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I don’t know what this word means but I think maybe it has to do with like a quilt. So like coming together as one and being unified? So like unification and being “stitched” together. All different pieces and people come together as one. I’m not totally sure though.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 04.09.2018 @ 9:43 am
Split it open
Chug it down
A bullet or liquid
My throat has been found
Screaming the burn
Killing my night
A cock might be choked
My hands on the ground
» Posted By Brooklyn On 08.22.2017 @ 5:47 pm
Lead me. Take me by the hand and show me how best to live rightly. What does it mean to be human? How do I best be?
» Posted By brooklyn On 02.09.2017 @ 12:41 pm
when anyone cries its sad. it can either be happy tears of sad. people cry because of sadness happiness anger and more emotions they feel. caused by them self or others.
» Posted By brooklyn On 09.01.2016 @ 9:52 am
» Posted By brooklyn On 08.29.2016 @ 10:12 am
I was standing there trying to compute what was going on. I had walked into a room in tears because of what had happened but a few minuets ago. I couldn’t beilve what u saw before me was real
» Posted By Brooklyn On 10.10.2015 @ 5:23 pm
He stared at me wildly as he gave the lecture. That soothing yet sensual voice filled my ears. He bit his lip as we made eye contact. We both knew it was wrong, but nothing could keep me from this intense feeling of aphrodisia. He was my instructor, and not even this God forsaken institutions could keep us apart.
» Posted By brooklyn On 10.17.2013 @ 7:33 pm
the source of life. so many rely. Monsanto. destruction. e coli. corn. foundation collapse. from the dawn of time. origins. yeast. living breathing organisms.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 03.30.2013 @ 9:58 am
i think yeast is an interesting compond. what is it? it’s alive like us. a living organism. growing…. alive. and we ingest it without hesitation.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 03.30.2013 @ 9:52 am
the truth is honestly I could give up, I could not move on, but I know I can. Deep inside is that I am very strong much stronger than I even believe I may be, that no matter what I will make and make it out there in the world.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 03.19.2013 @ 12:30 am
I’m so sorry for being myself, I can’t help it. I’ve tried continuously to become something better for you and I fear myself while doing so. I live for you, I live to make you happy. I hope that one day I can look back and thank you for everything, I just hope you’ll be beside me when I do. I love you.
» Posted By brooklyn On 01.25.2013 @ 7:41 pm
I received three sweaters today. Receiving something is just getting something. Somebody gives you something, when you take it you are receiving it. Receive. Feel the word in your bloooodddddd. Ya dig? Yeah. You dig. Dig your grave so that your body can be received into it.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 11.20.2012 @ 3:18 pm
She fawned over the baby deer as if it were her own child. It’s tawny brown eyes had captured her the moment her own had found them. I mean, how on earth could you say no to big brown eyes like this one has?
» Posted By Brooklyn On 09.30.2012 @ 8:32 am
Afraid is lack of courage.
Afraid is not trusting in yourself.
Its the dependance on others to do what you yourself believe you can’t do.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 09.23.2012 @ 3:03 pm
A railroad is something that carries a train, to far off destinations. Who knows where the train is going, nobody but the driver really knows the answer to that. Or maybe the man who’s about to hijack the train knows, he definitely knows where this train is headed.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 07.04.2012 @ 3:01 am
roses are red
violets are blue
i don’t want to be separated from you
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.03.2012 @ 9:01 am
to split, in two, apart, to take away from each other, and that’s what i think it means.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.02.2012 @ 8:22 am
it sounds like it means like a tree almost or it seems to be like a hallowed boat or even like a hallowed dog i think that’s what it means to me. i guess never heard of it before.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.01.2012 @ 8:57 am
I live in the most beautiful place on earth. Moab, Utah. most people haven’t heard of it–only the awesome people have. Orange desert, blue skies, yellow flowers and white clouds, what more can you ask for? Only that it be 100 degrees year-round, that’s what….
» Posted By Brooklyn On 12.29.2011 @ 12:01 am
again, please follow the entries, blindness, i’m just read it, it’s from jose saramago, i was worried abaut beautiful moments and awful moments, i love my life, love living in my house, with my parents and brothers, i can’t be different
» Posted By Brooklyn On 11.22.2011 @ 7:40 pm
I need to improve my skills, because I’m learning English, I wich write better and better everyday.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 11.22.2011 @ 7:37 pm
I’m not very good at braiding my hair. I’ve tried and tried but, for some reason I’m just a little off each time, and braids aren’t something to be a little off on. HA. Maybe someday I’ll be much better but why are you timing me? why is there a finish line?
» Posted By brooklyn On 10.01.2011 @ 11:32 pm
preschool up until the fifth grade, what kind of backpack i had was a HUGE deal. i had to have the coolest one, with the coolest characters or designs. and my lunchbox absolutely had to match. i was a nerd.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 06.02.2011 @ 6:02 am
i have a montage of pictures from my childhood up until now all over the walls of my bedroom.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 06.01.2011 @ 5:13 am
i cherish my memories more than anything else i have. they help me remember where i came from and what changes i’ve made to become the person i am.
i remember the tire swing i used to have and pretend i was a superhero with my brother.
i remember wanting more than anything to grow up to be the purple ninja turtle.
i remember getting my two front teeth knocked out at the same time by our tire swing.
i remember when i was more like a little boy than i was a girl.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.31.2011 @ 5:34 am
he carried his half-empty, silver canteen with him as he trudged down the dirt path. he knew that when his water was gone, he’d have nothing left. he was most likely to dehydrate and die. but he kept his head up and continued on like there was nothing that he should be holding him back.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.27.2011 @ 5:08 am
she waited patiently on the blue park bench for absolutely nothing. next to that blue bench was a bright yellow telephone booth that caught her attention. it was probably the last one left in town.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.25.2011 @ 5:12 am
store bought pretzels.
pretzels and ranch dip.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.23.2011 @ 5:09 am
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.20.2011 @ 5:11 am
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the biggest characteristic that sticks out to me on a witch, is her mole. a witch isn’t complete without a big, nasty mole on her nose, cheek, or chin.
» Posted By Brooklyn On 05.19.2011 @ 5:14 am