Comments Posted By Haley Ameral
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Is life acoustic? Or is it auto tune?
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 04.18.2011 @ 10:07 pm
It was severe all of it. The unexplainable. The explainable. The stuff that made so much sense it hurt. It hurt to feel, to touch, to think about. God, it was all just too much. Just standing there staring at what you thought you knew so much about. But you knew nothing. And it’s such a bitch to be so incredibly vague. But that’s what this is all about. The vagueness and severity of secrecy and pain. Pain what is pain. People seem to have such a relationship with pain. But what is it really? Merely a severity of typical emotion. Pain is my best friend. And happiness is my peril. Not only is it a made up notion but happiness in its truest form is ugly. Its uglier than death staring you in the face. Happiness has gotten me nowhere. But pain has brought me life itself, and all of its wonders.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 04.13.2011 @ 11:52 pm
There’s so much more strength I need. I don’t believe in the road rising up to meet me, it’s just a matter of me facing the road and setting out. There’s so many places to go, and to get there I need a whole lot of strength.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 04.05.2011 @ 9:28 pm
I wish I knew how to say what I thought before it happened solved and simple the back of my mind in a file cabinet in a garage somewhere
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 01.23.2011 @ 9:16 pm
getting from here to there getting there but not there yet almost to that certain circumstance i never intended the insult or the compliment definetley not as I was sitting there concerned with only the trip there
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 12.01.2010 @ 7:37 pm
Sitting there here the rythym of the machine. I felt the continuity. The straight clean stitches, stitched together my love for garmets made with love.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 11.13.2010 @ 10:40 am
Water out of the fountain. The yellow lines of hopscotch just beside, drinking nasty water out of the fountain is what childhood tastes like.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 11.02.2010 @ 8:57 pm
From where I have sat, I’ve seen things.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 10.17.2010 @ 8:03 pm
We walked into the wrong room that single moment internalized into my memory may have shaped my life, not entirely only partially. Sometimes I look back on that memory and think about all the things and all the reasons why we opened that door no another that one and what the situation was coincidence perhaps even tribulations. When I look back on that eventful opening of the door I speculate on the occurrences. That blue pool with the gate around it, we were there because of greed, and tribulations.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 09.19.2010 @ 8:43 pm
There are many places upstairs I’ve never ventured towards. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to go into the attic and discover something new.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 09.12.2010 @ 12:42 am
On those stuffy sunday mornings I dreaded having to be confined to the church all day the pay off which I admit has continually inspired me throughout the years even though I’m not realising it now. The payoff, the ironing boards my grandmother in her slip ironing out the wrinkles in her skirt and jacket. Ironing out the weeks mundane attire, Sunday the day of days the day where what she wore was envied by all the other ladies. The smell of bacon hash browns coffee and her perfume, has slowly dimmed over the years but it remains there buried in my memory only coming out when thinking of when times were simple and the food as good.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 09.09.2010 @ 10:24 pm
I live in the loft, up stairs. But not the kind I want to be in. I want to live in a loft in Williamsburg or Greenwich starving; with friends with their own talents. Each of them so different and bringing something to the table, maybe even literally. Non conformists conforming to each other is what I want. And I don’t have it. More seriously though I want to be far away living a different life.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 08.29.2010 @ 12:25 pm
I don’t know if it’s far from here. I don’t know if I’ll make it. Make it mine make it good make it last. Making it last is the hardest part, making it enjoyable that is questionable. The road ahead is so indistinct, the headlights only show ten feet ahead. This morning fog is like my future I can only see what’s in front of me and all there is to do is keep on.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 08.28.2010 @ 7:05 pm
There are things, there are people. There are always things and people. Each person no matter how great, no matter how many wrongs committed and counted up. They all; we all are harboring a secret person a secret bigger than ourselves or in some cases so small and overlooked but it was a defining moment or circumstance that permanently shaped us as human beings.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 08.16.2010 @ 12:18 pm
I was my the shore having my ice cream so many different faces a collective being, being there for one reason. Blue hues and eventually the setting sun, sitting there on the beach, nothing could touch me. Nothing, nothing, at all… Foamy water and forgotten orange pales, and a flip flop here and there. Fingers entwined with your other half, oh no not me the couple down the shore.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 07.10.2010 @ 6:24 pm
I’m suited for many things, many of which I am not currently aware of. I can’t even shed an example. The men on the streets with their suits and Jerry Garcia ties, I take a quick glance. To see maybe one day the man I will marry will be a man on the street with a Jerry Garcia tie, tied tight.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 06.05.2010 @ 1:09 pm
I’ve only wanted a black leather jacket, because it’s goes along with me on the back of a bad boy’s bike. Zooming down the freeway, my hair in curls. Me holding on real tight. We get there, off and he hold me to his side, our helmets off my fingers running through my hair. He kisses me on the cheek, I flash a cheeky smile. He whispers in my ear, “I love you babe.” I then think of Sonny and Cher, how fitting at least I’m the shorter one.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.30.2010 @ 7:26 pm
There are pillars in many places. One place, once my favorite place. A place that could never be mine. I place where I my current dreams were almost fulfilled. I want that place right now so badly, sometimes it hurts.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.26.2010 @ 11:20 pm
I take tiny little strides, when I’m hurting real bad. Hurting, the kind of hurt that’s deep inside. So, deep you feel like you could throw up. I take another stride I’m out of my desk and out the class room door. In the hallway I feel like such a fool. I shouldn’t let people get to me this much. But they are deep inside of me making me feel like I could hurl.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.09.2010 @ 4:46 pm
My lashes are long. At least that’s what I hear. The curl up and clumped with mascara. One day I’ll hear she lashed out at, it was bad. But I know that I got these flawless lashes from my dad.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.07.2010 @ 4:24 pm
I know no one in depth. My best friends, family, no one. I know the wind stirs the Aspen trees in town, that’s my depth. To anyone, they would say I’m void. But I’m not, I don’t know everyone’s story, but I know in depth that I observe and I notice.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.06.2010 @ 8:39 pm
I once put rollers in my hair, but now my life is just rolling. Rolling away, away from my safe keeping away, rolling, in the distance. Rollers to put in you hair the pink ones, that cost a dollar, but your life rolling out from under you like a persian rug. Well, you can’t help that.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 05.05.2010 @ 9:14 pm
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Well, I glanced at this page not with thought just with a click. This word makes me think of when I glanced at his profile. He must have seen me look, because he glanced at me… Was that possible? Well, I suppose it was, and currently still is possible. But, the glance was not my favorite moment. His glance was a lingering glare, his disgust in me was evident. I hated him at that exact moment. He glared as he glanced because of my ridiculous attempt at being funny with my extremely loud friends. He returned to his book. A moment later he up and left his chair and out the door of the classroom. My friend happened to come back in the classroom only a moment after he had left the room… He made a comment saying if I were to rule the world he world he would kill himself. It was at the moment I had heard that second hand, I decided if I was to kill myself even if slowly and non-actual suicide he would be getting a note describing how absolutely gorgeous his profile was at that moment before his glare, and how easy it is to put a person in a certain melancholy that would defenteley put anyone in a sudden and disturbing shock. His disgust transgressed my love flowing through my horrid veins. His glance sent in disgust was a love letter sent through the postal service, and received in my heart. My hate was my love, my love was my hate. I love him and he doesn’t love back. Disgusting as it is, glances can hold more than just a kodak moment in which only the memory can hold.
» Posted By Haley Ameral On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am