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I planted the bulb beneath the earth. I knew the lovely flowers would bloom in the spring. Bringing with them brilliant colors and hope for the future.
» Posted By Becky On 10.17.2008 @ 7:42 pm
when i was little, i wanted to be a princess. only i couldnt pronounce the r, so really i wanted to be a pincess. i had alteregos, and sometimes i wouldnt respond to someone unless they called me pincess jasmine. i really wish i never was like that. whats the point
» Posted By becky On 10.14.2008 @ 1:20 am
airoplane yeepee great turbalance high in the sky clouds. fun eating drinkin holiday here we come …sea sand sun…. wings pilot comfort
» Posted By becky On 10.09.2008 @ 9:31 am
there was once a hill that couldn’t stand being what it was. it wanted to be a mountain. or a plain. but it was a hill. and it was sad. it looked up to the other mountains and hills that were taller than it and asked them how to become like them. but they had no reply. instead, it encouraged the locals to dump manure and garbage on it to make it taller. but all it did was stink.
» Posted By becky On 10.07.2008 @ 2:20 pm
“Evidence, smehvidence. Think what you want. You always do,” he said.
» Posted By Becky On 10.02.2008 @ 12:35 pm
i am proud of the person i am, of the person i will become. I have a hope that others are proud of all that they have achieved and will achieve but every day witness a distinct lack of pride in self and others. I have hope for everyone but they don’t have hope for themselves, and I am trying to realise that my hope alone does not cut it, it is through God’s hope and mercy.
» Posted By Becky On 09.17.2008 @ 1:46 pm
I hate it when you delay answering like you know there’s something wrong with me. As if the questions I ask don’t mean a single thing. Or like I’m as stupid as you make me feel…
» Posted By Becky On 08.31.2008 @ 4:43 pm
The lonesome cowboy rode into town. He was worn and hard looking. One could tell he’d seen a lot of misery and yet had a optimistic outlook on life. His head was high and his back was straight in his leather saddle. No
» Posted By becky On 06.03.2008 @ 8:47 am
I like to think about food and apples and oranges all neatly arranged in these things. Cleanups and stuff. How do those cleanups become necessary? Maybe people visit the supermarket to sabotage the industry. Cleanup in (insert Aisle here). What a shame. The food is so nicely arranged too.
» Posted By Becky On 05.27.2008 @ 11:03 am
memory is what stays in your brain like going to a basketball game or watching your favorite movie. memories can be good or bad sometimes forgotten
» Posted By becky On 07.08.2008 @ 10:10 am
there was a large orage cone blocking my way. i didnt know what to do so i asked it to move. it did not respond so i kicked it…im sorry cone. i feel bad now. my temper gets the best of me when it come to things of great importance, such as crossing the street.
» Posted By Becky On 05.06.2008 @ 8:34 am
His thoughts lay in the open.
Waiting for someone to see.
His thoughts lay in the open.
The passing of Life and The world
» Posted By becky On 05.01.2008 @ 5:45 am
To me, there is nothing more soothing than the sound of chalk clicking on the chalkboard and people stacking plastic cups. Last night, my roommate came home with a set of regulation stacking cups. We spent the rest of the afternoon learning the 3 different formations and watching cup stacking competitions on youtube.
» Posted By becky On 04.29.2008 @ 11:45 am
She ran up the stairs, desperate to tell him the news. The stairs had never seemed so high and she feared there was no way she could possibly reach the top, not with this news feeling as if it would burst out of her at any moment. Not just any news, this news! The news they had been waiting to hear.
» Posted By Becky On 04.22.2008 @ 9:54 am
Human condition is an elusive thing. What is it, exactly? what is human? What makes me me and you you and us we and everyone every person that they are or could be? Why does anyone wonder what everyone else thinks of them, when everyone else wonders exactly the same thing? Why can’t we all just take a deep breath, step away from the drama and hate, and love each other? …. Unconditionally.
» Posted By Becky On 04.03.2010 @ 10:11 am
a major goal for me in life is to achieve happiness and to find true love. i so desperately want to be eternally happy with her.
» Posted By Becky On 01.15.2010 @ 8:07 pm
i just feel like i am being put on the spot all the time. it’s not a good feeling.
» Posted By becky On 01.14.2010 @ 7:58 pm
the lord is a strong tower. there is a verse somewhere that speaks about God in this way – I don’t recall the reference or the whole verse. But I do know this – when I find myself in times of trouble I go to God. He is my fortress, my wall of defense, my strong tower. In Him I have my refuge. In Him no man can lay hold of me. When I meditate on the Lord’s word; his promises; I see where my help and my hope and my salvation are found. Not in myself. Not in the latest technology. Not in the most recent political victory. But in Him. And because Christ made a way to the Father, the strong tower will not fall on me. Because Christ paid the penalty for my sin, my Father has good pleasure to surround me with his love.
» Posted By becky On 01.04.2010 @ 4:54 pm
there are too many folds in my life. and maybe they’re not even folds, they’re wrinkles. no matter how much i iron, flatten and smooth, they multiply again and again. creases furrow the road of life, and my brow. when will they
» Posted By becky On 11.30.2009 @ 9:48 pm
fold dollars into shirts cause they’re awesome. asain man very good. not as good as mexican man though : ] he’s very cute and sweet and i love him yay folding stuff gaaaaaaaahahahhahahahaa
» Posted By becky On 11.30.2009 @ 5:58 pm
sugar is the sweetest decay that you always recognise is bad for you, but will allow in moderation. sugar that you get from love which you know is bad for you is never gained in moderation. always in excess. and we happily want more, no matter how sickly it tastes.
» Posted By becky On 11.14.2009 @ 2:40 pm
Se sighed. Something wasn’t quite right, she’d always known it. Something she couldn’t even fathom was missing from his eyes, she knew that there must be something more. Aunt Jenna looked at her solemnly. Jess, you’re life it’s what we call.. a virtual reality.
» Posted By Becky On 11.12.2009 @ 8:21 pm
it’s pointy, it’s a funnel, i suppose. does the funnel the point across where necessary?
» Posted By becky On 11.12.2009 @ 11:35 am
Her little fingers grasped at the ice cream cone, having a bit of trouble balancing, and her face lit up like only a child’s can.
» Posted By Becky On 11.11.2009 @ 8:16 pm
something you inject drugs with, it scares me
» Posted By becky On 11.25.2009 @ 11:11 am
Warning, stop! The breakout from the internment camp was stifled when the glare of the spotlight revealed their postition.
» Posted By Becky On 11.24.2009 @ 8:58 am
something that hits you in the face and shines on the ground where there is no light and it shines in a circle so that you can see something there. it illuminates. stage.
» Posted By becky On 11.23.2009 @ 7:58 pm
eternal is forever
eternal beauty is forever the greatest beauty
eternal youth is something the old look for and the young hate
eternal lasts too long
eternal is forever.
» Posted By Becky On 11.18.2009 @ 7:19 pm
painting has a lot of this. i think of feathers, sand paper, things like that. feelings can be textures of our minds, textures we sense, not physically feel maybe. i like the texture of my lover’s skin. it’s so comforting, so soothing.
» Posted By becky On 12.10.2009 @ 10:32 pm
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insect. black and yellow, lives in hives, has stingers,
» Posted By Becky On 12.01.2009 @ 5:44 pm