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One day I asked my mom about her history and know she is my guidance every day at homeschool.
» Posted By angel On 02.09.2017 @ 10:00 am
The bottle reached the shore, the paper inside only mildly damp, and the ink barely running. Melody found it early one morning, not even realizing what it was at first. When she did, though, she was amazed. A real life message in a bottle.
» Posted By Angel On 08.25.2016 @ 11:37 am
OH MY LORD!
» Posted By Angel On 08.25.2016 @ 11:31 am
“He’s such a lightweight,” she cried, as she circled around him, a snarl on her lips. He trembled inside with rage and impotence. She had him and she knew it. There was nothing he could do.
» Posted By Angel On 03.31.2016 @ 4:33 pm
The moment the jury walked back into the room, he knew he was screwed. There wasn’t an expression on a face he could read; he just felt it in his gut, and his gut was never wrong. It had saved him on the streets and in the boardroom. Now, the jig was up.
» Posted By Angel On 03.29.2016 @ 4:38 pm
Alone with no one but my fears.
Everyone walks by but no one cares.
They see me but don’t acknowledge me.
It’s like I’m the grass and they are the flowers.
I’m an outsider.
That’s all I’ll ever be.
» Posted By Angel On 03.24.2016 @ 8:37 am
N=notch from minecraft
G=gel for hair
» Posted By Angel On 03.21.2016 @ 8:04 am
The white feathered creatures who guard you from above. Their cloths white as well as their wings. Angels are everywhere they say. Whispering it in your ear, Even you can be an angel, your nature and care.
» Posted By Angel On 03.21.2016 @ 7:32 am
a king sits amoung his starving people and servants as he is surrounded by wonderful grapes and wines. The people beg for food but he refuses to share for he is an evil king. He gets angry when one person tries to steal a single grape.
» Posted By angel On 04.20.2015 @ 8:34 am
its is the dead of night. a brisk wind blows and picks up leaves, throwing them into your face. The concrete beneath your feet is cold and you lack of shoes therefore poses an imminent problem. The richoty train tracks squeak and squeal as the run down and dusty train pulls up. Its
» Posted By angel On 05.01.2014 @ 1:02 am
divide into. cut apart. separate in to sections. pull into parts.
» Posted By angel On 02.02.2014 @ 5:09 am
spouting, fresh, water, force, whales, power, feathers, preening
» Posted By Angel On 12.05.2013 @ 11:13 am
makes us us. It is so important to the making of us. Maybe that’s why we like donuts so much. Maybe the world spins because it fucking hates us cause we get donuts and it doesn’t. How do you think the world feels. Hmm? I bet it feels sad. I’d feel sad to
» Posted By Angel On 10.24.2013 @ 3:43 pm
What justification do you think you have to do that? Just go out and be yourself without thinking it through? How are you going to take care of yourself if you don’t follow the herd? Who told you you could be different?
» Posted By Angel On 08.10.2013 @ 9:34 pm
Sundried tomatoes are a mystery. Who ever thought that something that was so unappealing in regular form, would be better if left outside to dry out.
» Posted By Angel On 08.08.2013 @ 8:19 pm
I browse through his file cabinet, looking for the documents he asked me to retrieve, when my fingers got stuck between a stapled paper. I looked at it, and it said I love you.
» Posted By Angel On 07.24.2013 @ 4:14 pm
There came a time where all the girls in our town was staring at the blue sky that never ends. They were all looking up, searching, searching for the raven that holds the truth. The truth that is their only hope. The raven that is their only hope.
» Posted By Angel On 07.15.2013 @ 1:15 am
I see the pair of them together and I’m suddenly reminded of my own two children. I hear their phantom laughter and my fingers itch with the memory of their skin. Hair in pigtails and in braids. The smell of baby shampoo and the sound of their laughter. I only wish I could hold them again. The tears come unbidden. I avert my eyes.
» Posted By Angel On 06.17.2013 @ 11:01 pm
When I woke up on Saturday afternoon, I saw something I never thought I’d have the chance to. My grandfather whom had dies last year was standing at the foot of my bed. At first it seemed alarming, but I soon realized it was just what I needed. He looked at me with wonder in his eyes, and I looked back with love.
» Posted By angel On 06.08.2013 @ 10:32 am
I looked up into the sky and imagined myself in the stratosphere. Floating up where the air is thin and the sky is clear. The sounds of everything washed away in the white noise of bliss and fresh air. Seeing everything and nothing all at once.
» Posted By Angel On 05.24.2013 @ 4:12 pm
Oh good lord she cries
will you ever stop?
stop loving stop caring
Go and plant your pansies on the other side of the road
for all I care
they may as well not be planted at all.
» Posted By Angel On 04.25.2013 @ 4:56 am
My father was a director. He wore big yellow sunglasses and plaid pants. He sat in a black chair with wooden legs, and yelled at actors through a big cone shaped speaker. I liked to watch him direct because he saw things other people didn’t see, or just plain didn’t notice. He’d show the camera man a different angle, or the actress a different way of saying her line. Somehow, he brought it together, and it was magical. My dad was a director.
» Posted By Angel On 03.12.2013 @ 4:39 pm
I stirred inside. I cried. I waited. I had to way to stop it. I could only wait. And wait. And wait. My fate was sealed in time and I was unable to rush it. It was not prodded or pressed by my tears nor by my anguish. I could only wait..
» Posted By Angel On 12.15.2012 @ 11:45 pm
Today has presented itself with a phone call first from my beautiful daughter T as I was getting out of bed… Such a beautiful blessing for me to hear her sweet voice and to have her on the phone first thing in the morning. She couldn’t wait for me to check my facebook page and see the photos she’d taken of her sister and her family! I love it that my daughters are so close to each other.
I have been presented with such a blessing in my daughters and their families. God is good and I love all that He has presented me with!
» Posted By Angel On 12.11.2012 @ 7:05 am
I have been presented the opportunity to make a change…
Do I want the change? I could let everything go that I have been working so hard to build.
I am at a stage in my life where I want simplicity –
Do I dare let go of my “so called dream” that I have been working soooo hard for these last few years???? REALLY!?
Yes, I am REALLY tired of the social media rat race and all of the marketing marketing marketing that it takes! UGH!
Now, I just need to be presented with how to let my following know…
Hmmmm… I am ready to be presented with that bit of wisdom now…
Waiting expectantly for that bit of info to be presented… :)
» Posted By Angel On 12.10.2012 @ 3:53 pm
history, hurts, good grade, the thing that defines you. Childhood. youth, nurturing, time, school,forgiveness,birth
» Posted By Angel On 11.28.2012 @ 8:07 pm
I hear a distant call to my past. The past that makes me who I am today. Everything is so ancient, the history so potent in the air. It molds everything that we as people do. Does it make a difference that we learn about our past, our history? Do we really make a difference?
» Posted By Angel On 02.09.2013 @ 5:25 pm
No time to escape the past. We live and learn from all our ancestors, but nothing ever changes. Why do we continuously torture ourselves with this absolute crap. Knowing we will always be different and the same. Forever repeating our destiny. Forever…ancient.
» Posted By Angel On 02.09.2013 @ 5:03 pm
» Posted By Angel On 10.07.2012 @ 1:38 am
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» Posted By angel On 08.20.2012 @ 8:06 pm