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Things that become are everywhere. Everything becomes something. As a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, ‘becomes’ will become an analogy for what becomes.

» Posted By Sophie On 09.18.2010 @ 7:56 am


In the overhead compartment of the airplane there was a couple of toothbrushes and some shampoo bottles. But you weren’t really supposed to have shampoo bottles on an airplane unless they’re less that 3 oz.

» Posted By Sophie On 08.23.2010 @ 4:58 am


She’d loved security more than any man she’d ever met. She fell in love with their ability to let her feel it.

» Posted By Sophie On 07.11.2010 @ 6:57 pm


Youth in revolt.
take a step back.
Listen to yourself and become the voice of the people.

» Posted By sophie On 06.20.2010 @ 12:01 am


Smiles are contagious. When someone smiles it can make everyone around them smile. When a small child smiles you can’t help but smile. People should smile more. The world would be a better place.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.13.2010 @ 9:06 am


i wish i had a magic wand. i’m not entirely sure what i would do with it besides use it for travel purposes. for example, i’d like to apparate. oooo, i’d also like to be invisible with a flick of my wand.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.10.2010 @ 11:12 pm


strung is an odd word. it has many connotations and at first I was tempted to write something about dung simply because it rhymes. I love that this is going so quickly and that I’m trying so hard not to make typos
this would make no sense with typos
But that’s okay.

» Posted By sophie On 06.09.2010 @ 8:46 pm


I already did this one. This is a stupid site if it just gives you the same words over and over again. I will file suit. I am going to sue OneWord for this. I don’t know, I think people have sued for stupider things before.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.06.2010 @ 6:38 am

I wish I was the one who got the job. I bought a new suit for the occasion. It had pin stripes running down the legs and spilling over the shoulders. The man who interviewed me didn’t even notice or comment about it.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.06.2010 @ 6:36 am


doll are a plaything usually associated as a little girl’s toy althugh that is gender stereotyping that has been put into place from hundreds of years of gender rolls. Dolls can also be used to show case miniature bersions of up and coming fashions, or even just as a brainstorming agent for designers.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.27.2010 @ 9:30 pm


the mouse got stuck in the cheese trap and killed itself, when i went down to check on it, my banker called saying that i did not hae extra checks… I looked in my purse and sure enough, i didnt, i dont know how he knew

» Posted By sophie On 04.25.2010 @ 4:16 pm


it’s a movie with tom hanks.. I liked it but don’t remember much of it to be honest. The ball.. the Island.. his struggle to survive. I used to wish something like that could happen to me, but it never did which I am now quite greatful for. The end.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.20.2010 @ 4:37 am


I propel through the thick vicous liquid, my arms mving without command. I cannot stop though I fear what lies beyond this river of drying blood and i wish I had paid the ferryman when I’d had the chance.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.18.2010 @ 10:45 pm


my natural reflex is to shoo you off
because im scared of
and what that area controls and ultimately my reputation
please forgive me

» Posted By sophie On 05.17.2010 @ 9:01 pm


her curly hair danced as the rough winds swept them around. she struggled to walk against the wind coming in from the stormy sea. she did not know how this meeting would turn out, yet she kept going.

» Posted By sophie On 04.13.2010 @ 11:14 am


waltzing matilda it’s one two three one two three twirling around the room standing on my father’s feet with an imaginary skirt whirling around me, elegant and disciplined and free, one two three one two three don’t lose track of your feet, look ahead but in yoru mind’s eye watch your feet

» Posted By Sophie On 04.27.2009 @ 11:32 pm

my brother started playing the piano when I was quite young. I didn’t like it, because it was loud, and it got him attention, and I couldn’t appreciate the music. We watched Fantasia together, though; that part I liked. He would tell me things about the music, and even though it went through one ear and out the other, I liked it when he talked to me.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.27.2009 @ 6:04 pm


Ink is the substance that creates anything you want it to. Right now, the age of typing means ink is only used in schools, and even then it’s fake ink from biro pens.

What happened to fountain pens and inkwells?

What happened to stuff like that?

I wish I lived in times where things like ink were still important.

I wish I lived in easier times.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.16.2009 @ 7:58 pm


posers… goddamn. there are so many posers at our school. they try to be cool. but they’re just conforming. everyone is conforming. strike a pose. take a picture. what for? just take a picture of someone without the pose. poses are just fake.

» Posted By sophie On 05.12.2009 @ 12:49 pm


I have to go back to him. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known and he must wonder where I am… how I am. I don’t know how I am and I certainly don’t know where I am … but I have to return to him. I know that much. I have to return. That’s what I have to do. And I will. I know I will. One day. And we’ll be together again. We will. He’ll tell me he loves me and I’ll feel the same.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.05.2009 @ 1:45 pm


Wanting you
Your mouth
Your lips
Your tongue on mine
Your heart beating beneath my hands
Your smell mingling with mine
Your voice in my ear
Your hands on my skin
Your love wrapped around me forever

» Posted By Sophie On 07.22.2008 @ 12:00 pm


wishing for you is like wishing for the skill of teleportation; super cool, but would i know what to do with you if i ever got it? i did have it, and we did lose it. and i wish that wasn’t the case. though i don’t want to, i still blame you at times. more often than not actually. and i wish i could stop thinking about you. about your hands touching my curves, about your lips grazing my neck, and your fingers pulling my hair. but i can’t and i wish you still loved me.

» Posted By sophie On 12.10.2008 @ 5:11 am


the time that i went to your house and you made me a smoothie? it was the best thing i’d ever tasted and i wish i could have it again. but that was before the accident. you dont make smoothies anymore, and i dont really come round anymore either. no matter though, i’ve got the memory.

» Posted By sophie On 02.01.2009 @ 10:02 pm


there’s a door and i wan to get inside but i can’t because someone is in side and locked the door. and it’s really frustrating me because i know there’s eomething good behind it but i can’t get there and it’s extrememly frustrated. and i’m tired and i don’t really care anymore but i want to look through the lock to see if i can see anything. hopefully it won’t be goo cause i dn’t want to miss anything.

» Posted By sophie On 01.28.2009 @ 7:43 pm


in the middle. not this, or that. the shaky ground inbetween, that we stumble over to get to where we’re going. indescribable.

» Posted By sophie On 01.27.2009 @ 8:07 am


I like lemons. I like the way I squeeze them and their juice drips into the cuts on my fingers. I like the way their sharpness catches you, and you pucker your lips, squeeze your face because surely nothing, nothing could be this sour.

» Posted By sophie On 04.01.2009 @ 4:23 pm


eyes shining like the most beautiful bracelet of all
the wonder of a life unjaded
the mystery and magic of a new beginning
the dawn of new things yet to come
in a wonderful future

» Posted By Sophie On 03.30.2009 @ 12:15 pm


occasion – still a big thing in my mind. Occasions are special events, ones that we look forward to either with trepidation or great excitement. Think weddings, parties, citizenship swearing in, Mum’s operations, they all are significant events.

» Posted By sophie On 07.14.2008 @ 4:21 am

a photograph moment. it’s not always special, it’s not always something big or even especially important. Just something you want to hold on to – something worth remembering. Something that only happens occasionally.

» Posted By Sophie On 07.14.2008 @ 2:57 am


i remember the day
in your office
when you picked up my scarf
breathed it in
said it smelt like me
and then i knew you wanted me
and in that moment
i was happy

» Posted By Sophie On 07.19.2008 @ 11:39 am

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