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i was pressed up against the wall. breathing heavily. his scent was intoxicating, i couldnt let go of him. we were one. it was crazy, i never do these kinds of things, but i had never wanted something so bad in my life.

» Posted By jen On 09.25.2011 @ 8:25 pm


Long and orange. I say like rust but Louw says it’s all Tom Waitsey and calls it “Halloween orange”. It is where I sit when I am tired, slouching. I can hear the neighbours’ daughter playing the piano and singing – her voice is clear and strong.

» Posted By jen On 09.22.2011 @ 5:36 am


celebration is really a nice thing to do. We like to celebrate a lot, us people. There are a lot of reasons for people to celebrate. Its a fun thing to do; to get away from stress and all.

» Posted By Jen On 09.20.2011 @ 3:08 am


account for your actions and be as truthful in life to yourself as one can be. judge only yourself and not any other. I live in pain and sadness for my actions that I am accounted for.

» Posted By Jen On 09.15.2011 @ 9:03 am


I like to hover above things and see what they look like from up above where nobody get’s to see them. Hovering is floating. It’s peaceful and calming. Nobody can get me when I hover. I am alone. In the clouds. Looking down on a world that is far too busy for me. I wish I could hover up here forever.

» Posted By Jen On 09.12.2011 @ 1:54 am


His beard was a salt pepper color. You could tell he’d been through much over the years. But you could also tell his light hearted nature from the smile lines that rest upon his face. He had spent 40 years on the force. He loved every second. But on that day, things would change.

» Posted By Jen On 09.04.2011 @ 8:06 am


The mist was blinding. I kept shinning my headlights to see the road. It was an intense night, I had never seen fog quite like this. I turned the corner up the road and suddenly I lost control. I couldn’t see a thing! A small blur quickly ran across my line of vision and I swerved.

» Posted By Jen On 08.29.2011 @ 5:32 pm

I woke up this morning to find mist smothered my bedside window. The beautiful white substance glowed and I just couldn’t help myself to write ‘I love you’ on it, wishing someone would do the same for me when I’m married.

» Posted By jen On 08.29.2011 @ 2:27 pm


Standing before the large building, it impossible to know what lay behind the large sterling doors. Walking forward, he realized- this was his chance.

» Posted By Jen On 08.28.2011 @ 7:41 pm


Beautiful. Lush.. feeling smooth along the body.
kisses can compare. that soft feeling that slides along a surface.

silk worms. that sounds gross never mind. haha

but smooth, yeah. Smoooooth.

» Posted By Jen On 08.23.2011 @ 2:24 pm


sometimes college makes me feel like I’m sinking.
like i can’t breath
my relationship might be sinking.
i want to rise above it all.

i no longer want to sink.

» Posted By Jen On 08.22.2011 @ 9:39 pm


Hatred. Hatred was my poison. It filled me up, reaching every limb, until it consumed me. My thoughts, my actions, they were all an act of this poison that filled me. I couldn’t stop it. Eventually it became all I am. I hated everything. I found no happiness. The only thing I took comfort in, was hatred.

» Posted By Jen On 08.22.2011 @ 7:56 am


I think everyone has the right to succeed, but you can’t succeed all the time. Furthermore, you can’t succeed, if you don’t try. Sometimes you have to fail, because in failing you understand all the wonderful things you could do. To fail you understand your limitations and learn how it could be better. We all want to succeed, but we can’t always do so. Instead we should be proud to fail, because it brings us that much closer to our goal.

» Posted By Jen On 08.18.2011 @ 8:51 am


i like to listen to a lot of songs on repeat. i do this because the songs typically have a deep meaning to me and i want to keep hearing the lyrics said over and over again. hearing it repeatedly deepens the meaning of it for me. I like when songs have meaning to my personal life.

» Posted By Jen On 08.16.2011 @ 7:53 pm


Big. Pretty. Artistic. Happiness. Love.
They’re really big and pretty pieces of art that bring the artistic side of me. I use it to illustrate my happiness or love for someone. Yay

» Posted By jen On 08.08.2011 @ 1:18 am


I hope I never have the title of manager. I think of people wearing red vests and a name tag walking around not doing anything that is actually productive. That sounds condescending and elitist, I know. It’s the truth though. I don’t want to hand out yellow smiley face stickers. I want to be the person that pays the manager.

» Posted By Jen On 08.04.2011 @ 5:13 pm


I live on the ground level an apartment complex near Baltimore named Sunnyside. There isn’t really anything that bright about it. Although rent is low, talk is high.

» Posted By Jen On 08.03.2011 @ 3:16 pm


The root of it all is fear. Fear of loss, fear of change. Fear of the unknown. Most of my problems come back to it. Yeah, bad things happen to me. But fear is just getting in my way and making everything worse. But it would still be nice if things could get just a bit easier.

» Posted By Jen On 08.02.2011 @ 7:14 am


And the band played on, and on, and Josephine danced in circles round and round as the music carried her through the evening. No longer alone, for she had partners aplenty – no longer lonely for each had a smile just for her.

It was at this point that her heel snapped.

» Posted By Jen On 07.28.2011 @ 12:00 am


The lightning flashed as the thunder crashed. He woke with a start, heart pounding in his chest. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Just a man, hanging a horse.” Because only in our marriage would a rather tasteless Mel Brooks movie line calm my storm-averse husband in the middle of the night.

» Posted By Jen On 07.25.2011 @ 3:07 pm


Be it a name or a flower, it is still a beautiful word. It is also a colour that has grown in preference in the past years. Violets are wonderful

» Posted By jen On 07.21.2011 @ 3:46 pm


sticks and stones! so flammable, so immutable. something that came to mind immediately, and i wouldn’t be surprised if that was the same for every entry today. sticks. like dried bones. thin, long, broken. dead because they are detached from the life-giving tree. once we are separate from the living God we also become dried up bones.

» Posted By jen On 07.17.2011 @ 3:57 pm


What a stupid word. This is the type of word that rich people throw in people’s faces when they want you to act a certain way. Why don’t they go and pick an easy word for us lower class people?! You think that would be more effective.

» Posted By Jen On 07.13.2011 @ 7:45 pm

I guess I have to behave myself now. I guess everything that I’ve ever learned has to be tweaked, because being polite isn’t enough. There is more to it than that. You need grace. You need poise. You need to know which fork to use. Yes, behaving has never been enough. You need…etiquette?

» Posted By Jen On 07.13.2011 @ 6:49 pm


Something that bothers you and continues to nag at your soul. It ‘plagues’ me knowing that life isn’t as beautiful as I thought it would be. I just want to be happy. Happiness is supposedly as contagious as the plague I have also heard….so noun and verb I suppose..

» Posted By jen On 07.13.2011 @ 12:45 am


Expectations are pretty dangerous.
They get your hopes up.
Then….you begin to wait. And it’s really the waiting that kills you.
You wait and wait and wait in anticipation.
And then you realize, you never get what you expect.
And then disappointment kicks in.
So maybe the best thing you can do is just…walk into something expecting nothing.

» Posted By Jen On 07.09.2011 @ 7:05 pm

Well today I was expecting dad to come home. He….he didn’t. But that’s okay. He never does. I always get my hopes up a little too high. Maybe next time he will make the time to see me. I hope. It’s been too long. He…knows I’m waiting.

» Posted By Jen On 07.09.2011 @ 6:55 pm

I hate that people ask “are you expecting” when you are pregant. Expecting a car? a puppy? for the mail? Everyone is expecting something. Pregnant is expecting baby, sure, but I always hated that phrasing. I felt like a little kid waiting for a mail man.

» Posted By Jen On 07.09.2011 @ 6:09 pm


I hate doing chores. They’re really annoying. Washing the dishes is the worst chore, because it makes your hands all slimy and the gloves smell bad even if you wash your hands with soap a billion time after. Plus the water gets all over your shirt and the floor and maybe I’m really bad at washing dishes, but it seems like a lot more trouble than it’s worth. Paper plates are where it’s at, don’t lie. You do it too. We all do. Laundry isn’t so bad, though. Folding it is sort of zen, and it’s nice to have warm, clean clothes to put on.

» Posted By Jen On 07.08.2011 @ 11:52 am


maroon on an island
we are
how are we ever going get off the island
help please
God please don’t leave us
hear our plea

» Posted By jen On 07.07.2011 @ 6:00 pm

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