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I consider myself brave for telling you this,”I love you for who and what you are.I don’t want or need you to change.I love just the way you are.”Because of this you consider me a coward.

» Posted By Joyce On 06.12.2010 @ 9:44 am


Below in the dark hollows, the well oozed with black, thick liquid. What was it? Where did it come from? And who was that mysterious woman standing by the well and looking down?

» Posted By joyce On 05.03.2009 @ 6:41 pm


it only takes one person to destroy everything. with as many people and as long as it takes to create something great it only takes one person and one action to bring everything down and the only thing left will be a mess.

» Posted By joyce On 01.05.2009 @ 5:40 pm


this means to be solomn. It means to not have any emotion, be cold and collected. Sombre indicates sadness and calm. It can also indicated that there is an aloneness to the area such as a sombre feeling of being the only one in acure

» Posted By joyce On 07.17.2008 @ 7:14 am

this means to be solomn. It means to not have any emotion, be cold and collected. Sombre indicates sadness and calm. It can also indicated that there is an aloneness to the area such as a sombre feeling of being the only one in acure

» Posted By joyce On 07.17.2008 @ 7:14 am

I think this is a hat

» Posted By Joyce On 07.17.2008 @ 4:48 am

I think this is a hat

» Posted By Joyce On 07.17.2008 @ 4:48 am


g you put around your neck to keep warm in the winter. There are also silk ones you use to dress up a blouse or sweater. Scarves can be used on your hair to keep it from blowing in the wind when riding in a convertible. Scarves are also used on furniture such as end tables and sofa and chairs. Also the word scarf can be used to say someone scarfed down a lot of food in a short amount of time. Living in the Lancaster area I often see the Amish women working in the fields with a scarf on their heads instead of the traditional bonnet.

» Posted By Joyce On 07.17.2008 @ 9:23 am


i am being distract by the time line now.
Time is losing. i cant breath.
Green to orange to red .

» Posted By joyce On 09.21.2009 @ 1:23 am


He was as easy to read as a paperback with the spine worn thin. He was sturdy and scented to the ages, his eyes held the title to one last day.

» Posted By Joyce On 09.15.2009 @ 10:19 pm


reserved.ive never had a table or place reserved for me. im not reserving anything for anyone,not my heart, not my food, not my time.

» Posted By joyce On 07.06.2009 @ 11:23 am


tear. i never had one in such a long time wow isnt that wonderful yup thats so cool tears are only good if they are because you are so happy unless they are from ripping paper

» Posted By joyce On 07.05.2009 @ 11:25 am


as soon as i found the ticket he was already gone, his emaciated body probably lying on someone elses floor by now. I thought this moment would be a joyous one, one i had been day dreaming of for the past three months. I’d been trying to tell him for a while now that i was pregnant and wanted nothing more to do with him.

» Posted By Joyce On 07.02.2009 @ 2:15 am


i don’t want to fill up any more space, she whispered to the darkness.
it’s humiliating. please let me be disappear.
her wish could not be granted as she was already close to disappearing. what more did she want?
she’s delusional, the darkness thought to itself.

» Posted By joyce On 03.02.2009 @ 10:00 pm


I used to ice skate when I was in Pittsburgh. I wasn’t great but I wanted my own pair. I had them. White. I wanted to look like a professional figure skater even if I couldn’t move like one – or even stay upright on the ice long enough. I hated how they hurt my feet though. Dave used to do “aggressive inline skating” as it was called back then. It was NOT “rollerblading.” Rollerblading was spandex and beaches. I don’t have much of a desire to do anymmore of any type of skating in the future. Too many memories of sore, cold butts. Well, butt. I only have the one.

» Posted By Joyce On 02.27.2009 @ 4:49 am


no, she did not mean to neglect her child. the strain on her relationship with Jacque was too much to bear at times, thus sometimes the responsibilities of taking care of Sammie slipped from her mind. 6pm: make dinner. 7:30pm: draw a bath for her. 8pm: read a bedtime story to her. 8:30pm: tuck her into bed. and then from 9 o’ clock onwards, she was on her own. the emptiness of the Paris apartment consumed her, and she never felt more alone. even if Sammie was having nightmares, her cries would not reach her. no, she wanted her child to be independent, the complete opposite of who she is right now.

» Posted By joyce On 02.25.2009 @ 6:38 am


it was hard to pierce the components together within the mechanical body of the android. so many things to be installed, the scientist mused before wiping off the sweat on his brow. yes, this was no easy experiment. the parts of the robot had to be carefully assembled or else the entire product would malfunction, and his demanding customer would not be the least bit satisfied. after all, this robot was supposed to be the exact imitation of the customer’s late wife.

» Posted By joyce On 02.24.2009 @ 6:15 am


Asking for what? Asking for a date, asking for an extra slice of cheese on your ham sandwich. Asking why you bother to wake up in the morning; asking how you can relax enough to sleep because there’s so much out there exciting to do.

» Posted By Joyce On 08.18.2008 @ 5:39 pm


baseball/ sports/ getting sick or throwing up. to throw yourself into unknown situations. to try omehting new and unknow. to experience new things. to get rid of the old and make way for the new.

» Posted By Joyce On 09.06.2008 @ 9:11 am


Everything was wet.

» Posted By Joyce On 05.18.2008 @ 12:45 pm


I didn’t know which way to go. Left or right? Left or right? God, I hate it when it happens. I have lots of things that annoy and irritate me, but this left and right thing bothers me the most. I practically DREAM of this. Really I am not kidding. Why should I be kidding?

» Posted By Joyce On 05.10.2008 @ 12:55 pm


I saw him, he was glimpsing at me. My heart nearly skipped a bit. I loved how he kept on looking at me, staring at me, but really, I felt unconfortable inside. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I really did. Flirting with him was like eating ice cream everyday. I do really love him, he means the world to me…really. But deep inside…is it really love?

» Posted By Joyce On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


some of my friends play cello, lovely.
especially girls,when they sit there and play the cello under sunshine.

» Posted By joyce On 11.28.2009 @ 9:19 pm


it wasn’t for passion or glory. It wasn’t for revenge or necessity. It was a crime of sheer boredom. I crime caused by lack of entertainment and social life, a crime that took just enough effort to get the blood flowing from heart to hand but not enough to stop the motion once in force.

» Posted By Joyce On 09.30.2009 @ 10:42 pm


she danced until the sun rose. Until the mist engulfed her body and ate her like an angel, covering her in the pureness of the morning. Her toes were bleeding and her eyes red, but she had done what she came here to do.

» Posted By Joyce On 09.30.2009 @ 1:36 am


to call someone, to reach out, soap, ask for help, numbers in sequence,

» Posted By joyce On 12.09.2009 @ 7:58 pm


singing along to the hit of this moment |I see how it all fits into place. It’s amazing just how how much we think we understand but don’t

» Posted By Joyce On 03.10.2010 @ 3:15 pm


God is Love. I want to be full of Love. To the people around me I want to show Love. The the world around me I want to show Love. It is very hard

» Posted By Joyce On 01.27.2010 @ 9:04 am

deaf canot talk will be albe to converse will not able to be listen to is unable to speak no sound cannot argue with other nornal people is unable to speak or carry on a conversation unable to be in a group of people and speak up. will

» Posted By joyce On 01.26.2010 @ 6:28 pm



» Posted By Joyce On 10.09.2009 @ 11:01 am

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