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There are two choices in an elevator. We can either go up or we can go down. Much the same as life itself.
» Posted By Amara On 12.31.2013 @ 6:08 am
My soul is bleeding. Crying out for you. I need you now and i dont know why. I dont know why my body yearns for you. Wants you. Needs you. Your my sugar coated salt-encrusted addiction that I just can’t shake.
» Posted By Amara On 02.26.2013 @ 5:19 pm
I am done.
But there it is
That last drop
Lingering on the edge of yes and no
Of the beginning and the end
Of wrong and right
It is the remainder
Its name is power
» Posted By Amara On 11.10.2012 @ 9:19 pm
I couldn’t breathe as I stared into those ocean blue eyes. You know not of the destruction that you have caused, yet you know of all of the destruction in the world. No body cares more than you, yet you are the most likely to hurt the ones you love. You strand them without an inhaler, almost as if to make them slowly suffer.
» Posted By Amara On 09.14.2012 @ 7:48 am
My family. Don’t do this, don’t say this. That is what they do. And yet, someone has it worse than I do. Someone has is so badly that they pray each and every day for it to get better. For that, I am thankful. I am thankful that my life isn’t as dysfunctional as it could be. And I am disappointed that this world would have the option of making it the possibly worse and for making people’s lives terrible.
» Posted By Amara On 09.13.2012 @ 11:05 am
My family. Don’t do this, don’t say this. That is what they do. And yet, someone has it worse than I do. Someone has is so badly that they pray each and every day for it to get better. For that, I am thankful. I am thankful that my life isn’t as dysfunctional as it could be.
» Posted By Amara On 09.13.2012 @ 11:01 am
I think that it is a teensy eensy bit ironic that this is the day after nine eleven. A bit insensitive too. I was only in kindergarten when this happened. Two days before my birthday. It changed my life forever, but I don’t remember how. I don’t remember my childhood. I wish that I did.
» Posted By Amara On 09.12.2012 @ 6:27 am
The binding on that book had thinned down to nearly nothing. She had opened and closed and opened and closed and opened and closed it’s pages more than time itself. Yet somehow, no matter how many times she opened and closed that book, nothing changed. Only the creases on her skin became more deep and her eyes reflected sadness a little more each day. Her mouth became dry and her bones began to ache as if they were crying. I suppose that they cried for her now, now that all of them had been soaked into the tear stained pages of that book. It was all that she had of her life. She closed the book one last time. Then went to sleep and dreamed of everything and nothing.
» Posted By Amara On 09.11.2012 @ 11:09 am
The only thing that I could see what the stillness of her eyes. The calm resolution that nothing was every going to occur in the depths of those pupils again. She was gone from me forever. Her face no long able to be lighted up by emotion and purpose. I miss her. I’ll never see anything but the stillness of death as long as I live.
» Posted By Amara On 09.07.2012 @ 8:01 am
Whether I love you or not, you will have changed no matter what has happened. That’s what happens, we take from each other. We learn from each other. And sometimes, we don’t ever notice when we do. Sometimes, it just becomes us.
» Posted By Amara On 09.06.2012 @ 6:20 am
A word that means something completely different then weather. I’m not really sure what this means. Brainfart to the max. I think it lists that there is more than one option.
» Posted By Amara On 09.06.2012 @ 6:17 am
Something that happens when least expected. A spark of happiness in the blackness of despair. Nothing is comparable.
» Posted By Amara On 09.04.2012 @ 10:54 am
one day, long ago
the girl you knew ceased to be
the shy, the small, the unsure
she spoke, she grew and she was sure
she found herself
» Posted By amara On 09.10.2009 @ 11:53 am
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thinking about him ties my stomach in a knot, i hate that he has that power over me, a year later and i still feel like he has power over me, if i could only let him know
» Posted By amara On 09.09.2009 @ 2:20 pm