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I do not know this word meaning, sea means ocean, belt maybe is a beg. I just know that . when I saw some word which I do not know, I will very busy

» Posted By Bella On 09.03.2018 @ 11:24 pm


if you have an itchy spot on your body you are more than likely to itch it. but what if there was something that could prevent that. maybe one day someone will create a special cream to make the itching stop instantly

» Posted By bella On 08.30.2018 @ 9:34 pm


You’re a fucking life-ruiner. Remember when we were going to be in love forever?. We would have two kids and listen to old rock & roll and make love in the desert and now the essence of you around me is vile. You really are the worst thing that ever happened to me.

» Posted By Bella On 05.15.2018 @ 8:09 am


i hate my enemy! they don’t know what they are talking about. whether it be political, mental: people are so competitive. i don’t know whether they’re competitive towards their own expectations for themselves though. its quite stupid to have rivals, really. makes me think of old fashioned knights. how do you spell medieval?

» Posted By bella On 06.20.2017 @ 11:58 am


I always wanted to be a nonfiction writer
Not a journalist,
everything is nonfiction
everything is a story
we all think in abstract and symbolism
shapes and colors and concepts
nonfiction is not lack of imagination
it is part of human interpretation

» Posted By Bella On 03.23.2017 @ 2:17 pm


I don’t really know what incense means. I think it is something that is like a fragrance or perfume. In a sentence it could be the incense smelled really nice. Incense, incense, incense, it is making me very mad. I’m almost out of time.

» Posted By Bella On 01.08.2016 @ 6:12 am


I don’t know where I was going with this, honestly.

» Posted By Bella On 09.18.2015 @ 7:50 pm

“Why would you give me those orders?”
He spun around, furious at my response.
“Because you are a soldier, and soldiers are willing to risk their lives!”
How dare he accuse me of not following orders? I was willing to do anything to save my country.

» Posted By Bella On 09.18.2015 @ 7:50 pm


My body lurched forward like a rag doll, and i could see the light reflecting through the car windshield but my instincts told me i was about to shatter it. I was stopped short by the airbag that at the last second jutted into my rib cage, doing what seemed like sucking all the air out of my lungs, leaving me gasping ferociously.

» Posted By Bella On 04.03.2015 @ 6:02 pm


Olive is the name of an adorable little pug who lives at the video store in my hometown. Olives go in martinis, greek pasta salad, and spaghetti sauce. Olive Oil, of course, Popeye’s skinny little girlfriend also comes to mind. I don’t like pimentos in my olives and I prefer the black ones. Extra-virgin olive oil is fabulous for everything, including your skin.

I have “olive” skin tone. Olive green makes me think of the military. Mount Olive. Extend an Olive branch. Ode to an olive. blah blah blah

» Posted By Bella On 12.29.2014 @ 10:14 pm


care mel love it taste feel it eat spice lick it sticky caramel i feel like eating a lot of sticky stuff candy lil bits i eat a lot u should to wat u doing Emily!

» Posted By bella On 11.14.2014 @ 7:56 am


The veil draping over her face masked her unadulterated doubt. Her slender ivory gown

» Posted By Bella On 10.16.2014 @ 9:14 am


it was as if the city made no difference
To intimidation
Maybe I was small
But I’m growing up now
people are not as grand as you want them to be
I think the only thing that imposes itself
In a incorrect fashion
Is my imagination

» Posted By Bella On 06.22.2014 @ 12:26 am


it wasn’t like the salt was unwelcome. It just seem to crack when it dried on the creases of my eyes. As if to say some physical remnants of you remained. It was your presence of salt. The water we shed is too often waste. But there was some of you still in my tear ducts. I need to remove you entirely. But it was the salt that stayed.
Why couldn’t you appreciate that you were more to me, than mineral excretion.
It seemed I wasn’t even that to you.

» Posted By Bella On 06.18.2014 @ 6:39 pm


I didn’t know how to be Mexican .
I had no idea until I was six that these mysterious brown people were actually blood relatives.
I grew up where the fridge was an “ice-box” and northerners were “Yankees”
These people grew up barefoot in the sands of Sonoran desert, ate chile and green corn tamales,
And yet, I fell into them as smoothly as the howl of desert coyotes and the flow of monsoons,
And I adapted.

» Posted By Bella On 05.31.2014 @ 6:36 pm


I don’t really know what it means to go back to where you came from
because really, truly, i’ve been hazy this whole time
and i haven’t really understood what’s been going on for a couple years
because i traded my coherent thoughts for bottles of vodka and slowed my wit significantly by the smoke in my lungs

» Posted By Bella On 05.16.2014 @ 6:13 pm


Sometimes, you just have to let go, y’know?
sometimes your imagination takes you to these random-ass planes of existence you didn’t know you were capable of experiencing
and the smell of everything is different
and the air tastes foreign
but you feel content, all the same,
after all, it was in your head all along.

» Posted By Bella On 05.11.2014 @ 8:13 pm


I take orders.
We’re taking orders.
Follow orders
What am I thinking
I don’t think
Don’t think just write don’t think just write dontthinkjustwrite
i’m trained to follow
what then?
Are my orders not to follow orders?
i’m so lost.
I’m confused.

» Posted By Bella On 01.13.2014 @ 8:14 pm


The trees sway in front of me, dancing in the wind.
They swung so happily, i could almost see their joy.
They were mocking me.
Nature was looking down at me and laughing at my sorrow.
The air was cold, it nipped at my skin and erected small bumps of flesh.
In spite of this the sun still shone down on me, warming me and kissing my tears.
But the trees, they did not show affection. They mocked me.
Not to mention they frustrated me, every graceful movement of their branches seemed to be directly aimed at the canopy i lay under.
They were so careful, so lithe
Right up until the point where they swung and struck the tattered canopy.

» Posted By Bella On 11.13.2013 @ 3:59 am


We didn’t know how many bombs had dropped by now, we didn’t care.
The sound of our footfalls became lost, the surrounding gunfire and brilliant explosions muted every sound of life this city once had.
I could only hear my breathing as we ran towards the Eastern sun.
It was all we knew, all that remained familar in the midst of the tatters and wreckage.
The tatters and wreckage that had once been our home.
All we had now was the East.

» Posted By Bella On 11.05.2013 @ 3:32 am


The boxes I’m confined to have no space for you
The way words roll off your tongue like rapid fire make my mind turn in the most uncomfortable way
Trapped in my space
We do not welcome outsiders.

» Posted By Bella On 08.22.2013 @ 7:58 pm


Distress hits me like a mac truck. It overwhelms me; consumes my day, week, summer. I can’t get away from it. Will i be successful next year or will I fall flat on my face. Will I be accepted or ostracized. I am distressed.

» Posted By Bella On 08.11.2013 @ 4:16 pm


ready steady …. go!
steady as she goes, steady as she gooooees
steady spaghetti

» Posted By bella On 06.30.2013 @ 11:49 am


it is far greater of an existence to be with than without, a bond beyond who you are as one, can make something so strong. a friendship beyond being a friend, never just another person. always in the soul, and the heart.

» Posted By Bella On 06.02.2013 @ 3:24 pm

it is far greater of an existence to be with than without, a bond beyond who you are as one, can make something so strong. a friendship beyond being a friend, never just another person. always in the soul, and the heart.

» Posted By Bella On 06.02.2013 @ 3:24 pm


placed…..P L A C E D 6 letters making up one word….2 vowels 4 consanants….make up 1 word….placed…to be put in a certain spot…..

» Posted By Bella On 01.03.2013 @ 3:49 pm


how much money, things, or stuff you want to shove in other peoples faces because you like to have more of something than anyone else wants because that’s how you impress other people and it shows that you like several things and idklol

» Posted By Bella On 01.02.2013 @ 2:38 pm


when i was five i believed in fairies. when i was five i believed in astronauts. when i was five i didn’t believe in war, and i didn’t believe in death, and i didn’t know any better, and i didn’t care. i was happier when i was five. i was healthier when i was five. it was lovely.

» Posted By Bella On 12.17.2012 @ 5:48 pm


on the roof there sat a small black cat, waiting for passing birds to alight on a nearby telephone wire. waiting to pounce, waiting to fall.

» Posted By bella On 12.06.2012 @ 4:36 pm


I wish to be more like this word. It brings up images of white walls with elegant drawings pinned against it, leaving holes indented. It brings up a world of white and great and blue and imagery.

» Posted By Bella On 12.05.2012 @ 5:06 pm

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