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submerged

I was submerged up to my neck. My feet were still touching the bottom of the lake, but barely. I can’t believe that I haven’t panicked yet. My mind is racing and my heart pounding as I feel my feet slipping

» Posted By Susan On 07.12.2013 @ 4:42 pm

instant

In an Instant I fell in love with my child it was an instant attraction and an instant knowing that I was destine to be mommy to my baby. You ever feel that instance when you know that your destiny is happening to you.

» Posted By Susan On 06.29.2013 @ 7:28 pm

pairs

twins. socks. wings. breasts. legs. arms. Lots of things come in pairs. But they aren’t always identical. A pair of pears. Yum.

» Posted By susan On 06.17.2013 @ 6:58 pm

clout

I have clout because I have earned it. I don’t pretend to be something I am not.

» Posted By Susan On 05.24.2013 @ 8:54 am

catapult

I like catapults very much. Jumping high can be fun.

» Posted By Susan On 05.21.2013 @ 6:55 am

What if you could build or have built a catapult for dreams It wouldn’t exactly be a human catapult as we know those have been built, but what about for dreams. It would help to catapult them, not to fulfillment you wouldn’t want that, half the point of fulfilling your dreams is the journey on the way. But maybe the catapult could put all the stars in line for you put your mind in the right place focus you and equip you with what you will need. Get support from friends and family, financial support, equipment, training, education. Whether you needed to be with other responsibilities

» Posted By Susan On 05.20.2013 @ 4:36 pm

smudge

They are a stain upon our world. The idea that one can be fixed is dangerous; now is a time to improve our self-image, not critisise it in favour of something make-believe.

» Posted By Susan On 04.03.2013 @ 7:54 am

fabricated

He had fabricated every lie in the book to cover for him. On Tuesday, he had been riding. On Wednesday, he was at friend’s. On Thursday, he was ill from overexerting himself. If he was not dead already, the elf swore he would kill him.

» Posted By Susan On 04.02.2013 @ 4:19 am

plague

He was a plague to this world, perhaps, or this world was a plague to him. It loathed him; he loathed it. What was he really? A token of salvation that they would never accept. He wished they would burn.

» Posted By Susan On 04.01.2013 @ 9:06 am

listening

My ears are completely open, because to speak would unleash countless insecurities. Self-consciousness. Better to sit still and let someone else be vulnerable, I do the easy part for now, the listening. Silently listening.

» Posted By Susan On 03.24.2013 @ 5:54 pm

bricks

He threw the brick with a fierceness at the boy walking along the sidewalk. BOOM the brick hit it’s target and met the sidewalk in pieces.

» Posted By Susan On 03.22.2013 @ 10:49 pm

pained

It pains me to see this word, however I guess it is better than some. We all experience pain in our lives. I see it most in my parents.

» Posted By Susan On 03.19.2013 @ 8:55 pm

tales

I like reading tales, all sorts of tales. Scary ones, funny ones, weird ones. There are many that I’ve heard that will alwsy stay with me One of them tells of a monster that lived in a banana tree. That s

» Posted By susan On 03.12.2013 @ 3:07 am

withered

meanings old, dying, hopeless, sadness, aging, in a dark place,

» Posted By Susan On 03.10.2013 @ 10:15 pm

stalled

my car stalled in the middle of the road. it was the most annoying and embarrassing thing to have happened to me, considering I was on my first date with the girl I have been infatuated with for over 5 years. what a thing to happen.

» Posted By susan On 02.22.2013 @ 11:27 am

leathery

this word bring to mind an image of an old person who has lived a long and tough life. their skin has been exposed to the elements so often that it now resembles hard leather. they may have been happy but they did have it difficult

» Posted By susan On 02.22.2013 @ 10:37 am

real

the world real?
the trees real?
the deep blues
sky they say is real, but how do we know
how do I know that yesterday was real
that every day’s events are real?

» Posted By Susan On 01.22.2013 @ 9:05 pm

barrel

The boy sat in the barrel, his hair tossed upon his head like the waves of the sea, which was quite ironic because he was in the middle of the ocean at the moment. Hard pressed in his desperate time of need, he stowed away upon this ship, not knowing if this was a positive or if this was the worst desicion in his life. It was the worst disexion

» Posted By Susan On 01.01.2013 @ 6:53 pm

Round as a pot and bound together by stell rods, the barrel is an amazing device , cabable of holding wine, and excellant substance that i am most fond of. Actually, i have never personally drank wine, but I am sure it is devine. I have watch many documentuaries on the production of barrels and I wouldn’t mind being a barrel maker. It is a worthy job and

» Posted By Susan On 01.01.2013 @ 6:51 pm

soil

the soil was thick and dark. the man picked up the shovel and started digging as if he was in search of something new.

» Posted By Susan On 12.28.2012 @ 7:18 pm

patient

John paced back and forth as he cast the odd glance back towards the door. He was never a very patient man. Waiting only highlighted this inability to wait.

» Posted By Susan On 12.13.2012 @ 1:39 pm

determined

They were determined to get what they wanted out of life. So they went on a journey that would change the way they viewed life. Being blinded was no longer an option.

» Posted By Susan On 12.13.2012 @ 11:06 am

soon

Soon all will disappear
The beauty will be a mere
Reflection in a hallow pond
Grass filled, they are fond

» Posted By Susan On 11.25.2012 @ 12:11 pm

satisfy

Their faces gleam
Satisfied with
Poor lit dinning rooms

» Posted By Susan On 11.19.2012 @ 7:56 pm

employees

they were employees
walking down aisles
of flickering lights
watching their live
etched so neatly and precise

» Posted By Susan On 11.15.2012 @ 6:23 pm

arts

Arts
flood the wall
brush strokes of symphonies
bright colors paint the walls

» Posted By Susan On 11.13.2012 @ 10:39 pm

arts
flood the space
stares penetrated
the layers
the walls flooded with color
each brush stroke was a symphony

» Posted By Susan On 11.13.2012 @ 9:14 pm

somebody

somebody lived there
the house was broken
secrets were hidden
beneath the begrime lath

» Posted By Susan On 11.13.2012 @ 8:57 am

somebody live there
the house was broken
secrets were hidden
beneath the begrime lath

» Posted By Susan On 11.13.2012 @ 8:55 am

somedody once said that it was okay, okay to feel safe, we are free, something about a charter of rights, but we find it’s not so simple. At the stroke of a batton, that illusion can be shatter

» Posted By Susan On 11.13.2012 @ 8:43 am

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