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Success is something great to achieve. It is everyone’s goal in life to become successful. Whether they are going to school to earn a degree to have a successful job or if they have accomplished all the goals they set out to achieve in life. The definition of success is different for everyone.

» Posted By Christina On 04.04.2011 @ 4:59 pm


i love making plans they’re so exciting, they make me happy because I know I’ll be having fun! Fun fun fun it’s the definition of plans, until it takes a beating on your brain and you’re an indecisive pain! Keep them happy keep them fun because until now they’re not so much but a pun

» Posted By Christina On 04.04.2011 @ 10:30 am


executive leadership–power, authority; influence. I want to have an influence, to make a difference with the short amount of time I have. I want to be somebody’s something, everything that I can possibly be for my God–I want to find and use every bit of potential and passion that is bottled up inside of me, ready to burst in celebration like champagne on New Year’s or after a big game. I want to know what influence without power feels like, at least power for myself alone. I want to make a difference but not for myself or the rush of authority and control, but for the plan He has for the world, which is so much bigger and better than one I could ever hope to dream of.

» Posted By christina On 03.30.2011 @ 4:47 am


world. us. the earth. we’ve entered into a realm of wires and cables, click now, upload this now, text me, call me, now now now. no time to wait, to contemplate. stare into this plasma screen tv and ill tell you EVERYTHING YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW in this world.

» Posted By christina On 03.28.2011 @ 5:08 pm


noise, big group, excitement, happiness, fans, applause, joy,

» Posted By Christina On 03.28.2011 @ 9:29 am


towers fall down and my life falls apart. Schedules fill and so does my mind. Daily. Constantly. I have come to learn that chaos is structure in its own, beautiful sense. Like a symphony that doesn’t quite hit that right note, I go about my life “put together” but am secretly hanging on by a thread and dreaming of trading my heels in for a worn pair of sneakers–and I love every minute of it. Secretly.

» Posted By christina On 03.25.2011 @ 4:53 pm

towers fall down and my life falls apart. Schedules fill and so does my mind. Daily. Constantly. I have come to learn that chaos is structure in its own, beautiful sense. Like a symphony that doesn’t quite hit that right note, I go about my life “put together” but am secretly hanging on by a thread and dreaming of trading my heels in for a worn pair of sneakers–and I love every minute of it. Secretly.

» Posted By christina On 03.25.2011 @ 4:24 pm


i wander threw a world wehere i have no idea where i am going like a little adventure. like a fish threw water. i am a person in a crowd just wandering.

» Posted By Christina On 03.14.2011 @ 9:32 pm


Wands; who needs ’em.

» Posted By Christina On 03.13.2011 @ 11:18 pm


i like to think that i am obsessed with certain thing but you must be careful that an obsession doesnt become a worshiping. i believe and live God so i find when people become to obsessed over something they can be practicing the worship of a false god. obsession are contagious.

» Posted By Christina On 03.12.2011 @ 11:41 am


I love you.

No frills. That’s all.

I love you.

» Posted By Christina On 03.10.2011 @ 1:59 pm


I wondered aloud “Why do I smell?”
Some one answered me.
She said “Because you have a nose.”

I was then enlightened.

» Posted By Christina On 03.09.2011 @ 5:14 pm


Bee. I entered a picture of a bee on a flower for fine arts! And made it! Yay! But now I don’t know what else to take a picture of! Hmm. Oh well! This is for God and not me, so it doesn’t matter if I make it or not! :D

» Posted By Christina On 03.09.2011 @ 8:17 am

If I were a bee I would go from flower to flower enjoying each sensation it offers. Painted black and yellow many see me as scary but I promise I will cause no harm if you try to bring me to a place where their is happiness. No hitting or swatting, those scare me and my stinger my sting, but I promise I don’t mean to be hurtful

» Posted By Christina On 03.08.2011 @ 10:43 pm


i have to clean this old house and i`ll start by seeping in the kitchen. this house is a mess, but i`ll make it look really nice, because i`m good at it.

» Posted By Christina On 03.06.2011 @ 12:43 pm


Basic is a thing that means plane. You just go with plane material and write nothing. It’s doing something without thinking about it.

» Posted By Christina On 03.02.2011 @ 7:29 am


stamp upon

» Posted By Christina On 02.26.2011 @ 2:24 am


plug outlet. or someone has an outlet for their emotions. i often feel like an outlet for my emotions is music. music can change my mood instantly. it’s the outlet for all feelings, both negative and positive. i love to just let myself go and use music as my outlet to be free. right now…i sure as hell need an outlet for my emotions or i may explode. holy shit.

» Posted By Christina On 02.21.2011 @ 5:27 pm


I sat and thought and came up with nothing. My endless quest for innovation was slowly turning me mad. I had to create something new or I would be forever a failure.

» Posted By Christina On 02.18.2011 @ 8:37 pm


Red, gray, and black. My favorite wool sweater sits in my closet taunting me. “I”m not fashionable, but I am comfortable. Please wear me to your math test. I’ll provide you with all the answers.” “You Lie.” I say to it, slipping it off the hanger, “But I love you anyway.”

» Posted By Christina On 02.16.2011 @ 4:03 pm


Solar flares?
I knew it couldn’t be but I saw it there raining down from the sky- flaming pieces of the star we rely on to give us light and life raining down death upon us.

» Posted By Christina On 02.16.2011 @ 12:27 pm

If there was no one with flare, what would be the point of waking up? Boring people, in their drab, dark clothes everyday-totally turns me off. I’d have no reason to watch through your windows every night. Stay classy, you stylish lady, you.

» Posted By Christina On 02.16.2011 @ 5:18 am


Delicious, warm, mint. I watch my love pace the room as the hot drink slides down my throat. My stomach, and my heart do no share the same mood right now. A contrast of feelings. Like white chocolate, and dark placed into the same truffle.

» Posted By Christina On 02.15.2011 @ 7:33 pm


I picked up the microphone, the sweat of my palms making it sticky. IT was pink, covered in rhinestones. Other colors were on it too, but Mostly pink. It contrasted with my shiny black tank dress. The curtains rose, and I held the Microphone up, gazing into the screaming crowd.

» Posted By Christina On 02.13.2011 @ 8:42 pm


i was in my room so pissed off. He was yelling at her because she wouldn’t let him yell at me. He charged out of the room full with fury to hit me yell at me, god knows what he wanted to accomplish. she got in his way right outside my bedroom door and i swear to god i saw murder in someones eyes for the first time in my life, it was then that I experienced pure rage for the first time in my life and the words hid as I opened my mouth to scream.

» Posted By Christina On 02.12.2011 @ 4:30 pm


Needle in a haystack. This isn’t like yesterday’s word–revolt–but this one has a much finer point, so to speak. Needle is something you use to knit, or to sew, whichever activity at which you are more proficient. That doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, a needle is also the word used to designate a syringe, that is, that which is used to administer a medication of a sort directly into the bloodstream. I am terrified of needles, yet I have four tattoos and several piercings. Somehow, tattoo needles are not nearly are terrifying as the needles of syringes. I would get sixty tattoos before I would seat myself to receive a medical injection. The idea that one must receive an injection to have a cavity filled, for example, terrifies me enough that I make certain to take care of my teeth–that, and oral hygiene is important, and important to me. I am way off topic.

» Posted By Christina On 02.11.2011 @ 9:50 pm


Are you afraid? What exactly are you afraid of? Fear of failure? Fear of success? Some say that fear is the primary motivation in life; others say that ego or self preservation are what really drives a person’s actions. I’m not sure which it is, but sometimes things have to get done.

» Posted By Christina On 02.10.2011 @ 9:12 am

i think i’m being cowardly. i refuse to allow myself the things i want. or perhaps i am shying away, not giving into temptations that i know better. i am too responsible for my own good, and i am both grateful for that but also scorn it at the same time. i dont want to be a coward. i want to live every moment and embrace all my choices, good or bad.

» Posted By christina On 02.09.2011 @ 6:12 pm


I smelled the sweet fragrance drifting along the treetops on that breezy afternoon. Her hair was a mix between flowers and sweat, and had me completely captivated. If I had a thought in my head, it was gone. I was completely enveloped, and at her mercy completely.

» Posted By Christina On 02.09.2011 @ 12:58 am

It was a putrid fragrance. One that infiltrated deep into the very heart of your senses. It painted pictures in your mind that simply scared the hell out of you, or brought you to your happy place.

» Posted By Christina On 02.08.2011 @ 11:24 am

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