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I don’t know what this words means, what is marroned? does it mean that you are like, high? or that you don’t know what is happening in the world? I heard a pink floyd song that talked about it. it’s called marooned.. actually. but whatever. what else is new? is marooned an important word to society? that is my biggest question! hahaha.

» Posted By Sophie On 07.07.2011 @ 4:26 pm


The word crane rhymes with rain. It was raining a few weeks ago but now it is sunny. I feel like rain though. My world feels flooded and I am doing by best to swim, grab onto floating things. Help. I think I will survive.

» Posted By Sophie On 07.04.2011 @ 8:51 am

there once was a crane named bill,
he had a problem with pills,
when he looked down,
he started to frown,
and the pills were what paid the bills.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ten second poem. take that suckers!

» Posted By sophie On 07.04.2011 @ 3:00 am


develop in a complex way, sometimes go without questions and become very blurred when you really think about why you have certain moral standards, take many forms and cover many things.

» Posted By sophie On 06.26.2011 @ 4:58 pm


History. His story. Their story. Your story. My story. MYSTERY! See what I did there?

» Posted By Sophie On 06.23.2011 @ 6:47 pm


Intense. You know what’s intense, gushers. Those things are pretty intense. So are warheads for that matter. I love those guys. Yup, I’m talking about candy.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.22.2011 @ 12:11 pm


I wish I were a mutant and had super awesome powers. Sadly, my cellular structure is pretty normal and such things will never come to pass. One could only dream.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.21.2011 @ 1:22 pm


I’m predicting that I won’t be very good at this. I must say though, it’s great practice. I need to keep up on my writing skill while I’m out of school and all. I’m no good.

» Posted By Sophie On 06.21.2011 @ 1:45 am

Not going anywhere. Just sitting around on this early tuesday morning. I have yet to get to sleep..still up from Monday. What do I do?

» Posted By Sophie On 06.21.2011 @ 1:40 am


my dad was a teacher. things turned to shit last year when he was told that he hadn’t renewed his teaching licence. shit hit the fan. now he’s being investigated.

i think i’d quite like to be a music teacher. or at the very least teach somebody music. maybe singing. would love to just play music all the time actually. after learning uke, i want guitar to be the next thing. wind piano too. get a real folk thing going. that’d be pretty sweet. maybe make more of a thing out of my band!

» Posted By sophie On 06.09.2011 @ 11:48 pm


don’t forget. feeling forgotten in the worst, so why wish that on anyone else? remember something you love, someone you’ve lost, someplace you wish you could go again every day, to combat the forgetting. don’t forget.

» Posted By sophie On 06.07.2011 @ 2:05 pm


I remember the way you held me that night. Not really there. But still here. Here in my heart. Gripping my soul. You, you’re never really here. You’re far. But close. Close to my emotions. And now I wait, for another night like that. Nights are rare. But I remember every one of them.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.30.2011 @ 2:51 pm


I was at the canteen with my best friend Marsha. Today the meal was mashed potatoes and green beans. Of you course there was no meat, there never was, and if there was is some god awful piece of chewy mess that made you think to your self what kind of strange deformed creature that ripped it off of.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.27.2011 @ 1:01 am

it’s camping and drinking and thinking of the canteen boy on snl. adam sandler played canteen boy right? yes. and i remember watching the skit where alec baldwin played a creepy pervy scout leader who was trying to hit on the canteen boy. and it made me really uncomfortable and i remember watching it in secret because i didn’t want anyone questioning me. and that’s canteen for you. pervy scout masters.

» Posted By sophie On 05.26.2011 @ 6:23 pm


yummy, salty, dries your mouth. Round, curvy, makes crackly sounds. Small, apetizer, creates conversation. Thin, narrow, tickels your tongue.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.22.2011 @ 11:52 am


stealing, robbery, people who take things that don’t belong to them. shameless jerks. will never be satisfied with what they have, always “more more more” and want what they can’t have, low self esteem, self-pity, weak, no sense of respect.

» Posted By sophie On 05.23.2011 @ 4:22 pm


Hey my name is stephanie what is up? adele is currently on the tv and collingwood just won. if we had have lost, they would have faced my wrath. lewis just texted me so i want this to hurry up and end so i can check and see what he wrote. we could have it all. hmmm, i really am bored.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.21.2011 @ 11:25 pm


a games console is something that many people have, mostly teenagers and boys. The most famous ones are Xbox 360 Live and the Playstation, most popular. However, the first games consoles came at about the early 70’s, with only simple technlogy. The graphics have improved greatly and will do in more eyars to come.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.11.2011 @ 6:21 am


when i gave birth to my 2 sons, it was an amazing experience, i would not want to go through the pain again, even though if it happened again , then it would be fine, the joy of holding your child for the first time is the most beautiful feeling

» Posted By sophie On 05.09.2011 @ 10:51 am


tim minchin wears eyeliner, so i guess that that’s actually guy-liner, a new and more increasingly popular way for guys to express themselves, I live in Beijing with a guy from school, he wore eye-liner to a party, he thought it made his eyes pop! So yeah…. embrace the guy-liner!

» Posted By Sophie On 05.06.2011 @ 1:44 pm


i absolutely despise camp. With a passion. I went to an overnight YMCA camp once and i cried everynight i was there. I hate bugs and the waking up early and the scheduled activities. It was the worst experience. I got 27 mosquito bites in one hour on my back.

» Posted By sophie On 05.04.2011 @ 3:22 pm


Lucioles. Soir d’été.Découverte d’odeurs de ma nuit et des petites lumières.
Noir sous la couette. Enfance, enfant. Gadget.
Le tombeau des lucioles.

» Posted By Sophie On 05.01.2011 @ 3:35 pm


I run inside, heart pounding, and slam into the nearest room, dead bolting the door shut.

Did he hear me? Did he see me come in? I’m terrified. I don’t know what to do or how to fix this. I don’t know how to make this all better.

I sink to the floor and the walls rattle. He’s coming closer… closer. I can feel it. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to strangle or stab or kill me in some other gruesome fashion.

All because of what I did. All because of what I said.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.28.2011 @ 7:02 pm


One day, I was online, when I saw it. The most beautiful thing in the world. It was a trailer for my favorite movie, OMNOMNOM, attack of the Cookies. I watched every second, and got teary-eyed towards the end. The movie just looked so amazing! I couldn’t wait to go see it with all my friends. I knew it was going to be amazing! So i went to the website to look at the times for showings, and I saw it. The movie wasn’t showing in my area. I was heartbroken for the rest of my life.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.26.2011 @ 1:32 pm


Intersections confuse me…what if the lights broken!?? should i just go! alright im just gonna go! :))

» Posted By Sophie On 04.25.2011 @ 3:54 pm


The girl was puzzled, she did not understand what was happening to her, it was all going wrong.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.24.2011 @ 9:26 pm


He was as strong as iron; bold, vicious, unbreakable. He walked with the air of a noble gentleman, and fought like a dog. He was my brother and i knew he would stand up for me whenever and wherever i went. Ironfist was his nickname, and he had a reputation to match. Scary? No, he was only my brother. Strong as iron.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.24.2011 @ 11:00 am


some songthat is not performedat studio and is performed live using usually a guitar.a voice

» Posted By sophie On 04.18.2011 @ 6:25 pm


A bottle of whiskey in her hand, the sway of golden tears. Held down by the past with a dead bird in her hand. She waits for the day when she can fly away.

» Posted By Sophie On 04.18.2011 @ 12:36 pm


wind whipping cold in your face and then your eyes water from it and there’s a sort of stinging sensation and holy shit, it’s freezing to your face, your tears are freezing to your face, and fuck this and what are you doing in colorado anyway? why are you here? you didn’t ask to come here, got dragged along, and here you are in your cheap sweater and old tennis shoes walking faster so you can get back and you can’t feel your hands or your feet what is this what is this what

» Posted By Sophie On 04.13.2011 @ 10:24 pm

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