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i crumbled the breas so as to feed the baby bird that came to my window…it chirped smelling the bread it seemed to me…. and after the storm the sun rays made her feathers glisten…the cruncy bread crumble seemed to be a good enough treat for her…
» Posted By Anisha On 02.15.2017 @ 6:33 am
She was delirious. Threw all my shit around the apartment before I even had a chance to walk through the door and explain myself. I mean, I guess she wasn’t all that crazy — what I did may have been crazier. But that bitch needed to act like an adult, not like a child.
» Posted By Anisha On 11.15.2014 @ 7:44 am
i want a son. I don’t want a daughter. I want a tough boy who can play sports or play with dolls and be whoever the hell he watns to be. I don’t want a daughter. Daughters are weak. They cave and rape culture and lack of feminism in the world and the only reason why I wouldn’t want a son is so that I can raise a bad ass woman who knows her rights.
» Posted By anisha On 08.10.2013 @ 9:17 am
there she was standing in the dark. her long simple black hair tied in knot. her oval frames set upon her sharply cut nose. She just stood there waiting. under the light from the street lamp.
» Posted By anisha On 12.06.2012 @ 3:14 am
love is romantic. people are romantic. romance hurts but it is beautiful. romantic visions include clouds, rainy sunday afternoons, pools of jasmine flowers and open fields. you are my romance.
» Posted By Anisha On 10.01.2011 @ 9:53 am
Hectic lifestyles have one goal…to succeed. Succeed in style. Life is a collection of moments, big and little ones. And if you make each moment count, you are sure to make a mark as you succeed.
» Posted By anisha On 08.18.2011 @ 12:33 am
one song many people sing together. it sounds beautiful as long as the people aren’t tone deaf. what else am i supposed to write? this is dumb. :| and b
» Posted By Anisha On 04.30.2011 @ 6:41 am
i am not overjoyed
he is, because hes gone
i sit here by my computer, refreshing my facebook page
refreshing his facebook page
i miss him
its like hes on vacation, and he’ll be back
except he never will.
» Posted By Anisha On 08.26.2010 @ 7:43 pm
The gentle breeze passed through my hair in the park and I noticed him sitting on the bench…reading. He loves books, I know. He has a certain glow on his face…but then then he looked up, his eyes searching for me
» Posted By Anisha On 10.29.2008 @ 7:38 pm
nice kind its good to be gentle and caring and considerate and making everyone like u and its fragile
» Posted By Anisha On 10.28.2008 @ 10:29 pm
roots of who we are
where are your roots?
what if i have no roots?
what does that leave me?
i could be a nobody
a nobody with no roots.
» Posted By anisha On 03.15.2010 @ 12:29 pm
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You can’t run with them. They cut things in half such as credit cards and broken hearts. They are really hard to use when you’re left handed and it’s silly. They can be really sharp or dull, they come in all different sizes and can match people personalities. I like different kinds of craft scissors because they make things interesting when you’re scrap booking and making things for people. They make life easier and more difficult.
» Posted By Anisha On 10.29.2009 @ 11:33 pm