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“Oh my,” I shook my head in disbelief, ” I could not possibly buy this thing off of you!”
“Madam, please. I am selling you my most prize possession in the world.”
“My heart.”

» Posted By Dianna On 11.24.2013 @ 2:21 pm


Ze pakte me zachtjes vast bij mijn hand en trok me richting het kraampje waar de citroenlimonade werd verkocht. ‘‘Ik trakteer. Het is zo warm, je kan vast wel een koud glas gebruiken.’’ Ze kocht twee bekertjes, ieder vijftig cent, en gaf mij er eentje. Zo was onze vriendschap begonnen: de vriendschap die overging op liefde toen we daar oud genoeg voor waren. En zo stonden we er nu dus ook voor: Emma en ik.

» Posted By Dianna On 11.03.2013 @ 4:12 am


i flipped. i flipped at the thought of it. how could he do this to me? weve been married 12 years, together for longer. high school sweethearts, together even when we were miles apart for college. how could he do this to me? how in the world could he knowingly take my heart for all these years and crush it in under a minute?

» Posted By Dianna On 08.16.2013 @ 10:46 am


Pageants are fun. Pageants usually require a talent. When you are in a pageant you will crowns. They usually give the winner money.

» Posted By Dianna On 03.19.2012 @ 11:51 am


Spring colors blue yellow pink. Fresh air and smiles. Cool breeze and well done hair and nails. Play and laughter in the sunshine.

» Posted By Dianna On 03.17.2012 @ 10:58 am


i think about a gang having a gun war. a drive-by maybe. it also makes me think of that singer never shout never for some reason. shootout. yeah, i see guns again.

» Posted By Dianna On 09.17.2011 @ 11:12 pm


rubber band, holding hair, important to nearly every girl. Not everything snaps back the same way. If only emotions and feelings worked the way a hair tie did. Pulls hair if wrapped to tightly. Cheerleading competitions. Rubber, bendy, stretchy, breakable. Round, multi colored.

» Posted By Dianna On 08.10.2011 @ 4:30 pm


iron is what you do to your hair, make it straight sexy and simple. Also iron your clothes, or i suppose iron is what keeps people behind bars. It is something that makes people beautiful and also something that encloses humans, traps them

» Posted By dianna On 04.23.2011 @ 4:46 pm


dropped. eggs. people. quickly let go. disappear from your life. dropped. simply simply gone. until they land somewhere else. they land and maybe, from then on, they won’t be dropped.

» Posted By Dianna On 01.28.2011 @ 11:38 am


this is the place where you put your butt. It’s usually rectangular in shape and often supplied with a cushion where your butt meet it. there are many different types of this from cushioned to hard wood to stone.

» Posted By Dianna On 10.17.2010 @ 6:42 pm


I wanted to dance. I wanted something simple. I wanted something good. You gave me the waltz. I didn’t know how to waltz, but you taught me. I now know how to waltz, and I love it.

» Posted By Dianna On 06.20.2010 @ 6:08 pm


missing something. a lot of people can identify with this word. so many people feel they are missing something, or they don’t have enough of something.

» Posted By dianna On 05.13.2010 @ 6:35 pm


The girl sat quietly, not sure what to do about her hair. She was scared, embarrassed. Not sure of what others would say. It was so obvious, wasn’t it? Yet wasn’t it also obvious that she was afflicted? Afflicted with this painful, painful disease.

» Posted By Dianna On 04.11.2010 @ 7:55 pm


well there is a a book called beloved, I mean, I didn’t write it or anything. But I would enjoy reading it. beloved? are you? I don’t know but blahblahblahblah. I love writing exercises sometimes. What does it mean to be “beloved?” are you beloved? I’ll keep asking the same question. I dont know what else to say! fuck!

» Posted By dianna On 03.28.2009 @ 7:07 am


somber…sad, serious, as if at a funeral, missing someone or having a serious thought, deep in thought of something extremely personal.

» Posted By dianna On 07.17.2008 @ 7:17 am

somber…sad, serious, as if at a funeral, missing someone or having a serious thought, deep in thought of something extremely personal.

» Posted By dianna On 07.17.2008 @ 7:17 am


winter….long neck scarves, fuzzy, keeping bundled….also…to scarf something down as if in total hunger like my dog Jax! :)

» Posted By dianna On 07.18.2008 @ 6:28 am


she jumped off the roof once more, twice, again and again, and each time promised him she would never ever do it again. and oneday she decided not to. so she didn’t, and she’s only just realizing how important such a decision was, is, how precious breath can be.

» Posted By dianna On 04.19.2009 @ 3:30 pm


Arms out stretched, her head tilted back, she pretended to be an airplane. With glee, she spun around in a circle, until the dizyness over took her and she came crashing to the ground.

It was a joyous revelation, this relived moment of childhood, when memory came slipping back.

» Posted By Dianna On 10.09.2008 @ 1:21 pm


jack and jill went up the hill. i guess that’s how his crown broke. why do hills have to be so god damn high? and steep? don’t they know that people like me have to walk up them? with heavy backpacks? and heavy jackets? oh man i see the hill, everytime i look out my window i see it. so damn high.

» Posted By dianna On 10.07.2008 @ 3:01 pm


The evidence was shocking. There was no doubt in any of our minds what had happened. We all thought Susan was such a sweet girl, but there was always that twinge of something that just didn’t feel quite right. She had played us alright, she had played us all like a fiddle.

» Posted By dianna On 09.29.2008 @ 11:22 am


my feathered friends. they are gross. reminds me of pigeons. disgusting poop stained sidewalks. squawking in your face. or were you talking about feathered bangs? in which case, gross. reminds me of the 80’s, legwarmers and jazzercise.

» Posted By dianna On 09.27.2008 @ 11:42 pm


union. together. how can we be? we are sooooo so different. i try very hard but but but, the compassion and patience is exhausting, it makes me want to cry. your ocd makes you say meen things, and want to die, but then you hold me and its all better. warm, big hangs.

» Posted By DiAnna On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


high up sky tall above ballon looking down bigger taller float light air cloud birds stars moon sun space gallaxy

» Posted By Dianna On 04.20.2008 @ 2:31 am


i never thought i’d survive this. of all the challenges i’ve faced, of all the things i’ve overcome, this would be what would break me. i picked my chin up off the ground and started walking to the open doorway. hey, it’s now or never.

» Posted By dianna On 10.05.2009 @ 11:45 am


i hate scissor because they cut things and sometimes they cut flesh when you do not want them to. this can be troublesome in many cases.

» Posted By dianna On 10.29.2009 @ 8:51 pm

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