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Prints can either be suggested as something you make when you walk through mud and then walk on cement. or as finger prints which are what we leave behind when we touch certain things. Prints are things we leave behind that people can track or use to know who was there
» Posted By natasha On 11.09.2011 @ 6:56 pm
Last night I had an amazing revelation; an epiphany. That even though I am in a seemingly safe place, I am not protected. I can be harmed at any given time. There could be a fire, a bomb, or a crazy madman with a gun.
» Posted By Natasha On 11.02.2011 @ 10:08 am
I think of a large open space and the sun rising, there’s and elephant and a tiger and they are talking to each other about things that are larger than either of them. They look up at the stars and the stars start to fall creating a shower of light upon the open field
» Posted By Natasha On 11.01.2011 @ 8:27 pm
being an artist isnt hard, everyone has some sort of artistry in them. we are all artists. you and me and them. we should make more art. art goes down in history. we should make our mark.
» Posted By Natasha On 10.26.2011 @ 8:58 pm
The colours flooded the page without shape or order, a sea of combinations. The forms twisted and turned without realism or facts, a world of imagination. The emotions flew out of the artists heart and splattered themselves across the canvas without reason, a disarray of feelings. When she stepped back to glance at her piece, her eyebrows scrunched towards the centre of her forehead and a tiny crease appeared in between them. Her lips pursed as she looked her artwork up and down.
“I don’t know what it is”
He smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear his reply,
“I do. And it’s artistry”
» Posted By Natasha On 10.26.2011 @ 6:53 pm
if i could ever live in a castle it wouldn’t like all the big rooms and halls. my favorite part would be trying to find all of the hidden passages and going on grand adventure, both inside and out. i don’t like to play princesses and princes, i like to play robber and .
» Posted By Natasha On 10.19.2011 @ 2:16 pm
Compassion, there are those who feel it and those who don’t. There are those who act on it and those who don’t. There are those who hide it and those who don’t. But we all have it, whether we want to or not.
» Posted By Natasha On 10.13.2011 @ 4:18 pm
It’s what I feel when I go to India and see poor children roaming the streets begging for money.
It’s what I feel when I watch helpless dogs be taken into their inevitable doom at the pound.
It’s what I feel when I look at people who are letting life fly by their eyes.
» Posted By Natasha On 10.13.2011 @ 4:15 pm
many things does it bring
like long days of pouring rain
with the releasing of frosted pain
like long stems starting to grow
and buds peeking out to say hello
» Posted By Natasha On 10.12.2011 @ 2:35 pm
Mystery is when you have the elements of suspense, and lack of knowledge in order to entice someone’s imagination. The end.
» Posted By natasha On 10.09.2011 @ 2:17 am
mystery is when something is alluring. Like yoiu want to know more but can you? IF you do find out, then it kind of ruins the allure, then what’s the point? I like mysteries. Sherlock holmes! scotland yard! robert downney jr is suuper hot in that movie…jude law’s hot too of course…i want to be a detective…little late for that..oh, jack the ripper….i wish i was born then.
» Posted By natasha On 10.08.2011 @ 7:49 pm
i love you
i miss you
I wish i had you back
i miss you
» Posted By natasha On 09.26.2011 @ 2:21 am
I dance, I sing, I jump for joy. You are the reason I smile today. Why not celebrate everything? The beginning of a new life, a recent death or even a recent change. Why not celebrate?
» Posted By Natasha On 09.19.2011 @ 11:38 pm
guns and cowbiys
the wild west old movies men in leather trousers horses and deserts gangs new york
» Posted By natasha On 09.18.2011 @ 1:38 am
I had completely lost account of what had happened last night. One minute i was walking down the road, then the next i was laying in the ditch, what happened to me?
» Posted By Natasha On 09.14.2011 @ 7:58 pm
I missed so many appointments this year it’s crazy. I am such a loser that way. Since getting my iPhone, however, this problem has been neatly resolved.
I missed my friends a lot this week. This problem is not so easily resolved. I guess it could be, if I wasn’t too lazy to pick up said iPhone and actually give one of them a call.
» Posted By Natasha On 08.20.2011 @ 8:35 am
deer and their long horns basking there beauty in there abundant rainforest.
Santa leaves no space for it to love. But nature takes care.
» Posted By natasha On 08.19.2011 @ 12:52 am
Time and again, like a washing machine. Do you like doing it? Then I guess it’s okay. You don’t? Well nothing’s going to change it except disaster or you. Rinse, wash, repeat. Don’t spend your life shampooing your hair.
» Posted By Natasha On 08.17.2011 @ 12:38 am
ill post on a thread something i never thought i would. i posted one name, directed it to you. i never thought id feel this way but in my mind i know its true, baby i know im in love with you.
» Posted By Natasha On 08.15.2011 @ 1:37 pm
The level of happiness you feel depends on the effort you put into your life and the happiness of others. The balance and flow matters. What you put out is what you get in. You keep people at levels and expect that you are at that same level on their end. But our perceptions all deceive us.
» Posted By natasha On 08.03.2011 @ 7:50 pm
Step by step was a tv show and it’s also the name of a New Kids on the Block song, and that’s because it’s a cliched phrase that means to take things one step at a time, but that’s also a cliched phrase. Is there a way to define a cliche without using another cliche? I’m not sure it’s possible.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.30.2011 @ 11:16 pm
Something a person takes to lead them in either the right or wrong directions. Sometimes they are well thought out, and sometimes they are misguided. Sometimes you miss a step, or end up one step ahead. Literally, they move your body forward or your body back depending in the direction you choose to go. Sometimes you wish you had the opportunity to retrace your steps.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.30.2011 @ 3:33 pm
I hate this word because I hate this band and I hate the idea that someone can be your muse and inspire you because I think you learn how to do your art, which in my mind is writing because that’s the way I’m thinking right now, from experience and from reading. Of course, you can’t be reading all the time because then you’ll never have any experiences worth writing about. But that’s just one of the ironies of life, isn’t it?
» Posted By Natasha On 07.29.2011 @ 10:08 pm
We band together against the past and brace ourselves for the future. What the fuck does that even mean? I keep stringing these words together, trying to make them meaningful, inspiring, sturdy. I need them to manipulate, persuade, encourage. I need them to do more than I can do myself.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.28.2011 @ 12:01 am
Your feet thunder up the steps as you climb them. Your shoes are heavy and they weigh you down. They’re full of thoughts you can’t let go of and all the things you wish you’d said to me last night, last week, the last time we talked. You’re thundering up the stairs towards my door but I ought to tell you that the last time we talked really was the last time. You’re too weighed down by everything else to have room for me.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.27.2011 @ 12:35 am
Lightning only strikes once, isn’t that what they always say? But I know that isn’t true. There are people, I’ve read about them, who’ve been struck by lightning several times. The first time, it scrambles your brain chemistry, or the electrons or the nerves or something, and then the lightning is attracted to you, again and again, until it kills you. There must be something wrong with my brain too, because I keep letting you in, and you keep breaking my heart, over and over and over. And I know that you’re going to do it again and again until it kills me, but I can’t seem to let you go.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.26.2011 @ 12:07 am
“I’m fine, really,” she said, rubbing her arms as if she were trying to comfort herself. “Why are you so worried?”
She wouldn’t tell me, but I knew of the skeletons in her closet. Well, I didn’t know their origins, but I knew they were there.
“You can tell me anything, you know. You don’t have to hide from me.”
For the first time ever, she got defensive. “Please, you know more than anyone that isn’t true.”
» Posted By Natasha On 07.24.2011 @ 2:15 am
i think about bones when i think about loneliness. a bone is alive, while it’s in me, but when i die i’ll leave it behind to be dry and brittle and cold.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.23.2011 @ 12:44 pm
Violent looks like violet but it’s not really, is it? Except that last week I fell violently against the corner of the coffee table and now I have the strangest shaped violet bruise on my calf, the one that you trace lightly with your finger tips when we’re watching a movie, lying on the couch and I’ve got my feet in your lap and outside the city is alive with horns and
» Posted By Natasha On 07.20.2011 @ 11:55 pm
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Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me. But that’s not true, is it? It seems that tonight as we’re throwing plates around the kitchen and slamming cupboards, you’ve taken it upon yourself to prove that to me. You call me your worst nightmare and your biggest mistake and you say I’m worthless and pointless and even though I know that what you’re saying won’t really matter in the long run, next year and the year after that and the year after that, I can feel your words as they crash through my ears and go straight to that place in between my heart and my stomach, where the butterflies with the broken wings hide away.
» Posted By Natasha On 07.17.2011 @ 11:22 pm