.09.2011 @ 9:31 pm
just around the corner he said. Bloody liar. I was sure I could not move one more step, and then I saw it, the light. The hope came back and just like in the movies I forced myself forward and it shone with all its brilliance. I yelled back at him that it was here, to hurry, and inched forward a little more. At first I didn’t notice that he hadn’t moved, all that way, all that way and it was just around the corner.
» Posted By Jen On 06.09.2011 @ 3:52 am
The painted house was all that was left after the tornados ripped through town. Last summer, John and his sons had spent all of June hauling in primer and white paint to make the house seem less old, more respectable. And now it was all that stood while around it, the fence had been ripped up, trees fallen – roots sticking straight up in the air.
» Posted By Jen On 06.07.2011 @ 9:41 am
I wanted to drive a limo when I was younger. I didn’t want to be driven around in one, I didn’t want a chauffeur. I wanted to drive one. It was before I associated any glamor of glitz with a limousine. I think that’s why kids are so special. They like what they like because they like it. Not because someone tells them to. Not because society tells them to.
» Posted By Jen On 06.02.2011 @ 7:15 pm
I was walking through the woods and realized I had forgotten my backpack. Why do they call it a backpack? I thought outloud. I guess because it goes on my back, and I guess because it rhymes. But you don’t call sunglasses faceplace just because they are on your face, right. Rhymes are outdated.
» Posted By Jen On 06.02.2011 @ 7:40 am
I am so happy that school is over tomorrow because I will no longer have to carry around my stupid backpack. It weighs a ton with all the books I must carry around all day. Yeah this summer will be nice because I don’t have to worry about stuff like that! Hurray for summer 2011!
» Posted By Jen On 06.01.2011 @ 5:57 pm
words just complicate things. the best scenes in a movie are those without words. because sometimes actions say all there is to say. words are often unnecessary. they just make things cloudy and unclear. at the end of the day, words are just words. Nothing more, nothing less.
» Posted By Jen On 05.31.2011 @ 7:09 pm
All the boys all the Fu. High school was great college was hard friends were the best in high school so much fun no regrets love of a lifetime boys with cars Cozumel with th girls college spri g break rollerskating with boys slow dancing
» Posted By jen On 05.31.2011 @ 8:56 am
I remember when my friend Cayla and I saw each other at the middle school and shouted “neighbor!!” we were happy to see each other even though we never saw each other any other time and now I miss her. And i feel guilt for what I said about her. It wasn’t true. I just said it because of other people. And now I miss her.
» Posted By Jen On 05.30.2011 @ 8:53 pm
I remember this one day when I went to go to the gas station. It was a beautiful blue day. I remember it was Saturday and it was about 2 or so. I went into the gas station and I remember walking cheerfully into the back to grab a blue Powerade Zero from the cooler, it was delicious.
» Posted By Jen On 05.30.2011 @ 6:50 pm
Sideburns suck, they suck because my phone’s autocorrect does not recognize the word and therefore thinks I’m lying. That’s just too bad I guess.
» Posted By Jen On 05.29.2011 @ 5:42 pm
I had only one chance left, I held the bottle in my hand and as my hand’s grasp loosened, I realised it had gone forever. As i watched the bottle fall to the ground, lower and lower, i felt like i was losing my addiction, while it finally broke into a million pieces and settled on the ground.
» Posted By Jen On 05.29.2011 @ 1:31 am
I was filled with despair
» Posted By jen On 05.28.2011 @ 4:54 pm
the canteen had become a serious problem on their trip to the west. It was always empty or it weighed a ton. With 15 people drinking from the canteen, it was usually emptied of their water. It was a serious issues, because of the drought of the season. Water was scarce to begin with and people really wanted to travel?!
» Posted By Jen On 05.27.2011 @ 9:53 am
Can hold a drink – although I’m not sure anyone still uses that word anymore.
Can be a cafeteria – usually serve shit food, especially in schools.
» Posted By Jen On 05.27.2011 @ 12:27 am
you drink out of a canteen. it makes me think of the army. i also think that a canteen is where people can eat. or somethingl ike that. im not sure. i feel like its something you can drink out of as well though. at school people refer to the place where we eat lunch as the canteen although all it is is some tables and vending machines. but….its w
» Posted By jen On 05.26.2011 @ 11:21 pm
light it…then carry it. please carry it. light another with my flame. use it to heal..use it to empower. please carry a torch for me. just don’t burn me with it.
» Posted By jen On 05.25.2011 @ 6:58 pm
if i was the man i used to be, i’d take a flame-thrower to this place!
a torch is used a weapon of violence, destruction, of building up, lighting a path. so many things that could be used for good is used for evil, instead. even “love.” sometimes people use love to manipulate others. i’ve been there before, both ends.
» Posted By jen On 05.25.2011 @ 5:08 pm
I sat in a phone booth and wrote about the word booth, it was a pretty booth, but i was alone, I dont like being alone, it makes me sad, because there are a whole lot of people in the world, not people like john wilkes booth, he scares me. The word booth is boring.
» Posted By jen On 05.25.2011 @ 9:08 am
in NYC the pretzel is nothing. To the rest of the world NYC = pretzels. I think it would be super to see the Mayor of NYC try to tie himself up like a pretzel, you know, like those russian contortionists do. Hmm now thats a topic Russian contortionists whoops family site!
» Posted By Jen On 05.22.2011 @ 6:47 pm
Steal my heart. Keep it forever. Never let it go, and I will be forever yours. I promise.
» Posted By Jen On 05.23.2011 @ 7:45 pm
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The wrath of the gods be upon you this rapture day, hail the goddess bright and mighty may she vanquish the evil that doth reign upon this earth, cleanse the hearts of men and while she is at it my house! Winter cleaning anyone?
» Posted By Jen On 05.22.2011 @ 12:41 am