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There were three levels in the castle. The first was below ground, the second looked out onto the courtyard, and the third looked to the sea. That is where she spent her time, looking past the tracery and leaden panes, out at the wild grey sea beyond. The outlines of ships bobbed on white waves, waving to her with cream-colored sails.

» Posted By Colleen On 04.15.2014 @ 3:32 am


they started rebuilding the house six months after the hurricane. i walked through, trying to collect my sodden belongings. my clothes and books and papers were molded beyond repair. i left with pockets full of paper clips and rubber bands. they were all that remained.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.11.2013 @ 2:44 pm


Timid is a word that makes me feel sad. It’s a personality trait that I am very familiar with, and one that has had the potential to limit my success personally and professionally. Fortunately, as I grow older and wiser, I have been able to develop skills necessary to counter this undesirable trait.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.10.2013 @ 11:30 am


it difficult to distinguish the moment when one emotion goes to another. i thought i loved one boy. but there was a pull to another. i thought i loved one boy. and then i began to resent him. but i’d loved him for two years. but i hated being around him. i don’t know if the hate morphed when the other love began. it’s too complex to define.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.08.2013 @ 8:01 pm


he didn’t intrigue me when i first saw him. i chalked him up to another stupid college freshman boy. he was drunk. he’d been long boarding and had ripped both his shorts and boxers. which he showed us. it was a spectacular first impression. at four in the morning i didnt care. but six months later, i loved four a.m’s with him.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.05.2013 @ 9:02 am


Mary Lou Betson tipped her face low, the brim of her sky blue hat covering the top of her face, making her a mystery to all the men in the crowd. She was a looker, with her classic Southern charms and straw blonde hair that barely grazed her shoulder blades. She bit her pink lip before l

» Posted By Colleen On 07.30.2013 @ 4:50 pm


plastered. plaster of paris. strips from Michael’s. Vaseline smeared shine across the silky chubby cheeks of children eager to undergo the experiment. Willing to put their face in my hands, to plaster and smooth. water in a bowl, dip the white gauze mummy strips.

» Posted By Colleen On 07.26.2013 @ 11:58 pm


As I got ready for my date, I thought about Joey. I loved how he buttoned his shirt, the way he ignored everyone else, and how I had worn a DRESS just for this date. “I love him.” I said to myself. “I really do.” Lucy came trotting in. “Hey girlie! You like my dress, pupppy?”

I grabbed my purse, and headed out.

» Posted By Colleen On 04.28.2013 @ 10:20 am


she claims that he cheated. I hear it all the time – as a junior high teacher, it seems that everyone is constantly cheating in come way or another and, no matter what I threaten, it never seems to stop. Looking, gawking, peeping, straightout copying – the ways are endless. I hate c

» Posted By Colleen On 02.06.2013 @ 11:23 am


I don’t know anything about the new shows on television. I spend entirely too much time trying to make it on Broadway. My dance teacher says I don’t have what it takes, but I’ll show her. It’s not like she;s on the Great White Way either.

» Posted By Colleen On 12.27.2012 @ 8:07 pm


Sometimes, I feel like I’m living life with a film over me. Sometimes, I feel like I’m really close to breaking through my film, and living life the way I dream of it. These moments are what I live for. But I haven’t broken the film yet. I can’t seem to. I wonder if, perhaps, no one ever really breaks through it. Some people are just closer than others. Or maybe that’s what a miracle is. When you can break through your film, and leave all your troubles behind. Live life the way it’s portrayed. You can’t wait for your miracle, no. Miracles aren’t handed out to those who wait patiently. Miracles are achieved by those who strive. Those who wish nothing more than to break through the film and be HAPPY. The far away world of happiness and miracles, is only a step away. Sometime’s it just feels like your feet are glued to the ground, and that footstep is a millennium away.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.03.2012 @ 9:40 pm


I’ll mind my manners
and you’ll mind yours
we’ll ooze classiness
out our pores..

» Posted By colleen On 08.09.2012 @ 6:54 pm


heres the thing about instructions. no one really understands. they give. but no one takes. it’s quite analogous with life if you think about it. there’s just no way of knowing. no way to do things right. who’s to judge? who makes the instructions? why are there such things?

» Posted By Colleen On 07.21.2012 @ 11:03 pm


david hasslehoff. what a stupid tv show baywatch was. I guess if I had a body like that i wouldnt mind running in slow motion on the beach. I wonder what pam andersen is going to look like when shes 80. and Kid Rock? Come on…you can do better than that. Its gross. He’s from michigan. I think that michigan is dirty, which is probably because its where they make cars.

» Posted By colleen On 05.31.2012 @ 8:41 pm


I think that being a reporter would be an exceptionally exciting career. Given the opportunity it is something I think I would have enjoyed pursuing as a career. Reporters seem to have adventuresome spirits, enjoy travel, enjoy meeting people and overall live very exciting lives!

» Posted By colleen On 05.30.2012 @ 8:14 pm


the architecture of this building is so old, like the withering body of a grandmother. The skin bends off the walls, the bones crumble, this place is so old.

» Posted By Colleen On 05.29.2012 @ 7:55 pm


Something I wish I could do without effort. Alas, I have to join programs, change my natural way of inoperable thinking, and give up on moral quests long thought important to transform into a person I never thought I wanted to be. Transformers.

» Posted By Colleen On 05.27.2012 @ 7:37 pm


Hurt. Betrayed, poisonous. Forever broken. Bitterness. Alone. Hurting, annoyance, dismay. Hatred, burdened. Ridden with fear.

» Posted By Colleen On 04.11.2012 @ 5:33 pm


It was a rainy, cold day. The sun was hiding behind the clouds, and the children were depressed and discontent with their lot in life. The drops plopped to the ground ever so slowly.

» Posted By Colleen On 03.30.2012 @ 1:33 pm


there was a lot of residue on the floor today. It wasnt like any other day. where as only yesterday the residue was blue and now it is a sunset orange colors. times are changing and so must the colors. It is a shame that it had to come and go do fast. So long blue residue.

» Posted By colleen On 03.23.2012 @ 10:35 pm


everything given up for you and I don’t know why but I would throw my heart under a bus into a puddle and let it bleed if you could understand what I feel and I’d starve for you and give everything of myself to see you happy if only you could sense every

» Posted By Colleen On 10.29.2011 @ 10:24 pm


Stacks of paper everywhere. The room held a genius. No one else could possibly navigate through the towers of papers, but he knew exactly where everything was. He had a whole stack of papers dedicated to notes about his dreams.

» Posted By Colleen On 10.10.2011 @ 5:50 pm


He was so strong, hard, never bending, a man of iron, or so it seemed – but a heart of marshmallow, so easily dented, mashed, burned. I should have stayed – didn’t know it at the time — he’s moved on, so have I.

» Posted By Colleen On 10.10.2011 @ 4:10 am


Nothing more then you can see or not see. In the background of all the pictures but never pointed out. Brown and dull, unloved with too many equals. Liked sometimes, ignored the rest. Let’s just pretend you don’t exist.

» Posted By Colleen On 09.15.2011 @ 10:26 pm


poison is a disturbance in the body. poison makes someone not themselves. poison is the opposite of being a vegan. When I think of chemicals that are supposed to be “clean” and “healthy”, I think they are poison. If ingested, they will kill you. They irritate your skin. They are bad to huff. Why do we use these products if they poison us? Because our society is poisoning themselves with obsessions about being healthy. Damn we’re dumb.

» Posted By Colleen On 08.21.2011 @ 6:08 pm


Oh, do you only get one word a day or something? I didn’t know that. Well, I missed the chance to help her. She came to me, and instead of just sheltering her from the pain, I demanded to know what was the matter when she didn’t have words to explain. I sent her away to face it on her own. I missed the chance to change my sister’s life, all because I didn’t want to play with her on the playground

» Posted By colleen On 08.20.2011 @ 5:24 am

I missed you, and i still do. I know it seems silly, but I just feel so guilty about saying i liked Grandma and Grandpa better; it was only because they gave me presents and you gave me dresses. I have always regretted saying this, even if was to myself, because I never gave you the appreciation you deserved.

» Posted By colleen On 08.20.2011 @ 5:19 am


it’s so loud and crisp to my ears. it tickles my ears when it roars. i’ve found that the thunder doesn’t seem to get louder or quieter, but instead it’s like it just rolls around in the sky. it’s absolutely amazing and wonderful to sit outside and listen to it while watch the lightning strike and the rain pour down.

» Posted By Colleen On 07.27.2011 @ 8:25 am

summer nights on a porch
the sound of a storm

» Posted By Colleen On 07.26.2011 @ 3:02 pm


so the other day it was about 4 in the morning and i was still up, as always, i decided i need to finish up my desposable camera, so i walked outside with a bubooshka on and took all these neat photos but cars passing by proabbly thought i was a burgaler. I hope the pictures turn out

» Posted By Colleen On 07.25.2011 @ 1:27 pm

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