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You visit me
In my dreams
In my nightmares
Wake up crying
Wake up screaming
Leave me alone
Why must you visit
» Posted By Rachel On 01.21.2013 @ 11:49 am
I’ve applied for lots of things. I’ve applied for universities, though it seems now adays everyone applies for universities. I’ve applied for more jobs than universities. I think that’s true for everyone now a days, too. It’s all in the perseverance. You have to apply yourself (see what I did there).
» Posted By Rachel On 01.20.2013 @ 12:56 pm
it resonates through me,
it is what calls my name.
tells me to make it,
to the ones with deaf ears.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.18.2013 @ 9:27 pm
clean the house but do not hide. do not hide the secrets in the corners, instead sweep them into piles to be poked at and prodded until they are known to all. sweep away.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.16.2013 @ 4:54 pm
I already got the word size, but I realize now that all size is relative. It doesn’t matter if you are a size small or XXL.. that is only in comparison to something larger or smaller, than what, you? Be who you are don’t let size dictate.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.15.2013 @ 10:10 pm
finding my way, which way to turn. climbing mountains and see for miles around where are those places where could i go if i keep walking i’ll be somewhere new will i be new?
» Posted By Rachel On 01.13.2013 @ 4:23 am
We must figure out a better way to hide our scars. We must map our hearts to find the source of love. We must reveal ourselves in every word we say. We are the golden gates.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.07.2013 @ 12:46 pm
I made a reference to a bad pop song the other day. I hated myself for it. Why would I make a reference to a pop song that I don’t even like? Society is controlling me. I am conforming. Is this a good thing? I’m conforming a lot already, like in my looks and in my style. I wonder if I’m supposed to keep going with “reference” or just stray off.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.06.2013 @ 11:16 am
The experience of my first sexual encounter was horrific, but an experience to say the least, I hadn’t even spoken to the boy before hand, (not out of sluttyness but out of shyness… the sluttyness came later).
» Posted By Rachel On 01.05.2013 @ 6:16 pm
i do believe in the lord sometimes, but the church is just so strict that it’s hard to have my own thoughts about god, not really letting me believe in him for myself. i like the idea of the lord watching over me and making sure everything is going to be okay, but it’s hard when nothing goes right ever. and it makes me kind of sad. i don’t know.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.04.2013 @ 3:39 pm
Am I too sensitive
when you tell me
that I am not as important
that my problems are insignificant
that my qualms are petty
because I was born a different gender than your son
I am your daughter
Am I too sensitive
» Posted By Rachel On 12.31.2012 @ 11:58 am
“Nobody’s ever going to adopt us,” said Toby quietly. He had curled up in the corner of his bunk, sinking into the shadows.
“Yes they will,” Charlotte answered enthusiastically, her braids bouncing as she scampered towards the window and stood on her tiptoes to peer out at the drizzly gray world below. “I’m sure of it”
» Posted By Rachel On 12.30.2012 @ 7:48 pm
sure. i’m here. it’s not where i’m supposed to be but I’m here nonetheless. you said you’d be here too. but you’re not. it’s like a black box you said you’d conquer, but then when the lights came on you never showed up. it’s like a thunder clap that you created and said you’d get rid of and shower me with safety and then you never came to clean up the pools of water around my wet cold feet.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.30.2012 @ 11:39 am
The MP officers were all really attractive, like my husband for example. Actually, my husband was the only attractive MP, because I only look at him. Well, actually I look at his butt too :)
» Posted By Rachel On 12.29.2012 @ 9:14 pm
her hair was on fire, flowing and bellowing around her, the mass of curls like the flames, running around her perfectly transparent face, flames fell messily down onto her pale forehead,
» Posted By Rachel On 12.26.2012 @ 8:55 am
Like leaves we scatter across the land, blown apart and brought back together by the winds.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.21.2012 @ 4:25 pm
i have five senses. but a sixth one would be nice. sometimes i wish i could read your mind, see you for who you truly are and feel the depths of your soul. that would be a great sixth sense. i could know who you are deeply, truly, wholly as yourself, not anyone else. no lies, just truth. you are my sixth sense.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.17.2012 @ 11:25 pm
In the wake of an endless silence, here is the feeling again.
The morning, the mist, the moon.
A silent sun sinks her fingers into the horizon, and for a moment the coating of frost on fingers feels thinner than I had dreamed. Inside my chest, a foreign heartbeat stirs.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.15.2012 @ 3:32 pm
food in a pan, possibly chicken soup with those bits in it, that my mum sieved out when i was younger because i was ill. I really wanted those bits as they are the best. they remind of me of this boy from my childminder who i think my sister liked!
» Posted By rachel On 12.15.2012 @ 2:59 pm
I was determined to get all of my homework in before the next Monday or Tuesday.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.13.2012 @ 8:16 am
If I learned your methods, would I know better, walking through my own life, would my eyes be opened?
To greatness? To difference? To the incredible dullness of my own experience?
Oh, I cannot even fathom what it would be like to be you. I cannot imagine your methods, or the reason time will soon make me leave you.
All too soon.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.09.2012 @ 6:44 pm
My birth-month. Summer. Peace. Bike rides and running every day, only because I feel like it and want to hear my feet pound the pavement, feel my heart beat out of control. Swimming across the lake because I can. A book a day. Time to myself. Time that ran out all too fast.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.07.2012 @ 7:26 pm
I was standing on the roof, and since it’s December we get ice, as I walked past trying to fix the hole in the roof. No surprise I fell from the roof and into the hole that I was fixing. Ironic isn’t it? Someone told me ”Go break a leg” and it happened.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.07.2012 @ 8:00 am
Over my head. Now.
They promise me, unanimously, that the golden days are ending, and soon their will be bills to pay and questions to invent my own answers to.
But I do not feel golden.
All I feel is lost.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.06.2012 @ 7:39 pm
When you go from the valley to the mountains you go higher than you were when you where in the valley.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.05.2012 @ 8:57 am
There’s nowhere to go but up.
There’s nowhere to reach for but steadily upward.
And sometimes I fear that despite this reality I still find a way to spiral down and down and down and down.
There’s nowhere to go but up.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.04.2012 @ 7:19 pm
The skyline swept higher than anything that she had ever seen. Unlike the small, humble houses of her village, these buildings crowded into the sky like jagged teeth. They cut into the clouds and disappeared. What need could there be for so much space going into the sky?
» Posted By Rachel On 12.04.2012 @ 11:32 am
There has never been a both for me, and I find that when my best friend speaks of the nights when she walks with the one she loves, long and lonely walks that mean everything and weigh nothing, I cannot sympathize. I don’t know the weightlessness of both.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.03.2012 @ 4:01 pm
this is the purpose of my being. it is small and large at the same time. it rejects my ideas sometimes but also contains them. it is part of my desire and also something i must lose in order to accept value.
» Posted By rachel On 12.03.2012 @ 2:51 am
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Objects, memories scattered across the floor. Any where you look, unwelcome tears wait to greet.
» Posted By Rachel On 12.02.2012 @ 7:18 pm