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history

I hated history class when I was in school. I didn’t really see the point of it and I kind of still don’t. I understand that it’s important to learn from past mistakes and all that and if we don’t we’re doomed to repeat them and I understand that part is important is it really so important for me to know the NAMES of all the people who made the fucking mistakes? And the places and the dates and all that shit?

» Posted By Hilary On 11.12.2017 @ 8:20 pm

purify

Slowly, Rashad dipped her hands in the pool of shimmering water. The scent of incense drenched her nostrils and its heady, intoxicating fragrance made her a little dizzy. She cupped her hands together and brought a cupful of water above the glassy surface, her eyes following the trails of liquid trickling down her arms and out between her fingers.

» Posted By Hilary On 03.11.2016 @ 7:01 pm

defined

People put me in a box, and no matter how hard I try to push my way out I can’t. I hate, hate it beyond everything I know. Yet I’m leaving to university to become a psychologist. A pursuit most people take in order to feel entitled to define people, to put them in boxes.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.13.2014 @ 11:29 am

ahead

Go ahead. Trudge ahead. Get ahead in life. Do things ahead of time. We always look to the future, for that is our motivation, our inspiration, but always our prison. We work towards what will happen, never what is happening.

» Posted By Hilary On 01.25.2013 @ 8:19 pm

help

i’ll help you through any problem you have. i’ll be there for you when you need me. i might need help through a tough time as well. you help me i’ll help you. i will lend you money if you need it, i might need it too. help me be happy and not cry. i love you

» Posted By Hilary On 09.26.2012 @ 2:23 pm

trap

entrapment trapped the mouse trap with the trappings of lies and misfortunes… just keep your trap shut or follow the sign to avoid the trap door… rhymes with rap

» Posted By Hilary On 08.02.2012 @ 10:50 am

fuses

gasoline and air in the sky. Mist in the air surrounding you. Heavy and thick. Can blow up and create fires and disasters. Scary stuff.

» Posted By Hilary On 07.24.2012 @ 10:46 am

leading

Following… Obama. Helping, kind. Direction, taking us, caring, teaching. Becoming greater in order to inspire others

» Posted By Hilary On 05.26.2012 @ 3:21 am

pageant

I have always wanted to be in a pageant. I think it would be fun. I can’t decide what I would do for a talent though. Maybe acting. It would be really neat.

» Posted By Hilary On 03.19.2012 @ 2:31 pm

maze

When I was little, my dad took our family to a corn maze, golden yellow, hot, suffocatingly so. Holding our colorful flag high so as not to be forgotten, swallowed by the golden yellow mass of grain.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.13.2012 @ 11:02 am

edge

Edges are sharp and dangerous, and most of the time they don’t like the. Sometimes, though. They’re condusive to our development. My prompt on the SAT was something to do with whether crisis contributes to self knowledge, and I think it does. When you’re cut, you see, you have to fix yourself. And only good can come from that. Rock bottom’s the worst that can happen, and so how is it that anyone has any reason to be sad. Edges are defined, which is

» Posted By Hilary On 10.02.2011 @ 4:56 pm

sticks

sticks are smaller piece of wood, like smaller than a branch, but not necessarily bigger than a twig. Sticks are great for starting fires, just gather up an armful, grab a match and in a few moments you can have a lovely fire if you arrange them into a nice pile. Sticks are also excellent for roasting marshmallows. Just grab a long pointy one, stab a marshmallow and roast it over the fire you just built using other sticks. Voila! Sticks are also handy for building a shelter if you happen to get stuck outdoors overnight, but you’ll need to gather way more than you used to build that fire.

» Posted By Hilary On 07.17.2011 @ 6:56 pm

honest

Just a little one. They’ll never know. Why would it matter anyway. It’s more fantastic when I think about it this way. Or maybe I should just tell the truth.

» Posted By Hilary On 06.30.2011 @ 4:56 pm

plaid

The skirts. The ugly man skirts. Who decided they were fashionable and should be carried through time to show the ‘manliness’ of men?

» Posted By hilary On 06.05.2011 @ 12:37 pm

radio

I listen to the radio as i drive down the street. songs i haven’t heard in years fill ym ears and remind me of the good times. back when people were running around, shooting each other with waterguns, because that was what was cool in sixth grade. it was popsicles and ice cream and not getting fat from etiher. songs that breathed summer.

» Posted By Hilary On 06.03.2011 @ 12:58 pm

backpack

I love watching Dora the Explorer because of the backpack. It’s my favorite character. I love watching it with the kids. We’ll sit around all day singing, “BACK PACK BACK PACK!!” Okay, this is silly. I have no idea what to say about it. One day, my dog peed on my back pack. I wonder if I took it to school that day. It’s a possibility. My friend’s little sister took one to school that her brother’s drunk friend peed on. HA

» Posted By Hilary On 06.01.2011 @ 5:50 pm

fluorescent

the are many adolescents, especially when I was in grade 11who thought fluorescent clonthing was the bomg diggity. This is onlybecause they couldbe seen at night. They called it lumo. I f you ask me,its rather obscure wanting toglow in the dark, why not just brighten the room. oh well thats teenagers for you. they never really think things through logically but rather just go with the trends. I wore a white dress to onelumo party on 23 january 2010. i called it the cupcake dress. cos i looked like a cupcake when I wore it.

» Posted By Hilary On 05.02.2011 @ 10:32 am

thirst

outside my window it is raining, big large drops from the sky. Moistening the ground, and my appetite for something more, something deep, something meaningful and fulfilling.

» Posted By Hilary On 04.10.2011 @ 3:20 pm

connected

When two people are connected, they share something that noone can see. Their feelings, their mental thoughts, their future goals, its all automatically intertwined with one another through just a simple look from one to the other. Being connected is the most complex thing one can be with another person.

» Posted By Hilary On 04.06.2011 @ 1:07 pm

strength

I don’t have strength. Strength mentally or physically illudes me. I am lost to all matter of strength. I wish I could be strong, but I fear I’ll always be stuck in this mode of passiveness

» Posted By hilary On 04.05.2011 @ 11:29 am

statement

It just takes one little statement, rolling off your lips. That’s all I need. Is one simple word. Just that one word and it will make my day. Just say “Hello”…”hey”…”hi”…”howdy”…”bonjour”…”hola”. Anything. Anything to make me feel present…alive.

» Posted By Hilary On 03.10.2011 @ 9:25 pm

specific

its an event that occurs to you, it may not be significant in any form but it happened and it means something to you and it’s the only thing you can think about for days on end, something specific

» Posted By hilary On 03.03.2011 @ 9:41 am

tables

When I see your hands, resting impotently on the tops of tables, I can only wish to be as lucky as those tables. It seems a waste, nearly unnatural, that your hands are placed so. The only image that my mind can muster is that of those same hands, rough and tattooed, holding me, as they naturally should be.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.25.2011 @ 4:49 pm

mango

The mango tree was heavy with fruit. My job was to protect the fruit from the monkeys who were eyeing the heavy fruit with greedy eyes.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.23.2011 @ 7:47 am

alarm

my alarm didn’t go off this morning. i was awoken nearly half an hour late. i managed to get ready in ten minutes. a new record for me. it wasnt until half way through my class that i realized i was missing a vital component of my equipment, necessary for my next class. A sole item that decided my grade. Damn alarm

» Posted By Hilary On 02.07.2011 @ 8:27 pm

I don’t sleep anymore. I try, honest I do, but somehow the combination of the orange city sky at night and the clamor of students in the dorm’s common room dictate that I, inept freshman, will not sleep this year. In the morning my neck aches.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.07.2011 @ 3:23 pm

wrench

She drove it into hit skull, shattering it into his brain. She took a few steps back, her high heels clicking through the blood. What had she done ? What could she do ? She had to run. And she did. She ran away to the only place she knew. Her old, abandoned house.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.03.2011 @ 2:56 pm

darkroom

She sat in the room alone. There was only one light on. One flickering light. Under that light was his body and the blood that streamed from the wound in his chest. The light flickered out. She was alone in the room. The darkroom. Alone. And happy. Deliriously happy.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.01.2011 @ 7:47 pm

The photographer develops his captured photographs in his darkroom, converted from a tiny closet. His photos, erotic nudes, show his inner demons. The mayor’s daughter, the wife of the town drunk. All of these women are outlets for him. His ability to manipulate is apparent. Manipulating the women to pose as they do, manipulating the composition to evoke his inner thoughts. The photographer is the world’s best manipulator.

» Posted By Hilary On 02.01.2011 @ 7:39 pm

basement

the basement is cold and unfinished. there is wood to the furnace stacked in one corner, tools in the other, handmade cabinets. It smells distinct. Like my childhood. What some may describe as dank, I call peaceful.

» Posted By Hilary On 01.25.2011 @ 8:16 pm

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