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Just be sure, up there, no one sees the edges up there. Big flight. Just time, our time. Lights, smoldered to dark. Clouds bent by the wings. Ears pushed, pulled, signs empty. There it is. Flight. I hear you now. There it is. Simple. Burst just a little. Maybe. For you. See some more, find some more about me. Flight. With me. There you are. Crisp. In line with me. Wrapped.

» Posted By Angie On 10.12.2008 @ 5:20 pm

I took a flight to Italy. I was 28 years old. It was the longest flight I had ever taken.

» Posted By angie On 10.11.2008 @ 2:02 pm

I like flying on wings of imagination soaring into unknown worlsdand dimensions no thinkin just feeling it’s amazing how it blows my mind the stars the colors it’s not drugs it not anything artificial it’s just me and my imagination.

» Posted By Angie On 10.10.2008 @ 6:57 am


that reminds me of that old dress I wore in that play. What was the name. Yes once again I can’t remember what the name was. I wish my memory where stronger. Wait it was a pink dress with beads. We picked it up at goodwill or some other store that you can find really old clothes just waiting for some special use. But I loved that dress. I felt like a princess when I wore it. And I wanted to wear it every day. But my friends laughed and said I was stupid. I wore it anyway, when they weren’t looking.

» Posted By angie On 08.17.2008 @ 7:11 am


the very pretty bird was full of feathered-ness.
feathered: not furred..not scaled..but feathered..?

» Posted By Angie On 09.27.2008 @ 5:50 pm


my life is something i’m quite proud of but not that i love it by anymeans i enjoy my life i go out and do things i want to — i feel my parents are proud of me which makes me proud. I hope one day they have that sense of accomplishment i feel they’re buying there momentary happiness i hope in the hearts they’ll have pride for the life they have lived. I love them and that’s all i could hope for.

» Posted By Angie On 09.20.2008 @ 2:21 pm


sometimes i throw a little basil in with the gloop just because we all know basil makes everything better just like a little bubble baby its all there for the taking. you know sometimes i wonder why there arent more words that start with be. i’m liked b’s be’s bee’s be-u-ti-ful. then you know.. you can just babble and babble…

» Posted By angie On 09.02.2008 @ 7:26 am


my memory has decreased over time. Why? who knows. Old age, diet air pollution? Probably all my puter has

» Posted By Angie On 07.09.2008 @ 2:56 am


You must be kidding, I just had this word. Maybe I will get a different word next time.

» Posted By Angie On 06.26.2008 @ 11:14 am

pardon me madam, but i think you are riding my horse.

Oh my, no, you must be mistaken, for I bought this one at market last Tuesday.

The man shoots the woman.

He rides off.

» Posted By Angie On 06.26.2008 @ 11:11 am


an event is fun and full of friends, people, laughs, high spirits, drinks and memories. that’s what most of them should be about. We tend to forget that because our days are so full of stress and all we think about is ourselves. Let’s have events.

» Posted By Angie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


the ship sailed off silently into the sunset. With it went my heart. I’d never felt so lonely than I did at that moment. Would I ever see him again? Would I ever be whole without him. I turned away and walked down the pier toward my car; toward my empty apartment.

» Posted By Angie On 01.04.2010 @ 10:54 am

out, ship out. A ship docked at harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are for. You see, if you want your people to sail, to build a ship, you must not show them how to use wood, but rather to love the sea.

» Posted By Angie On 01.04.2010 @ 5:35 am


reveal my heart i am yours
you obsess me i adore you
i am desperate i try to hide it but i want you
ti voglio not ti voglio bene
ti voglio comme un folle parce que je suis une folle pour toi
reveal my secret
your eyes
your hair
your words
that you let slip so casually
you don’t know what you do to me
reveal this
to the world?
not yet

» Posted By angie On 09.29.2009 @ 3:26 am


i just baked a roast beef with potatoes and carots and onions for my family. I haven’t cooked for them in a long time and it felt really good. If I want us to continue to be a close nit family, i need to put more effort into thingslike this and stop being lazy – it takes work.

» Posted By Angie On 11.06.2009 @ 5:15 pm


I think we all have a shield. We all hide behind this reasoning that we cannot explain; this thinking that we’ll somehow get hurt. But we know it already hurts. The shield we put up doesn’t let us be who we are, and in turn, becomes the sword we hide ourselves from in the first place. It’s a vicious cycle we cannot separate ourselves from. You think you know someone. You think you know yourself. You don’t. You know only the intricate lies woven into a thick skin- a shield in which we fall upon…

» Posted By Angie On 11.05.2009 @ 8:23 am


a pin sweing a pokey thing a cactus, a porcupine, a place (needles) a shot, medicine, not good. scary. drugs. good drugs, bad drugs.

» Posted By angie On 11.25.2009 @ 3:19 am


supreme judgment, supreme power, supreme being

» Posted By angie On 12.21.2009 @ 6:47 am


He had just arrived; he alighted the plane and gasped as the air slapped his pinked cheeks. What was he to do? He had been away for so long, and now, it was as if he were walking within a memory of some past day. The clouds were gray, the people were gray, and his own perception of time was gray as well. Where had he arrived, Hell? Oh, but if only he truly knew.

» Posted By Angie On 12.13.2009 @ 11:13 am


Life’s beautiful words are created of these wonderful characters. These characters come in a variety of shapes and sizes. It’s amazing how powerful these can be when put together nicely.

» Posted By angie On 03.03.2010 @ 7:06 pm


i’ve always wanted to be wanted. I think that’s probably one of the best feelings in the world. Not necessarily by boys or by someone in a romantic way, but just to be wanted period. By my friends. My family. Random strangers. Just to feel like your presence makes some kind of difference is such an awesome feeling. It makes you feel like you, just by existing, is making a difference some how

» Posted By angie On 03.12.2010 @ 3:56 pm


it was a nuclear explosion in her heart, severing her heartstrings and sending the organ sinking to the ground.

» Posted By angie On 03.13.2010 @ 11:36 am


Love triangle. Three hearts. Three bodies. Three minds. Three souls. Infinite possibilities. Triangle, try something new.

» Posted By Angie On 03.01.2010 @ 10:18 pm


nasty soft white goo that vegans try to eat to satisfy their own moral obligations. an abomination to anything relating to food. nasty gross toxic junk that makes me want to gag and vomit, then go eat a cheeseburger to wash it down.

» Posted By angie On 01.23.2010 @ 11:21 pm



» Posted By angie On 01.23.2010 @ 4:34 am


I think I already did this one. I thought I would get a new word but, I guess they only do one word a day which is cool. So, I’m not sure what to say so, to quote Christopher Walken “I’ve got a fever and the only cure is more cow bell!”

» Posted By Angie On 10.06.2009 @ 9:57 pm

Recorder is an instrument much like a flute. I can remember playing the recorder in 5th grade. We called it a “song flute” but, they are both the same thing. Wow, I don’t know what else to say.

» Posted By Angie On 10.06.2009 @ 9:55 pm



» Posted By Angie On 10.26.2009 @ 6:02 am


telephone, ring tone, letter d, keyboard, call, tone, friends,

» Posted By Angie On 10.21.2009 @ 5:02 pm

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