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related

everything is in everything else
related to one another
we are all the same
different parts
varied sides
aspects of the same whole
we are whole when we’re together

» Posted By Anny On 12.06.2018 @ 5:46 pm

half

half my life has been about others and half about myself at least I think that’s the way. now i don’t know which way to go. but will let the path choose me, rather than me choose it. that way it might be about both, me and others.

» Posted By anny On 08.23.2012 @ 12:47 am

icing

Icing is the end of life, not the cherry on top.

» Posted By anny On 07.23.2012 @ 10:09 am

backspace

take a step back, darling
you’re too close for comfort
burning me with your closeness

leaves so dry
fire blows in one direction

world aflame

» Posted By Anny On 05.17.2012 @ 2:46 pm

fixed

fixed in one place
why do i feel so much motion around me if i feel so stagnant and frozen
fixed like a formaldehyde corpse, limbs forever stiff, heart unmoving.

» Posted By Anny On 03.21.2012 @ 7:59 pm

edge

it’s nice to give yourself a little bit of edge when you are getting a new haircut. a trim with spikey stand up bangs are the best. kind of like that movie, there’s something about mary. that is a little bit edgy. i like cameron diaz, she’s nice.

» Posted By anny On 10.02.2011 @ 4:40 pm

lightning

powerfull i se it in the rain. its beautifull. light. yellow. hehe dangerous? i think it makes the world sparkle. its quite extraordinary i like how its pretty but gentile and magicful. its very strong though too. it can kill alot of things. it starts fires in the woods. i like lightning(: aand i like when it rais and u see lightning in a pretty landscape.<3 its lovely. i loveeeeee lightning. but i like rain too. and when its sunny(: lightning is awesomesauce.

» Posted By anny On 07.25.2011 @ 12:31 pm

juice

The juice was being poured out of the glass onto the floor. “What are you doing?” I screamed, but he continued to pour it out. “Stop it!” and I knocked the glass out of his hand, seeing the glass shattering on the floor. One shard flew by me, but I could care less, as I saw his nonchalant face. “Are you in your right mind?” I whispered, which finally caught his attention. “I don’t care anymore…” and he went right out of the room, not caring to look back.

» Posted By Anny On 11.25.2010 @ 3:12 am

flakes

The snow flakers were falling down one by one. And what did the boy do? He stuck out his tongue, hestitant about it. He felt the burning cold sensation on his tongue, and just like that, it disappeared. The boy looked around him, marveling at the wonder of these snowflakes, and when he had the chance to see them up close on his woolen red mitten, he realized that they had such intricate, beautiful geometric shapes. How could I capture these in a photo? Was there no way to capture these beautiful flakes forever? Could it only be that iI could only see these beautiful things every winter? He did not think so, that God would not have created such beautiful flakes for nothing.

» Posted By Anny On 11.22.2010 @ 10:31 pm

habit

It was a habit of hers, to look at him as soon as she walked into her English room. There he was, doodling on a piece of scrap paper with his pencil. What was he drawing? She wanted to go over and loop her arms around his torso. He looked like she could hug him all day long and he wouldn’t mind.

» Posted By Anny On 11.22.2010 @ 2:10 am

killed

The rabbit had been killed in a car accident. But it was not only the rabbit who lost his life that day. A man and a woman were also injured and killed, but they were not to be found. The police saw blood splattered on the scene, too much for a single rabbit’s body. Where were these two? They were never found, only a piece of fabric, seeming to be torn from the dress, and a unlit cigar were found. This leads us no where, no clues, nothing. All we know is that a rabbit’s life was lost that day, never to be retreived.

» Posted By Anny On 11.18.2010 @ 9:49 pm

duck

The duck was waddling across the grass to the lake. Behind it there was a line of cute, cuddly ducklings waddling behind the mother. Well, it seemed like a mother anyways. The mother got into the lake, but the ducklings stayed behind. They all crowded onto the side of the lake, gazing at their mother, making small noises. Their beaks were all open and calling to their mother. I’m like that… I thought, and I gazed longingly at the mother who came back.

» Posted By Anny On 11.18.2010 @ 2:07 am

cowboy

The cowboy stooped down to pick up his hat. The wind blew across the plain, the green grass seeming to tilt to one side. He looked around and spotted the lost mare. He quickly ran towards the horse, afraid that it would start running again. They didn’t have all day. The bandits were soon to come, as nightfall was approaching. It whinneyed, but allowed itself to be lead back to the herd. He patted its back and got a hold of the reign. “Good Girl,” he said.

» Posted By Anny On 11.17.2010 @ 1:36 am

ivy

The ivy was growing all over the place. It was a beautiful sight. I stood in the middle of the path to the old house, and the sun slanted across, casting green shadows beneath the ivy on the house. It seemed like green lights and yellow lights were dancing all around me. I sighed, breathing in the fresh air and the memories.

» Posted By Anny On 11.16.2010 @ 2:08 am

junkyard

This place was no better than a junkyard. It was littered with banana peels that threatened to make you slip and fall on your face, there were dirty clothes everywhere, and dust gathered on surfaces. You brushed your hand across the knob of the door to turn it open and you’ll find dust on your fingers. That was how he had lived up till now. It didn’t matter, he was an orphan, with no one to care for him. Who cared how he lived? Of course, if he ever wanted a girlfriend, he might start to care.

» Posted By Anny On 11.14.2010 @ 9:26 pm

market

The market was bustling with people. The vendors were all full with people crowding each other to get the best prices. You could smell the sweat and the different odors of all the people in the air. With sweet perfume from the scented ladies, to the revolting odor of blood from the butchers. This was where you lived, it was truly the one place in this small town full with life.

» Posted By Anny On 11.13.2010 @ 10:15 pm

materials

The materials given to me were all I had in my possession. It was a knife, a shard of glass, and a tent. How long could I survive with these? I trembled in the dark, scared of the possible dangers outside this cave. I did not plan to go out any time soon. But then again, my only other choice was to sit here and die.

» Posted By Anny On 11.12.2010 @ 5:58 pm

helping

My family were always helping me. No matter whether this had also hurt them as well, they would always be willing to support and to help me. My family is my safe harbor, and I know that no matter what I do, and no matter how serious or grave the problem is, they will always be willing to help me, to lend out a helping hand. Why? Because that’s what family is for.

» Posted By Anny On 11.11.2010 @ 6:53 am

average

She was an average kid, with an average house and average family. They were not rich, nor poor. Her parents were neither mean, nor indulging. Her dog was neither big nor small. She was the typical average kid, and she did not feel the urge to break the humdrum of her daily life. Why would she? When she knew so many others who had it worse than her.

» Posted By Anny On 11.09.2010 @ 9:14 pm

lousy

He was a lousy man, living off of another’s food and house. He did not work, and he did not feel the need to. He had everything he had in his sister’s house, why go find work where he would have to sit at a desk as lousy as himself? He would not give up this kind of life for that kind of office life again. He had experienced too much corruption in those offices, and he would not risk the purity of his soul for another experience like that.

» Posted By Anny On 11.08.2010 @ 6:09 pm

reader

I am a reader, a fan of the words that make up our world. I read an average of five books per week, and if this is not called a fan of books, I don’t know what is. I love reading, because it takes me to another place, it puts me in another’s shoes, and it allows me to feel many different varying emotions. I have always loved feeling the power that the words had over me, and at the same time, wishing that I could create such words that would toy with the readers.

» Posted By Anny On 11.08.2010 @ 1:47 am

radar

The radar detected something in the vicinity. It was approaching their warehouse, and at an abnormally fast rate. It looked like it was not pausing, and yet, it was headed for us. What was its aim? We tried to evacuate everyone here, but it had failed. Everyone’s lives had been lost, for the faulty mistake that the leader had made. Or was it a mistake? We will never be sure…

» Posted By Anny On 11.06.2010 @ 11:41 pm

kit

It came with a kit, a box encrusted with diamonds? No that was impossible, it must have been crystals. It was heavy, and as she opened it and peered inside, she saw a kit of books and a brush. It was lined with velvet, and it was soft to the touch. The book looked ancient, and seemed fragile. What was this?

» Posted By Anny On 11.05.2010 @ 12:09 am

feud

There had been a feud between the two. It was not of the daily occuring feud, but rather the one where they either lost or won. It had been intense, and petrifying to watch. The hatred in their eyes, the set tensing of the jaws terrified the hearts of all whom saw.

» Posted By Anny On 11.03.2010 @ 10:37 pm

elixir

The King tried to find an elixir, to live for a long time. It proved to be unsuccessful, but with no heir, he could not afford to give up. His country could have a Queen be King for the first time, it was not allowed. He tried to find it, searched in every nook and cranny of the caves, but these ventures proved to be unsuccessful.

» Posted By Anny On 11.02.2010 @ 6:45 pm

stage

Life is a stage, it’s just that simple. You get stage fright everytime you try something new, and you get frightened and apprehensive when you’re in the spotlight doing a solo. You look back at yourself and you often get amazed at how confident you had become. There is always an audience, someone watching your moves. And you’re a performer, and so whatever you do, affects not only you but other people around you as well. You get more friends as your popularity on stage increases, and you try so hard to please. You may often have to pretend to be someone else, but it’s ok, you’re on stage, that’s what you do best. Because you know that deep inside yourself, your true identity is still not lost, and if given the chance, will shine. Remember, life’s merely a stage! Enjoy and revel in the applause!

» Posted By Anny On 11.01.2010 @ 10:39 pm

fangs

The white wolf pup came up and licked her fingers.
“Where did you come from?” She tentatively asked the pup, afraid she’d scare him away.
He howled and looked up at her with his big eyes, his big eyes reflecting the moon and the midnight blue.
“I’ll get you some more milk.”
She went back in and came out with a bowl.
He lapped at the milk, creating ripples on the surface of the milk.
She stared with loving eyes, he was just so adorable.

» Posted By Anny On 10.31.2010 @ 8:52 pm

adventure

Loving someone is an adventure. A risk that everyone takes once in their lifetime. They risk their pride and emotions, fearing that they disappoint their loved one, fearing that they hurt their loved one. One risks their pride because they have to apologize first, because they have to admit that sometimes their loved ones are correct. It’s an adventure that we all take, because in life, we need some to remind us of our purpose for life.

» Posted By Anny On 10.30.2010 @ 8:32 pm

missed

She missed him. The man she had always yearned for, the man who was the one. Of course “The one” was vague, and she had always fretted about not finding him. No worries, she found him, but she had just missed the last freight of train heading towards the city he was headed for. She sat down, and cried her heart out, with fear that she would never see him again.

» Posted By Anny On 10.29.2010 @ 1:49 am

serene

The lake was serene. The moon was reflected on the surface, but it was broken by the swan’s glide across the lake. It was a peaceful night, and it gave one a serene feeling of belonging and yet mysteriousness. The forest was on the side, displaying it’s might and size, and it gave people a feeling of wildness and ambition. What was this magical place? It was… only a figment of imagination but it was definetely dream-worthy.

» Posted By Anny On 10.27.2010 @ 12:13 am

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