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The silver spoon. My only heirloom. The only memory of a distant, distant past. A past I don’t remember. A past I don’t want to remember.
» Posted By Greta On 05.02.2016 @ 3:17 pm
A pumpkin is big, a pumpkin is small. A pumpkin can be smooth or rough. Pumpkins can come in many forms, it can fit in your hand, or it can barely fit in your trunk. It can be as orange as the sunset, or as pale as the snow. But each and every pumpkin is used and picked up by someone, and like you, it is loved and adored-no matter its shape or size.
» Posted By Greta On 11.30.2015 @ 9:50 am
Will I be held accountable for all I’ve done? In the end, will i be forced to admit all the sins and savory acts I have partaken? What will be of me then, when I am standing in the spotlight, whispering to clouds, asking for forgiveness. Who will be looking at me? Who will I look up to see? Will it be a passing gesture of remembrance, or will I be asked to explain my horrendous actions, just for them to see the light dim from my eyes? Who is the judge in the end? Do we all create our own destiny after it all? If we never own up to our actions, does the blame fall upon another? Are we judged based on someone else’s incompetence to take fault? Does that mean that someone, somewhere, is carrying the denial I have, for ever loving you?
» Posted By Greta On 11.24.2015 @ 8:47 am
Camp out with me. Camp out in the dark. Camp outside of your comfort zone. Camp out under the stars, without worry of the rain clouds above. Camp out of what you’re used to. Camp out, and we will make love under the open void. Camp out and tell me all the wonders of your world. Camp out with me, and show me what it feels like to be alive. Camp out, and let us pitch a permanent tent in each other’s lives.
» Posted By Greta On 11.19.2015 @ 11:54 am
My mom orders me to do something, and I obey. But what is it with teenagers? They don’t want to be ordered around; they think they know it all. Why? What happens after you turn 13?
» Posted By Greta On 09.19.2015 @ 6:53 am
Younger people are often stronger, physically, than elder people. But elders are usually wiser. Younger people have the ability to think, discover, learn, create, and define. Elders already know the things young people do, usually.
» Posted By Greta On 09.18.2015 @ 1:15 pm
Younger is a beautiful word meaning “not old.” This word creates a beautiful picture in the mind of youth. The word childhood is often associated with the word younger.
» Posted By Greta On 09.18.2015 @ 10:21 am
you stayed for a year and promised me the world. i believed every word you whispered to me and i loved every minute of it. you were my light, my world. but when you left i realized i was nothing more to you than a stunt.
» Posted By Greta On 12.22.2014 @ 10:09 pm
beyond you there is a room. beyond that room there is a house. beyond that house there is a street. beyond that street there is a town and beyond that town there is a state. beyond the state there is a country, beyond that is a continent. beyond us there are the seas and that mountains and the stars. beyond us, a galaxy churns and lives and dies and grows. there is so much more beyond you and me.
» Posted By Greta On 12.17.2014 @ 8:26 pm
beyond the wall the garden flourishes and grows and we never see it but it i s there and those who have laid eyes upon it have said it is more beautiful than the gods in the sky or the sun on the shore. but i have seen the garden and beyond it is full of magnificent flowers and flourishes and embellishments more glorious than all the gold and treasures in the world. but tis it is not the most beautiful sight in the land, for i have seen true beauty and the beauty your eyes posses is truly the most beautiful sight. i have seen my lovers face and you my love, are the most beautiful sight in existence. more beautiful and grand than any bed of flowers or trees of gold or lands of stars. you are the trees and the flowers. you are the gods. you are the most beautiful sight of all.
» Posted By Greta On 12.17.2014 @ 7:42 pm
A branch is part of a tree. A lot of times there are twigs attached to it. Branches exist on almost all trees. Many animals live in branches, such as birds. You can attach swings to branches or cut them down for wood to build things. Children enjoy playing in them.
» Posted By Greta On 04.12.2013 @ 8:16 pm
Motorcyclists and their leather jackets. It’s supposed to be a protection against roadburn but now it’s become a title of how “bad ass” you are. Thanks Sons of Anarchy. Although I can’t say anything. I fucking fell for it too! Leather like bondage.
» Posted By Greta On 02.21.2013 @ 11:55 pm
under the tree hides a big dog, with unfinished buisness. he hasnt dreamed enough . but he is already old to live his life. Everybody need time and nobody uses it wisel
» Posted By greta On 11.27.2012 @ 6:29 pm
I was 6 months old when I entered my first pageant. My mom thought I looked pretty. She thought it made me beautiful. When I lost my hair to cancer and she cried about my pageant days, I cried that she didn’t see the beauty inside of me.
» Posted By Greta On 03.19.2012 @ 9:16 pm
I already did this word. It’s kind of annoying because i was so excited to get a new word and try this again. It’s been kind of helping me straighten out my thoughts. My journal will start to miss me.
» Posted By Greta On 12.14.2011 @ 9:31 pm
my body is his temple it has me in place i cant move i want to scream i cant its too hard im tired of dealing with him its all too much to handle i cant stand myself his body is anothers temple everyone elses and mine its not enough to share i want his for my own its just not enough
» Posted By Greta On 12.14.2011 @ 8:16 pm
an understanding of a statement in a different way that you understood it previosley. A change of heart of an idea or stetement. Realizing you were wrong.
» Posted By greta On 11.01.2011 @ 11:09 pm
We sailed down the river like our own avenue.
You held me tight as we swayed side to side.
You held my hand and jumped overboard with me.
I’ll never forget that day on our beautiful water avenue.
» Posted By Greta On 08.31.2011 @ 4:52 pm
We were so young when you first showed up.
We felt even younger when you left.
Torn apart by things out of our hands.
I missed you for so long.
Next time you leave, take me along.
» Posted By Greta On 08.19.2011 @ 7:32 pm
I can try to win your heart,
I could try to win your love.
But will I ever succeed?
You already hold my heart,
and you have all my love.
You know more success
than I have ever seen.
» Posted By Greta On 08.17.2011 @ 12:03 pm
Repeat everything you said,
so I can remember every word.
Repeat everything you did,
so I can cherish the memories.
Repeat all the songs we sang,
so I can sing them again.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
I loved you.
I love you.
I love you again.
» Posted By Greta On 08.16.2011 @ 6:03 pm
Sadness fills the room as slow pacing people walk to the stairs. Everything is silent.
» Posted By greta On 06.12.2011 @ 12:42 am
sunriese, up high. very tall high high high going up. majestic….. sushine. rise up this morning, smiled with the risign sun….. rise from the dead?
» Posted By greta On 06.10.2011 @ 5:32 pm
We all have plans. They are things we want to accomplish. We waste away our lives planning our future, setting goals and making plans to reach these goals. Plans in a sense rule our lives. They make up our daily thoughts and decisions. We often find ourselves asking, is this on track with my plan? We can’t live without them…but what if we tried to? What if we simply accepted fate for what it is and stopped trying to micromanage everything we encounter?
» Posted By Greta On 04.03.2011 @ 11:28 pm
His eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. I want to draw them so badly, those beautiful, soul-staring eyes. Oh, to trace their curves and drifts! Ecstacy.
» Posted By Greta On 03.19.2011 @ 6:47 pm
Him. Agh. That’s all I can think of. The way his blue, blue eyes stare into my soul. He barely knows I exist. Obsessed. That’s how I always get. When I fall, there’s no coming back.
» Posted By Greta On 03.12.2011 @ 7:24 pm
Bold. She walks down the halls and no pair of eyes diverges. She is tall, confident, beautiful. She is gold.
» Posted By Greta On 03.10.2011 @ 7:30 pm
Flitting about, you decide to land on my scarf. I brush you off. There’s something on my hand. No, not a thing.. PAIN. Why do you sting me so?
» Posted By Greta On 03.08.2011 @ 12:43 pm
Almost perfect. Never just perfect. Always trying, always failing. No comfort. Only corrections. Almost.
» Posted By Greta On 03.07.2011 @ 10:27 pm
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you’re like a needle in my brain. always pricking into my mind. always sewing new thoughts into my head with steel thread so I can’t get them out. can’t cut the stitches of the feelings that you’ve created in me.
» Posted By Greta On 02.11.2011 @ 5:33 pm