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i have a minute to write whatever comes to my mind and in 60 seconds i will be done with this message a miniute is a small meassure of time,b ut is not as small as a second we can measure love in minutes
» Posted By jen On 06.23.2012 @ 12:24 am
The fundamental structure that holds the whole together. The framework is a masterpiece in itself.
» Posted By Jen On 06.18.2012 @ 8:25 am
The mayor was a mean old man. He lived in a house at the end of the longest lane in town. No one approached his house. Everyone feared to. Yet he was always reelected every time the term was up for election again.
» Posted By Jen On 06.15.2012 @ 2:53 pm
I walked inside the building, awestruck. Nowhere had I ever seen a cathedral so large, grand, awe inspiring. The ceilings were incredibly high, and the carvings amazingly intricate. Germany was on a different scale than the USA, that I knew now.
» Posted By Jen On 06.14.2012 @ 1:14 pm
If life is comprised of moments of impact, surely this is one. Knees bent, racket gripped in sweaty palms, strands of hair falling across your sight.
» Posted By Jen On 06.10.2012 @ 1:40 pm
She emptied the garbage can and grimaced at the smell. This was meant to be a temporary job, so why was she still here? What happened to her dreams of becoming a journalist, of changing the world?
“Meg hurry up! There’s customers”
She sighed and wiped her hands on her apron, hurrying up front.
» Posted By Jen On 06.05.2012 @ 10:55 am
I wonder if I could just keep telling everyone I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, and one day it would not so much come true as cease to have a true value or meaning. It wouldn’t matter any more if it was true or not. You tell me not to bottle things and every time we talk, you hammer the cork in a little bit deeper. I feel convicted of crimes.
» Posted By Jen On 06.02.2012 @ 12:03 am
I saw this guy sitting there with his skateboard leaning against a bench, looking at the architecture of the hallway. I swear, my heart skipped a beat or two.
» Posted By Jen On 05.29.2012 @ 7:11 pm
it was pile of lust
jealously, eyeless eyes
you looked to your right
and saw me from your left
and yet you kept on talking
before we were dead
piled everything on
there’s nothing here
it was a pile of lust
of jealously, lust, love, hate
stop it love, stop makin’ me hate
» Posted By Jen On 05.19.2012 @ 10:41 pm
» Posted By jen On 04.29.2012 @ 9:37 pm
she scorned him and he retaliated by telling his friends she wasn’t worth his time or energy and that i why they weren’t together anymore but she knew the truth, and only she knew the real reason for her scorn.
» Posted By Jen On 04.23.2012 @ 5:52 pm
willfulness, that’s a sign right?
a sign that you’re heart’s willing to pull you outside
apart from your bodily existence
I’m willing, she said
I’m willing too, he answered
Willingness put them together
As their hearts mended into one
You knew that it was coming
Willfulness, that is
» Posted By Jen On 04.05.2012 @ 7:53 pm
The temper of my mind is rushing. Singing a song of romance and of chaos. Like the maiden and soldier kissing in NYC amidst a zombie apocalypse. A sweet sweet poet that recites its last stanza before taking his lovers arm as they lean back and fall into the swallowing churning sea.
» Posted By jen On 03.25.2012 @ 3:56 pm
Before cells can be observed under a microscope they need to be stained, before they are stained they need to be fixed. Acetic alcohol, makes a good fixative, except for lipid stained cells, as the alcohol dries out the lipids. Glycerol jelly can be used for these lipid stained cells, though it must be used at 60C as it is solid at room temperature.
» Posted By Jen On 03.21.2012 @ 6:59 pm
everything needs to be fixed. People are always wanting the best and most advanced things it seems. It doesn’t matter if what they have is still good.
» Posted By Jen On 03.21.2012 @ 5:10 pm
this is a weird site, i needed to fix my bike but i didnt because i didnt want it to look more appealing for people to steal it. So i never did, but then one day i forgot to lock it up and i guess it just didnt matter to the thief who stole it. It made me forget how much i hated walking
» Posted By jen On 03.21.2012 @ 12:53 pm
middle school high school college
» Posted By Jen On 03.21.2012 @ 8:40 am
Flags unfurling in the summer morn. Horns and horses and all many of people low and high walked upon the merry glade. Stamp of boots from old warriors echo and the breathe of horses fog and steam the air. Wild wanderers, furred and booted stand by to watch as the pageant rolled on by
» Posted By Jen On 03.20.2012 @ 2:54 am
I used oil pastels in art once, forever hunting for the one that even remotely resembled flesh. It was pinky-white, hardly a colour suitable for the olive of your skin, but I tried anyway to blend. There was just something about you that I could not achieve in any artistic form.
» Posted By Jen On 03.16.2012 @ 2:05 pm
swirls dots and designs never ending stitches to make up the fabric of time and space holding everything together, one grand design, all part of the pattern.
» Posted By Jen On 03.15.2012 @ 8:32 pm
belief is an interesting thing. It dictates your opinions, it brings about life choices. Belief differs from one person to another. Belief can make friendships and starts fights. Belief is __________.
» Posted By Jen On 03.12.2012 @ 10:10 pm
I remember hearing at my college orientation that they were the school with the ‘best recycling… better than Harvard!” They pride themselves about that. Why not recycle, though? Re-use that plastic & make a couple cents too! Not too bad.
» Posted By Jen On 03.11.2012 @ 10:53 pm
im not a brunch person, i feel thats like for rich people, gossip girl made me think this and since then its always been that way it be nice though if someone took me out to brunch start of a nice day maybe friendship
» Posted By jen On 03.08.2012 @ 10:29 pm
All the things I wish I was . All the things others think I am but am not. I lie I’m not really. I’m faking and not making. I wish I was but wishes are not real I am not really what I seem.
» Posted By Jen On 03.05.2012 @ 10:34 pm
fun bang people party good times together loud
bang volcano 911 hurt roar run loud angry crowd
» Posted By Jen On 02.24.2012 @ 12:08 pm
Loss feels icky. It can happen in a game. It can happen with family or friends. You can even lose things you own. It’s not a fun feeling and I don’t like it around my life. I guess sometimes loss could be good…like weight loss. But hair loss isn’t!
» Posted By Jen On 02.24.2012 @ 5:38 am
Evil awaits. Don’t stop. Keep running. It will cause havoc. Turn away, fast. It lingers after you release it. Best not to confront it. Run. Run away. Don’t stop.
» Posted By Jen On 02.20.2012 @ 1:39 pm
there was a dark tunnel ahead of me i could only see a few feet ahead of me but as i went in deeper my light sorce started getting smaller and smaller until i was in complete darkness.
» Posted By jen On 02.12.2012 @ 2:55 pm
i always wanted to adopt a dog, a puppy. anything, really that i could take care of and spoil to bits and pieces. it may not be dorned in luxury designer goods but it would not be in rags either. my ideal dog species is a yorkshire. they are adorable and i love everything about them.
» Posted By jen On 02.10.2012 @ 10:39 am
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a child was adopted he loved life but was sadly given to a family of cruel parents. he tried to stay positive about the situation but it was very hard. on his first day of school he met a very nice girl, her name was Isabelle. they played together everyday and soon both grew up then, terror struck, the poor boys family would no longer tolerate him being with isabelle so the moved to new york
» Posted By jen On 02.09.2012 @ 7:37 pm