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A sultry whisper cuts through the thick tension of the room with its velvety edges. He wraps himself around those words and embraces the warmth they provide, a warmth so much more vibrant than that of the fire beside them.
» Posted By Christina On 12.10.2011 @ 5:49 pm
Because I’m invisible anyways.
There is no point in standing straight when no one gives a damn anyways.
» Posted By Christina On 12.01.2011 @ 8:21 pm
i would love to go anywhere. if i could, i would probably go to italy or to a remote island somewhere. i would blog about the cultures, the food, the people. i would spend my days meditating and learning about all the wonders life has to offer.
» Posted By christina On 11.30.2011 @ 2:51 pm
I should be studying right now, yet instead I’m here. I did not study at all. I am probably going to be screwed.
» Posted By Christina On 11.22.2011 @ 3:48 pm
I hate studying, it’s necessary for my future but is so boring and stresses me out all the time. Without it my life will go no where but it is the worst thing I have ever had to do. I have never hated anything more.
» Posted By Christina On 11.22.2011 @ 3:25 pm
Is the opposite of right. I’m not left handed. I don’t like the word left. It leaves no hope.
you aren’t thinking about leaving. You aren’t debating.
You have already
» Posted By Christina On 11.15.2011 @ 9:30 pm
Fall and leaves. Orange and bright. Rakes, leaf piles and cold weather.
» Posted By christina On 11.07.2011 @ 8:50 pm
Auburn leaves trickle to the ground like water droplets. The chilly, almost wintery wind stings my cheeks. Lunging for a leaf, I nearly fall. Making a wish is the only thing on my mind.
» Posted By Christina On 11.07.2011 @ 7:20 pm
when i think about the word alarmist, i think of clocks, and numbers and time. We don’t really give enough thought into our every day time. Time is a good quality in life, without it, things would be too short, or too long. I appreciate all the time i can get.
» Posted By christina On 11.06.2011 @ 2:12 pm
i just wrote about this but…
passion for something is the cure for anything.
» Posted By Christina On 10.31.2011 @ 7:08 pm
the world has lost the majority of it’s passion, as they do not know the meaning of the word any longer. i propose a return to intimacy, who’s with me?
» Posted By Christina On 10.31.2011 @ 7:04 pm
Whenever I don’t speak
Just follow you with my eyes
And make sure my fingers don’t stretch out
Whenever I hold back tears
And don’t kiss you farewell
I wonder who’s sacrificing more:
I, who love you so
Or you, who can’t sacrifice his pride
To say “I love you”
Just one time.
» Posted By Christina On 10.29.2011 @ 6:08 pm
I was sitting in a room with a thick grey carpet, upon the walls there were large oil paintings with beautiful renessaince settings illuminated w/ golden spotlights and surrounded by deep dark mohogany wood.
» Posted By Christina On 10.06.2011 @ 7:41 pm
i was warned by the vision in my mind o what i saw on that blank saturday afternoon. I couldn’t speak, hear or think of what made me ponder the severance between our souls. I was parched and thirsty for your love, but I walked with a vengeance away from the situation as if I were told to leave our memories in the past one too many times before. How can we make this better, I wondered?
» Posted By Christina On 10.05.2011 @ 11:06 pm
I never saw a word…. edge.. oh I found it. Edge. It’s what im on . Emotionally unstable, financially… ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Rock station. ran out of things to write.
» Posted By Christina On 10.02.2011 @ 6:32 pm
braiding hair, little girls, fashion,beaches,free,wind against your face, innocence.
» Posted By christina On 10.02.2011 @ 10:00 am
A braid is a twisted pattern. You could simply do it with hair, ribbons, string, yarn, anything that are in long strands. You simply make a pattern of the item (whatever it is, whether it be string, hair or what not) and you divide it into 3 sections, and simply cross them over one by one in the same pattern over and over again to result in a long piece of the material in a crossed “braided” pattern.
» Posted By Christina On 10.01.2011 @ 8:25 pm
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» Posted By Christina On 09.30.2011 @ 1:56 pm
everyone is preoccupied these days.concerned about jobs and payments and meeting deadlines.no one has time to sit and just be.
» Posted By christina On 09.25.2011 @ 7:43 am
a port could be a portal. where one enter or where one leaves. leaves where? enters where? who knows. it’s just the port(al). adventures? maybe.
» Posted By Christina On 09.22.2011 @ 1:36 pm
The couch was so incredible soft I was amazing. Almost inspiring in its comfort I as the tired person I am fell to a peacefulness sleep. My mother encountered me in my sleep and woke me to tell me that my father had passed.
» Posted By Christina On 09.21.2011 @ 8:11 pm
accountants are everywhere in this city, keeping accounts, accounting for people’s finances, keeping track of spending, tax and the like. I see them on the street and I think, could I ever do that for a living? The answer is most definitely no
» Posted By christina On 09.14.2011 @ 10:30 pm
I was in an Obama rally in 2008. My mom and I even organized one together. We were working all day and I remember being hungry, but it was OK because Obama came backstage and thanked all of us. He really appreciated all our work, that’s why even though I’m tired I’m going to help him get reelected.
» Posted By christina On 09.13.2011 @ 11:54 am
An insect on the windshield can be a difficult thing to comprehend; Do I squash it fast with my palm? I don’t want the reminder of its life once lived impressed upon me, but I can’t just leave it there to haunt me from its hiding place somewhere in the back of my car…
» Posted By christina On 09.06.2011 @ 7:03 pm
crawling across my shoe
make me want to spew
what to do
boo hoo hoo!
» Posted By christina On 09.06.2011 @ 4:15 pm
in and around my ear
yet oddly beautiful
how is it that ugly is beauty?
Where does it go
» Posted By christina On 09.06.2011 @ 4:10 pm
Time, luck, thrill, chance–
all the deciders of our fate?
What about one greater than luck
the perfecter of skills
The creator and keeper
of all talents
great and small,
known and secret?
To bloom is intended,
to wither is needed,
» Posted By christina On 08.29.2011 @ 6:34 am
I often wonder what it would be like to live as I am now–but on the ocean floor. To swim out my front door and feel seaweed and bits of coral slide between my toes–only to be suddenly swept up by a school of shining angel fish eager to kiss me and bring me someplace new.
» Posted By christina On 08.20.2011 @ 6:56 pm
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I often dream about what it would be like to live as I am now–only at the bottom of the ocean. What would it be like to swim out my front door and feel seaweed and coral slide between my toes, and then to be suddenly swept up by a school of shining blue angel fish eager to kiss me and bring me someplace new?
» Posted By christina On 08.20.2011 @ 6:52 pm