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Liberty is something worth fighting for – isnt’ that what this country was built upon? Isn’t that our ideal?
Today’s society manages to break my heart all the time with all the atrocities that happen even within the boundaries of these 50 states. I hate being disillusioned, but this liberty…. How long will it last us, really? How long will we be able to hold on?
» Posted By Mia On 01.19.2012 @ 10:14 pm
I walked down the staircase. I was wearing the most beautiful lilac prom gown that our tiny budget could afford. In the the foyer I spot my father, who has already greeted my handsome date. I couldn’t believe this night had actually come. I’ve dreamt about prom my whole life, and now it is finally here.
» Posted By mia On 12.11.2011 @ 7:06 pm
falling petals shower my heart with love and gratitude
» Posted By mia On 11.29.2011 @ 6:31 pm
Stunning. What other word would I use to describe you? You amaze me all the time, you disprove all of my assumptions, all of my generalizations. You… wow. There isn’t anything else to say, really. You constantly surprise me, and I just don’t know what to say to you sometimes. And that’s a good thing, because… I’m not sure. Because you’re just that stunning.
» Posted By Mia On 11.24.2011 @ 1:20 am
Rules. Why can’t I just break them all?
Who says we have to live this far from each other? Who says you have to go to school down there? Who says I have to go to schools up here?
All these rules, rules of conduct, of the world in general. I hate them. I hate that they keep me from you, I hate that there are so many things in the day that I have to get done, I hate having to abide by these rules.
Where is my rule? My rule that you can’t be far from me?
» Posted By Mia On 11.21.2011 @ 2:37 am
I walk around the bend of the hidden staircase leading up to the small tower. It’s the only place where there is a full view of the town next to us, Dethingstone-Valture, full of beautiful landscape, trees, flowers, houses, people rumbling in the streets nearby; if only I could escape to that place.
» Posted By mia On 10.20.2011 @ 8:06 am
mutual. mutual friendship. mutual love. mutual. is anything mutual… seems like something on the same unattainable level as altruism… Is anything ever mutual?
» Posted By Mia On 10.18.2011 @ 11:25 pm
He sat on the couch like a potato. No, it was more like a squash, rigid and unmoving and a little yellow too. He watched the static screen of the television, frozen, because his cable providers were pricks and didn’t seem to care whether he could watch Oprah re-runs at three in the morning. It was unfair.
» Posted By Mia On 09.21.2011 @ 8:04 pm
I see the monkey bars in the playground ahead of me. Instantly my mind flashes back to when i was a toddler, walking across the busy street with my mom. i can see my house, with the big shutters and windows, across the street. i see the other kids and their parents, laughter everywhere, joy is filled in the air, and as the memory fades, I look around and see my mom, walking with my younger sister, swinging on those same monkey bars, smiling.
» Posted By mia On 09.09.2011 @ 8:53 am
Peering through the mist of anxiety. I am sick, nervous to the core.
And excited. God, so excited. Just to watch this movie beside you.
Thrilled that you hugged me before you left, even if I initiated it.
Just trying to see through the nerves. To you. And maybe me?
» Posted By Mia On 08.29.2011 @ 10:20 pm
I feel it. The crashing waves and that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I step up. The microphone is waiting. I address the audience, crack a joke, nervous laughter. The waves lap at my feet as I begin. I close my eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath.
“When the presence of a mic presses tight against lips pressed tight against it…”
» Posted By Mia On 08.22.2011 @ 11:05 pm
The way you poison me. You mean so well, want to see me so happy. But it kills me. The grasping, pulling at the fraying edges of my calm when you almost touch the small of my back, tell me so seriously that I am stunning.
It kills me.
» Posted By Mia On 08.21.2011 @ 12:38 pm
If I live in you and you live in me, we go with each other. Not just one toting the other around, but both bringing each other places.
How I think and feel is there, lying beside you. And I nestle beside yours.
You bring me to your place and I bring you to mine.
» Posted By Mia On 08.20.2011 @ 8:02 pm
I move with you. You move with me.
There’s something odd and predatory in us because of this. I push against you; you press me back. And we love it. I love it, at least. I love the pushing, the pressing and the pulling.
I love moving with you. Over you. Under me.
» Posted By Mia On 08.20.2011 @ 7:40 pm
The bright antlers above the crown, frosted with baby fur and the soft curved nose, slightly damp at its tip. Alone in the forest, deserted by its kind, doomed to wander a fruitless life of munching, walking, bounding. Running from people with guns and the hunters who come and kill for fun.
» Posted By Mia On 08.18.2011 @ 8:13 pm
i need to succeed. whatever it takes, within my moral code of ethics at least. many people will never know what it feels like, many don’t even care to have the opportunity. But me, i will succeed.
» Posted By Mia On 08.18.2011 @ 1:31 am
I couldn’t see anything nothing was near it was like the world had somehow abandoned me. But I kept going through the dreary snow and rain. More things started to become as I kept going but yet nothing was close enough to touch.
» Posted By Mia On 08.13.2011 @ 6:30 pm
Elastic stretches and stretches and stretches. Like I do. But it has a breaking point, right? I must have one too. I don’t know.
Haha lately I’ve just been spreading myself really thinly on everything everyone I have to cater to. And I don’t know how long I can keep it up. I only come to oneword to somehow let it all out, anyway.
» Posted By Mia On 08.10.2011 @ 11:55 am
a level to me means some sort of video game. Something that you have to accomplish in order to continue on. I also think of buildings and how there are many different types of levels that have gone into creating that one building. I also think of art, and how there are different levels/ layers of paint.
» Posted By Mia On 08.04.2011 @ 1:04 am
The wings expanded with grace and she soars above the tree line. She swooped and twirled and forgot about everything beneath her. But the past is one thing that you can’t just fly away from.
» Posted By Mia On 07.31.2011 @ 6:30 pm
Lightning hit me the moment I saw his face.
It was like I’d been blind before this moment. It was like finally my eyes had been opened. It was the most amazing moment of my life so far, and probably for the first time I knew. I knew what it was like to be in love. To be irrevocably someone’s in your heart.
» Posted By Mia On 07.26.2011 @ 10:54 am
a mega phone im not really sure what it is but by the sound of its name its probably pretty interesting a phone that is MEGA!………..AM I SUPOSED TO RIGHT MORE?NO…..I WILL NOT….SO…TOOO BAD FOR YOOUU!
» Posted By MIA On 07.19.2011 @ 2:09 pm
Trophy’s are cool I like trophys i dont know they make you feel special, once you get a trophy it’s like nothing else, it makes you feel like you are actually appreciated,and that a trophy is a reward for not being forced in talent, but for being yourself. i wish i had a trophy, self confidence. It’d make me feel good.
If i had trophy’s i would feel like a bigger person. A trophy is something worth cherishing because it reminds you of what you did that actually could have changed someones life. Trophy trophy trophy, okay yeah.
» Posted By mia On 07.18.2011 @ 2:39 pm
mean what? why im mean? how? no. really, im not mean. im just, blunt. I dont mean to hurt you, so if i did im sorry.
» Posted By Mia On 07.10.2011 @ 11:13 pm
Everyone doubted her honesty as she looked the judge in the eye. It wasn’t as if she could say that she was responsible for her crime but th room went silent as she spoke one word. “Guilty.” nobody spoke, not even the judge.
» Posted By Mia On 06.30.2011 @ 8:12 pm
Once, I had them: them being “morals”, or guidelines to a “good life”. Now I believe that I have “assumed morals”, ones crafted by peers or societal expectations, but never truly my own.
» Posted By Mia On 06.26.2011 @ 6:25 pm
My first date with her was the best date I had ever had. I couldn’t predict what she would say next. She had a twinkle in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. She could either be plotting a way to humiliate me, or she could just be teasing. I really didn’t know.
That’s just how Lily Evans was- red haired, green eyed Lily Evans.
» Posted By mia On 06.21.2011 @ 4:47 am
a warm hug in a cold winter day, under the sheets, with the one of all.
» Posted By mia On 06.13.2011 @ 5:31 pm
His plaid shirt fluttering in the wind. I remember he used to always wear a plaid short-sleeved button up over whatever t-shirt he was wearing that day. And his shorts and airwalk shoes. Always the same style of outfit, day in day out.
I miss knowing him that well, but I guess even best friends must say good bye.
» Posted By Mia On 06.05.2011 @ 7:15 pm
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remeber the years that go by. the word remeber is a more elegent word than recall to my opiniun.remeber each preshish memory as if it were the last to ever come.
» Posted By mia On 05.30.2011 @ 4:38 pm