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spring

Spring is a wonderful time of the year. Its so nice outside and i really love spring time.

» Posted By tori On 10.12.2011 @ 12:23 pm

conviction

Speaking with conviction means that you know what and how you will say something. You are not unsure of what you will say. It makes you seem more educated. Conviction is important during public speaking and speaking in the professional world. We often speak with more conviction as we mature.

» Posted By Tori On 10.11.2011 @ 6:54 pm

stacks

There were two stacks of books on my computer desk that i have read.They are all very good books.

» Posted By tori On 10.10.2011 @ 12:31 pm

mystery

she never liked mirrors, but she was gorgeous. was she a narcissist in disguise? surely not, because she was too generous. but, in what circumstance does all symptoms relay a disorder? perhaps in private, she was evil and knew this

» Posted By Tori On 10.09.2011 @ 1:28 am

suppose

i suppose it’s okay to say that when you’re gone, im not myself. when you’re not with me, im cold. im numb. im tired. i need you and i supposed thats not how it should be. since you dont need me that way. it hurts and i suppose you dont know but i know and i care and i suppose thats all i can do. care.

» Posted By Tori On 10.03.2011 @ 8:56 pm

edge

On the edge is a place of confusion. Jump into the unknown or run away never knowing what it is like to truly fly.

» Posted By tori On 10.02.2011 @ 9:30 pm

i’ve been on the edge before the edge of emotion the edge of what is real, what is normal. The edge is a scarey place to be knowing that jumping would be the begining of nothing and everything all at once

» Posted By tori On 10.02.2011 @ 9:29 pm

pressed

She was pressed against the wall.
His hands groped on her body, his tongue invading her mouth.
She let out a shaky breath, and had the urge to just push him away.
What was she thinking?
She was married, dammit. Why?
She kissed him back, with an urgency .

» Posted By Tori On 09.25.2011 @ 7:30 pm

account

my account is completely empty except like 40 cents. probably not even that. my life is so sad. i wish i could just get money without a job so i can go shopping. im so pathetic at life. maybe one day i will be successful at this crap. i just have a love/ hate relationship with money. i want it but dont want to make it. blahhhhh

» Posted By Tori On 09.15.2011 @ 3:49 am

rally

She rallied up her group of friends to make a difference. She always knew she had a purpose but she never knew what it was. Now, she realized that the power of her organized group could possibly change the world.

» Posted By Tori On 09.13.2011 @ 10:52 pm

mist

In the mist, he saw the figure of a hooded man. The blade gleamed with the blood of the village people.
John backed away, horrified.
The figure walked slowly towards him, the blade pointing out towards him.
“You,” he growled, “are next.”
John fell backwards.
He was found gutted the next morning.

» Posted By Tori On 08.29.2011 @ 5:48 pm

chance

Tonight he asked me again if he should give his ex girlfriend another chance.
My heart sunk.
He and I were best friends, best friends who slept together and told each other that we love each other every night before we went to bed.
Why would he want to go back to his ex?
Why did he always overlook me?
Why do I have to love him…?

» Posted By Tori On 08.28.2011 @ 8:02 pm

secretary

She was suppose to just be a secretary.
But I guess it was hard to find myself thinking of her as just that.
She was beautiful. Married, but mentally beaten down so that her esteem was nothing more than a few inches in height. Easy to push around, to command. She was like the lost pup you find on a side of a road.
She would do whatever I told her.
“Julie, get me a coffee.”
“Yes sir.”
“Julie, get me the head CEO’s phone number.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Julie, take off your top.”
“Yes, sir.”
Such a lovely woman.

» Posted By Tori On 08.27.2011 @ 8:49 pm

silk

I really wish I owned more silk clothes, but I would probably ruin them all. I’m a clumsy person in that perspective. I don’t think that last sentence really made much sense. Bottom line: I spill a lot of things on my clothes, and silk would really suck to ruin. Rain would suck on it too. It’s currently raining into my dorm window. Hurray for rain! Not.

» Posted By Tori On 08.23.2011 @ 12:38 pm

missed

I miss a lot. My past and the time passing right now. I want to be that kid gain – carefree and unaware of the obigations in life. For now ‘m enjoying every moment I can. Being missed is comforting but missing something is painful.

» Posted By tori On 08.20.2011 @ 1:50 am

you were missed ever since i last saw you on that cold december day. when the flowers bloom in springtime, you are missed. when the hot summer days fog my memory, you are missed. when the crisp leaves of fall are turning, you are missed. i wish you could realize the impact you left on my life.

» Posted By Tori On 08.19.2011 @ 4:38 pm

repeat

i feel like my birthdays repeat themselves. crying and some weird lonely feeling…will the repititon ever stop? I’m honestly doubtful.

» Posted By tori On 08.16.2011 @ 11:18 pm

thread

Time stretched through
From me to you
A single thread
Easily clipped
Erasing all connection
With a single snip

» Posted By Tori On 08.15.2011 @ 5:32 pm

like a thread untangling and untangling and without any hope of being returned to it’s original state, she falls, her whole life does, and she has no ideals, no grand expectations of the future, just the acceptance of the downward spiral she has gotten caught in

» Posted By Tori On 08.15.2011 @ 5:09 pm

driving

you’re driving me insane… I totally shouldn’t be pissed but I totally am. I mean, I did this to you yesterday but it was totally different!! I didnt have a choice and you totally do. It’s good to know just how much ‘your girl’ means to you.

» Posted By tori On 08.09.2011 @ 10:22 pm

canvas

I paint on you.
I lay my life on you.
I make the boundaries for my future, on you.
You may be blank at first,
but you soon shall be filled with colour.
What starts as white, ends in a rainbow.

» Posted By Tori On 08.07.2011 @ 6:16 pm

level

They said this was a new level of insanity.
They put me in this peculiar white room with padding.
I still saw the dead though.
They put me in this straitjacket.
I screamed, I kicked, I did everything humanly possible to let them know that I was going to die that night.
But as they closed the door to that room, they never looked back.
The next morning, the padded room was painted red.

» Posted By Tori On 08.03.2011 @ 6:01 pm

root

The root of my days lays somewhere deep beneath the surface, it a buried by memories good and bad. As I come into my sixteenth year the begining gets a little further away and my days become a little more free.

» Posted By tori On 08.02.2011 @ 9:46 am

wings

I used to think that if I was a really good girl God would give me my wings early so I could fly around and do cool stuff. As I got older I guess I forgot about that, I lost some faith and the hope for wings went with it…

» Posted By tori On 07.31.2011 @ 11:37 pm

violet

The violet box contained my tears, my scars and my blood. But I kept it anyways as a reminder of what i’d gone through. I still have the letter that told me she was dead. I still have the blade that took me on such an emotional ride. I still have my note that i’d never sent. And despite all of this, I still have my life, summed up in a violet box.

» Posted By Tori On 07.21.2011 @ 8:53 pm

violent

the dreams that i used to experience were always violent. they would stay with me in some sort of alternate reality for the rest of the day. i would forget that this is reality and not a dream, the violence would always stick.

» Posted By tori On 07.21.2011 @ 12:41 am

He violently shook me again.
I cowered away from his touch, but it was useless. Gordon was relentless when he was upset with me.
Grabbing my throat, he pushed me up against the wall.
I shrieked.
He covered my mouth.
“I love you,” he whispered.
What could I say?
“Tell me you love me.”
I couldn’t.
His grip tightened.
“Tell me.”
“I… I… love… you.”
He let go.
I collapsed like a lifeless rag doll I was.
I began to sob.

» Posted By Tori On 07.20.2011 @ 11:44 pm

sticks

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. WHAT A LIE. I don’t remember who first said that to me as a child but they are responsable for some serious misconceptions. Words are razor blades, sometimes the woulds left by words never heal whilst those of the flesh heal without hinderance.

» Posted By tori On 07.17.2011 @ 9:51 pm

braid

I used to braid my hair all the time. It made me look more native american and I loved that. My hair is long and dark and I always thought it looked good in a braid, but one day somebody told me it looked stupid. That stung and I havent braided it sense. Am I stupid for listening? probably.

» Posted By tori On 07.02.2011 @ 12:34 am

honest

Silently i looked,
into his honest eyes,
and for a moment,
a single moment,
i felt like the world wasn’t burning,
nothing was crashing,
and everything was fine.

Then reality,
flames,
darkness ,
evil.
i was nothing.

» Posted By Tori On 06.30.2011 @ 10:32 pm

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