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The bonds that tie. The Unbreakable ones. It’s advisable to uphold your end of the agreement. It’s only fair. Be a good person.
» Posted By Becky On 02.04.2012 @ 8:07 pm
“Oh my God, guys, that was so epic!” We smiled as we looked up at the stars, a perfect day having been spent together, for one last time before we had to leave for schools.
» Posted By Becky On 02.02.2012 @ 7:05 pm
I remember pulling my sister around in a wawgon. I think it was when I was 7 or 8 years old. She was four. I wonder if she remembers that. It was red, of course. It was old. Antique, even. I’m sure my mom dug it up somewhere. It was kind of symbolic.
» Posted By Becky On 02.02.2012 @ 8:28 am
It was a bright sunny day. We were all looking forward to the rides and the candy apples. The cotton candy and the mini games. Tickets in hand, we ran forth, each choosing where to go first. I remember it like yesterday with a fondness that warms my heart.
» Posted By Becky On 01.31.2012 @ 10:02 pm
What are the odds? 50/50, she thinks, flipping the coin and making the decision. 50/50 and the coin says yes, buy the scratchcard. Here the odds are… she heard it said, the odds are lower than those of getting struck by lightning. But the coin said, buy it. So she takes her chances.
» Posted By Becky On 01.30.2012 @ 3:37 am
Form over function
Means beautiful meaningless
Words on blank pages.
» Posted By Becky On 01.31.2012 @ 4:34 am
We learned the other day that tying a bow-tie is next to impossible if you’re not wearing a collared shirt. He explained it. He’s very smart.
» Posted By Becky On 01.26.2012 @ 2:48 pm
Taking liberties like
when you kept all my things
and said I should be
and then behaved
And when you said
when you said
you still love me
» Posted By Becky On 01.19.2012 @ 5:58 am
It shook the mountains. I imagined, sitting in a bar technically below sea-level. That sound. Loud, animal, full of something. Something. It shook everything.
» Posted By Becky On 01.17.2012 @ 1:25 am
i have never played one, he thought to himself. is it a little like a harp? no, it is one of those strange instruments played in restaurants. by small men with twirly black moustaches. i have never heard one and perhaps i should. he pulled out his Ipad and thought about googling it and about whether google was making him complacent. and then she walked in.
» Posted By Becky On 01.16.2012 @ 7:25 am
I’d say I love them, but I’ve been trying to say “love” more exclusively. Lillies are pretty. They remind me of tranquility and purity and generally good things. Hooray!
» Posted By Becky On 01.08.2012 @ 3:11 pm
I wish we owned a large estate by the seashore, just you and me in this big house that’s all ours, to do with it what we want.
» Posted By Becky On 12.31.2011 @ 4:13 pm
Come on, man. Don’t wait up. You can’t enjoy your life if you’re always rushing through like that. It’s not healthy. Half of fun of an experience is the journey it takes to get there. Don’t be scared. Go! Don’t look back!
» Posted By Becky On 12.22.2011 @ 7:06 pm
A sudden flash
A loud bang
I hear a crash
The sky just sang
I blink my eyes
I open my mouth
Startling yet beautiful
» Posted By Becky On 12.19.2011 @ 11:34 pm
His smile played across his lips like a symphony
His fingers long, comforting, like a pianists fingers
He lured you in with those fingers and that smile
Wrapping you into him
The platinum of his ring stinging cold against your neck
That was my ring
My ring to give
The day when I wore the dress tiered like a cake
And you sat in the pew wearing the lace hat that covered your jealous eyes.
» Posted By Becky On 12.07.2011 @ 8:33 pm
She opened her mouth, the taste of music settling on her tongue. The scent of the bass filled her and the tingle of the pianist’s fingers played across her skin. She was lost in the symphony of senses.
» Posted By Becky On 11.14.2011 @ 7:17 pm
life is like a sandcastle, you spend years and years trying to build it stronger, but suddenly one day death decides to come and destroy it …
» Posted By becky On 10.19.2011 @ 9:03 pm
We were on the edge. I couldn’t stand not being with him, but I knew something was going to have to change if we were going to stay together. I loved him like I’d never loved anyone or anything else. He was my everything, but I wasn’t his. I wanted him to stay, but I didn’t know how to make it work.
» Posted By Becky On 10.02.2011 @ 12:33 pm
I love to put my hair in braids. To braid your hair you make three parts andtwist each part into another and complete this action always in the same order. pippy lonstalking has to braids and red hair. We call my best friend pippy cuz she always has braids and has red hair.
» Posted By Becky On 10.01.2011 @ 4:02 pm
Christian wallace. is the most romanitc out there. The boys cares sooo damn much about me and I don’t kniow how the fuck it was that I got soo lucky. He’d do anything for me, go to any limits jusst to show me that he’s thinking of me and that he wants me to feel loved and missed and gorgeous. The boy is amazing. Girls should wait, wait, wait, for this. They shouldn’t give up even a little part of themselves to compromise with any boy that they don’t LOVE. People should stop wasting their time, having mindless and meaningless sex. So many people get hurt and stomped all over because they think they just have to give in to something. You don’t have you… You’ll find what your looking for, just wait.
» Posted By Becky On 09.30.2011 @ 9:52 pm
Romance is the power to move you with a look, one look, long or short. A look that says; I know you.
Romance has the gift of moving you when you feel that the world has stood still.
Romance has t
» Posted By Becky On 09.30.2011 @ 12:08 pm
The evidence was clear in her face…
Coated in salt water
It was there in the tangles in her hair
It was there in her forced smile
It was clear by the harsh red marks on her face
It was all around her
It was her
They pretended not to see
» Posted By Becky On 09.26.2011 @ 9:17 pm
the feeling I get when I worry about someone.
I am concerned about my future, my friendships, and my health. I must be better about them all. I am also concerned about my lack of inspiration. Most people can write on these things and can instantly write beautiful poetic thoughts, while I am concerned about writing about “concern”
» Posted By becky On 09.18.2011 @ 8:07 pm
We attended a rally for the opening of a new store in our town that sold only left shoes. Mostly excited were the people who had two left feet. There were balloons, congressmen, and all sorts of food for the hungry. You may think this odd, but it’s just one more event in our attempt to meet all peoples’ needs.
» Posted By Becky On 09.13.2011 @ 5:17 pm
I rally around my faith. My God is what keeps me going most days. It is my utmost desire to bring others to Him. I am not a Bible-thumping freak. I listen to pop music etc., but underneath it all is the knowledge that at the end of the day, He will be there for me always.
» Posted By Becky On 09.13.2011 @ 1:51 pm
Smooth as silk, gentle as the wind. Tangled up like grass and the wind tumbles through the fields of silk and wild roses. Red as a drape over an exotic bed wrapped in silky curtains and misty light full of warmth.
» Posted By becky On 08.23.2011 @ 6:39 pm
that girl is poison.
that’s my favourite song.
i love new jack swing, makes me think about the nineties, when everything was neon and bouncy and clean. i was young then. innocent.
» Posted By becky On 08.22.2011 @ 9:34 am
The snake’s poison dripped from its fangs as it prepared to strike the unsuspecting mouse that had unwittingly wandered within striking distance. SNAP! The snake lunged at the rodent and landed a fatal blow. Mouse no more.
» Posted By Becky On 08.21.2011 @ 2:34 pm
plane runing with my boyfirnd to better places… things he wont do with me … things he likes more and it just makes me think that he will always want to fly away from me at one time or another… im just on borrowed time
» Posted By Becky On 08.21.2011 @ 7:53 am
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It was aching but there was something there: something almost beautiful.
As I writhed and flinched I felt an almost cleansing of guilt for all wrong doing. Is this what it feels like to be a masochistic? I wonder to myself quietly as once again my father raises his coarse and smoke-smelling hand.
I will not enjoy this.
I think these words as another blissful lash comes down onto my back.
» Posted By Becky On 08.14.2011 @ 9:51 pm