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dense; there is plenty of things that can be dense, food can get dense when it gets moist.

» Posted By chantal On 08.14.2019 @ 12:45 pm


masters could mean as you go to school to get your masters degree, so you work lots in a room to get you masters in teaching or something.

» Posted By chantal On 08.12.2019 @ 3:52 pm


I walked down the street on a warm sunny day, the breeze was timid on my white skin.

» Posted By Chantal On 09.11.2013 @ 10:25 am


dark dank damp. trolls live in caves and bats and things from the dark. but caves can be treasure too. gold and silver hidden in chests in hidden caves. caves make me think of where sirius hid after escaping azkaban

» Posted By chantal On 02.23.2013 @ 4:40 pm


buying things, clothes, shoes, bags, lots of things, expences, no money left, technology, have i already sais shoes? Monopoly, money money, letters, its a word full of letter, sounds like pen

» Posted By Chantal On 11.10.2012 @ 12:58 pm


The art of sharing what you know to someone who doesn’t. Parents can teach, teacher can teach, friends can teach, and especially life. Life teaches like nobody else does. Teaching is something that I hope I do someday. Is one of the greatest things in life.

» Posted By Chantal On 11.07.2012 @ 11:55 am


under the sky I believe it was, well, truly it always is under the sky, I mean to say there was no roof between me and the heavens, and as I looked up I couldn’t help but believe that the heavens were speaking to me, or was it simply data at the end of a wire connected to my ears?

» Posted By Chantal On 09.08.2012 @ 4:53 pm


I lifted my arm and it blocked the sun, this was the only relief it offered me… The stretch along my side, was almost unbearable, but I could feel all the stress leaving my body this gesture this flex, was all that was keeping me sane, and then I transitioned into downwards dog, and re started the cleansing process…

» Posted By Chantal On 09.08.2012 @ 4:50 pm


It is a game where you play for hours on end until you win. You only have to beat yourself you what do you have to lose? The computer is your enemy. It decides what cards you are going to be dealt. It decides how many moves it is going to take until you line up all the cards in the right order. Solitaire is fun.

» Posted By Chantal On 11.17.2011 @ 7:49 pm


There was a constant downpour of rain that day. All I wanted was for it to stop so that I could go outside that day. The outside seemed to match the pain and darkness I was feeling indoors. The place of my escape turned into a mirror image of the pain that was in my heart. No sun, no life, just a downpour.

» Posted By Chantal On 11.05.2011 @ 10:18 am


So yeah i already wrote something but ill just say that parents use this too many times for something stupid. cats don’t get punishments but dogs do? What the hell man. Life is unfair but hey oh well. God shouldn’t really punish someone. They should learn themselves. punishment comes naturally to tell you the truth. those are called bad karma.

» Posted By Chantal On 08.14.2011 @ 6:22 pm


It was a magical day – though the day had gone somewhat awry, our characters had found themselves in interesting scenario after scenario. Some of these, it was amazing that they had survived…though, arriving in another galaxy was unplanned.

» Posted By Chantal On 06.17.2011 @ 4:54 pm


Have you ever wondered what it would be like not to wonder? It’s such a powerful thing to do. We wonder about the world around us and consider all of the possibilities. So much of what we are today wouldn’t exist without wonder. If someone hadn’t wondered about something.

» Posted By chantal On 03.09.2011 @ 8:39 pm


to have power over a person or a thing

» Posted By Chantal On 03.05.2011 @ 10:12 am


life is full of surprises correct to be alive and well being with yourself and others also to understand about life and it’s aliases beginings and ends not to mention the middle age of your life present to the end of suffering and begining to enjoye the pink cloud above your head that is ready to explode or implode about your dreams. This is a sinequanone behavior for success in your life.
i was, I am and I will be continuously living on the road of my life following my path beside others who are my roadmates along the path of this world turning around and around infinitely to no end. I live here and now to no end and following the road with speed without car or vehicles, any, but my heart. My heart is mine!

» Posted By Chantal On 12.13.2010 @ 12:09 am


She closed the door with her foot.

» Posted By Chantal On 11.27.2010 @ 3:41 pm


there is a large heap of green grocery bags
it looks as if someone has piled them all together
so methodically
maybe they did
it’s strange to ponder
i wouldn’t take the time, probably
but then again, i am spending more than a moment just gazing upon this
work of art
it astounds me
makes me thing
makes me wonder

» Posted By Chantal On 11.14.2010 @ 9:55 pm


the morning turned sour when i rolled over and noticed you were no longer beside me. how can such a radiant sunset turn into a bleak sunrise?

» Posted By Chantal On 08.25.2010 @ 11:26 am


there is only one and one and only one and there can be one only. i swear only one can be only o0ne and you cannot be that one because there will then be two but now there can only be one and one and only one and it’s not you, it’s the one who already exists who is my one and only and only one and only.

» Posted By chantal On 01.05.2009 @ 9:08 pm


To tie in a knot is such a bummer, it always flaps aroundd or becomes loose again. Sometimes it just flies off with its dots rivaling the skies clouds. The colors that they come in always shock and scare me. Why is that on your head, to keep the demons away? why on the neck to save you from illness? How odd the scarf. Maybe it is just to blow your nose in ….very scar stuff.

» Posted By Chantal On 07.18.2008 @ 8:34 am


Hidden are my intentions, hidden are my secrets and past, hidden from the world and leering eyes are my thoughts, private, vast and forever locked up in the hidden rooms of my mind.

» Posted By Chantal On 08.22.2008 @ 2:00 pm


Oh no! I cannot think of what to write because wildflowers are as generic as roses in writing.

» Posted By Chantal On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


The dog was thown into the wall. THe girl was able to catch him before he collided in the huge blue trash can that was underneath the large green maple tree.

She looked up and threw mustard up in the air .

» Posted By chantal On 09.04.2008 @ 1:17 pm


I wish I could play the piano. It has such a beautiful sound. It sounds like poetry; like suddenly any thought you have is beautiful and pure. Hatred and evil doesn’t exist in a piano’s words. Someday I will learn and I will express myself with its wonderful sounds.

» Posted By Chantal On 10.24.2009 @ 8:18 am

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