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Thoughts. People. Ideas. Love. Lifestyles. IT keeps us unique. Abstract meanings.

» Posted By Halee On 11.13.2011 @ 11:23 pm


It’s form, movement, a lifestyle. Some draw with it while others tap dance or make a woman vanish right before your glancing eyes. They can easily slip into a jello like form and dream in a bubble only they know as theirs. Their surroundings are vivid and full of life; no matter what’s there. When they touch they feel with their eyes. Their soul. Their mind. Speaking of minds, their is always going. Never on and yet slightly off? It’s possible. But when it comes down to it, their unreliable, in a good sense. They’re artists. Actors. Poets. Chefs. Artistry is them. And that’s just fine.

» Posted By Halee On 10.27.2011 @ 12:14 am


once upon a time in a magical land, a woman was wasling down the road. she stopped, noticing something odd. it was some odd form of seatery that she had never seen before. a man walking by also stopped. he asked her”what’s that?” i dont know” relied she. they looked at the name plate. BENCH was written in bold font.

» Posted By Halee On 02.23.2011 @ 3:12 pm


Deep knee in thick, nightmare;she thinks. Mud, muck her brain and thought process is consumed with. Her tears are now long gone, yet the rips and holes in her heart will remain forver, intact to her wounded pride. Never, did she ever think that rock bottom was this far away from reality. Drowning in the dark is what was happening, as this infuriating “mud” filled her up.

» Posted By Halee On 07.04.2010 @ 11:01 pm


Nina ducked under the yello caution tape as she analyzed the disaster that had occured in a young man jumping from the highest building in her town. There was something familiar in his bloody face…no, it couldn’t be.
“My…my lover?” She sputtered. Nina had noticed a change in David’s mood and attitude, but she didn’t know it had escalated this far. She stroked his matted hair.
She felt the faintest flitter of eyelash on her arm as David’d eyes embraced the living world.

» Posted By Halee On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


I’m here. There’s endless possibilities. I can expolre my mind, the world, and everyone else with a click of a button. It’s a virtual house. And my thoughts are tragically real and they are escalating beyond my beliefs.

» Posted By Halee On 11.12.2009 @ 8:47 pm


He looks back at all of his medals and all those pictures that bring back memories of tragic, life threatening, trying times, out in the blistering sun and frezzing in the dradful winter. What kept him at least partially sain, were his men. His brothers. His troops. Forever in his memory…..and for a lifetime in his heart, they will always be. Semper fi.

» Posted By Halee On 12.02.2009 @ 11:28 pm


labor is hard. understatement. we all labor, even if we don’t have a job. labor is but action that causes us pain-in time, in thought, in emotion, in body. we labor not by choice, yet sometimes we choose the pain of labor because life is better with it than without.

» Posted By halee On 03.11.2010 @ 5:26 pm


Triangles are going to be the death of me. I’m not going to pass my geometry class, and therefore not graduate high school if I can’t figure those weird stupid things out. I’ll live my life in seedy hotels pissing people off. No thanks to the triange.

» Posted By halee On 03.02.2010 @ 5:01 pm


My mom is such and idiot. My dad has a 4 week pass until he has to go to war in Iraq, and I can only see him if I am with my mom, and my mom got arrested yesterday. Sweet idea. Now I might not get to see my father for a year. This is not very poetic or meaningful but is SURE WAS A VENT!

» Posted By halee On 03.01.2010 @ 6:17 pm


That boy, he was as cute as a muffin I swear it. I know that they say that muffin’s are just ugly cupcakes, and maybe that’s true, but it only makes this boy even cuter. It’s the brown earthiness, the simplicity, the hidden delicacy underneath that makes a muffin so amazing.

» Posted By Halee On 02.28.2010 @ 1:11 pm


She was running out of head space. She needed the room to breathe and think and just be a normal human being. Loving and feeling and living weren’t suppose to be this hard. There was no outlet. Not here at least; not in this manifestation. She needed to be free to be her. So she ran and didn’t stop. And right there, running, in that moment, she had never felt more alive.

» Posted By Halee On 01.29.2010 @ 11:11 am


I live on Tower Avenue with my great-grandma. It’s the busiest street in my town, and she always has something to say about the cars with rib-rattling bass pounding, or the teenage mothers walking by. Little does she know is that I most likely am aquainted with these “public enemies” and they are not bad people! But I will let her say what she has to say. After all, she is…82.

» Posted By halee On 03.17.2010 @ 6:52 am

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