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It defines us, or we define it. I’m not quite sure. Immediately I thought of my body, as I’m sure most women do. I thought about how I’m not the shape society tells me I have to be to be perfect, even when I think I look pretty good.

» Posted By Jenn On 03.19.2011 @ 8:38 pm


and I wandered down the road and wondered who made the sounds in the trees and the leaves under my feet. I knew the reality but that didn’t stop me from wondering

» Posted By Jenn On 03.09.2011 @ 6:44 pm

I wondered today why he would love me. I still don’t understand. I wonder at the world around me. I wonder at pain. Wondered. I wonder why so much good and all the bad can happen to me at once. I wonder what my life holds.

» Posted By Jenn On 03.09.2011 @ 4:41 pm


i have a really hard time giving up control. i don’t know why it’s so difficult but it is. i consider myself a good, caring, and giving person, and yet, i think this is only 1/2 true. how can someone who can’t give up any control be THAT good or caring? because, you are only sharing SOME of who you are and never totally let anyone in.

» Posted By jenn On 03.04.2011 @ 6:41 pm


So it was pretty basic that they loved one another right? Locked eyes from across the way and bam! Basic stuff? Well, not really. It had been three years and they had basically grown to resent eachother. Which in someways is pretty basic in itself. Guy meets girl, guy grows to resent girl. Basic.

» Posted By Jenn On 03.01.2011 @ 4:26 pm


Cheap. The essence of being worthless or near worthless. Sometimes expensive quality things can be inexpensive. This can be ‘cheap’. People can be cheap. Low quality. Near worthless. Likewise, sometimes good, high quality people can be made to feel worthless. This too is cheap. It’s an unfortunate feeling, when someone makes you feel inadequate or less than you’re really worth. No one likes to feel like an item, used, dis-regardable, replaceable.

» Posted By Jenn On 03.01.2011 @ 7:03 am


I was sitting on a bench one day, letting the other walkers in the park pass by. Thinking, in a way I never really had time to do on a regular basis. Usually the world was moving so quickly that i never took time to sit down and observe it. The baby cried but only a little, nothing that couldn’t be put off for a few more minutes, New York in the fall always just spoke to the inner workings of your heart.

» Posted By Jenn On 02.23.2011 @ 6:47 pm


sage. nope that doesn’t sound right. it sounds li shiiit what the hell why does my computer always act up li a;sdlfja;sjiodfo; awiejr i’m supposed to not be thin daccord jécris. this is nimporte quoi. there are too many cays in the english language. now i have to write without then,

» Posted By jenn On 02.20.2011 @ 7:50 pm


wake up in the morning. hate the sound. loud. annoying. helpful. sometimes doesn’t go off. early. late. snooze. sleep in. don’t sleep enough. saves lives. fire. detects danger. prevents disaster.

» Posted By jenn On 02.07.2011 @ 10:18 pm


he’s always been one who liked control. he craved it. he desired it. he needed it. if he lost control, two things would happen. one, you would no longer be looking at the man you adored most. he would be a young boy with issues. two, he would no longer be him. he would be a new monster of your nightmares that lurked in your deepest dreams.

» Posted By Jenn On 02.05.2011 @ 8:21 pm


The water fell freely from the pipe, reminding her of blood from an open wound, a sickening thought. She reached down into her toolbox, searching for the only suture that could help close such a gash.

» Posted By Jenn On 02.03.2011 @ 5:45 pm

what! how could she!? she stole my father! and now all alone i drive away and i will never look back! tomorrow they wed and there is nothing i can do about! what will i do now? i have no home.

» Posted By Jenn On 02.03.2011 @ 2:26 pm


I don’t know mUch about photography- but this word being part of the development process. I love other “dark rooms” when I’m trying to sleep on the other hand! It’s probably a good thing I’m not developing film… As I’d likely fall asleep!

» Posted By Jenn On 02.02.2011 @ 12:07 pm

Why is the room so dark? Children are scared and cry, even war hero adults cringe at the absence of light. Because it is not just an absence of light but an absence of hope.

» Posted By Jenn On 02.01.2011 @ 4:28 pm


newspapers, printing press, media, advertisements, a good book, neat handwriting, ink, beauty, endless summer hours in a tree with a good book, scent, love, dreams

» Posted By Jenn On 01.31.2011 @ 9:49 am


i was walking through the hallway and i dropped my book . it hit to the ground and a handsome boy picked it up for me. you dropped your things sweetheart he said. our 5 year anniversary is tomorrow. be a little clumsy , and itll go a long way (;

» Posted By Jenn On 01.28.2011 @ 12:53 pm


In grade school you are required to write a lot of reports. Everything from science reports to book reports. However, when you grow up, the type of reports that you have to do change. You find that your job will require you to report to your boss and keep up to date with what you have been doing there.

» Posted By jenn On 01.27.2011 @ 8:22 pm


i love my relatives. i am an only child, but my cousins mean so much to be as they are like my siblings. my aunts, uncles, and grandparents are also a huge part of my life. family will always come first for me.

» Posted By jenn On 01.27.2011 @ 8:55 am


my bedroom is the only one in the basement. some nights i turn on all our christmas lights and have a dance party. two floors above me, everyone sleeps until they get up for work.

» Posted By jenn On 01.25.2011 @ 12:20 pm


this mixtape
cures my writer’s block:
press play and
poems launch
skyward from my fingertips,

» Posted By jenn On 01.24.2011 @ 1:03 pm


i feel like my body is draining. my mind is draining. my life… is draining.
like a drain at the bottom of the sink. i watch the colors run down, quietly simply.

» Posted By jenn On 01.17.2011 @ 12:17 am


“Is this the eeeennnddddd??? Are you you my friend??” These are the lyrics were were half singing/half laughing in front of the hallway mirror with hairbrush microphones in hand. It was early 1980’s and New Edition was all the rage. We played out the cassette over and over again while dancing and singing or hours in front of the mirror just dreaming for the day we would meet the band.

» Posted By Jenn On 01.16.2011 @ 5:41 am


i spend my summers at kenwal day camp. i love the summer, i love the weather, the thickness in the air, everything. i hate the sweat that rubs between my thighs causing a rash. i hate yelling at kids for 9 hours every day. i love watching summer sunsets. i hate oily skin and frizzy hair. i love spending days at the ocean. i hate sun burns. i love pruny skin, i hate going through bottles of aloe vera.

» Posted By Jenn On 01.13.2011 @ 5:26 pm


The only support I feel right now is from this damn bra I am wearing… and even thats about to go out on me…

I may not agree with all your decisions but because I love you, I will always support you,

» Posted By Jenn On 01.09.2011 @ 11:18 pm


It was perfectly normal for Sam to walk home after school by himself. With slight envy, he eyed the boys laughing and playing across the street on the same path home wishing he didn’t feel invisible. The scenario played itself out day in and day out. Sam was used to it. One afternoon, Sam sensed something was different. He kept hearing a crunch of leaves behind him but when he turned to investigate, the path behind him was empty.

» Posted By Jenn On 01.08.2011 @ 4:51 am


As she walked out the door for the last time, she knew she should be emotional about leaving. With her head hanging low and an added sniffle to give the appearance of the final day at the office, she glowed with eagerness and anticipation for this new adventure. The success of what was to be sent a range of excitement throughout her whole body. She slipped into her beat up Volvo and smiled as she cranked up the engine.

» Posted By Jenn On 01.03.2011 @ 5:29 pm


The library appeared to be a lonely, mostly deserted place. But for Jenna, it was an escape. Just by opening the pages of an undisturbed book could take her wherever she wanted to go, forgetting the chaos that had become her life. That all changed when she saw him sitting in the biography section. The faded blue sweatshirt pulled out the color in his eyes that seemed to go on for days. She normally would not have noticed a detail like that but the presence of another person in this usually empty section took her by surprise.

» Posted By Jenn On 12.31.2010 @ 4:47 pm


wishing can create some incredible thoughts in your mind…..but it can also cause some heartache. wishing can lead to dreams, and hopes, and eventually to goals and something bigger than once thought. what starts as a simple wish, can amount to an amazing accomplishment.

» Posted By Jenn On 12.30.2010 @ 7:32 am


constrictor. Tightening and binding. Blinding you’re eyes to its trap. Squeezing you until you drop. Winding. Twisting. Turning. Unknown, which way it goes.

» Posted By Jenn On 12.18.2010 @ 4:15 am



» Posted By JENN On 12.10.2010 @ 11:42 am

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