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I took piano lessons from my aunt when I was young. At age 10, I was the 4th child to play at the recital. The three children before me were all under the age of 5. The children after me started at age 6. I can still play the opening part of Fur Elise even though I quit my piano lessons after that recital. The life lesson I learned from this — although much later in my life — was don’t quit just because you’re temporarily humiliated.

» Posted By Joanna On 01.27.2018 @ 2:27 pm


“Yikes,” screamed the mother, when she was told there was another one in there after the first one came out. “Yikes,” she continued screaming, “I can’t even take care of one. How can I take care of two?”
“You’ll manage,” the nurse said. “How could your doctor miss this?”
“I never went to the doctor,” the woman said, not so screaming anymore, but still on edge.
“Wow!” the nurse said.
“I guess they were taking care of each other and me when they were in there,” the mother said. “I’m sure they’ll do that now that they’re out. They’re two girls, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” the nurse said, “How did you know?” but the mother didn’t answer.
She was already asleep, a slight smile lifting her mouth.

» Posted By Joanna On 01.20.2018 @ 4:42 pm


As I come to old age, my life becomes more disordered. In college, my two roommates in a three room suite came into my room in the middle and hang up all my clothes. They did this once a week but by the second day clothing was scattered on every chair, the desk, the bed, the bookshelf. When clothing covered the floor, that’s when the cleaning squadron of two went to work. How could my life be more disorderly now as opposed to then? I don’t know. If I knew do you think I would live in disorder? No, I would establish order in every arena.

» Posted By Joanna On 01.16.2018 @ 4:36 pm


Rivalling his father’s, the king, his moustache was grand, dark, gleaming, and proud. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he walked into a room.

» Posted By Joanna On 06.20.2017 @ 8:31 am


I would only use a knife for cutting food and that I would not use it for skin and things that you do not use it for.

» Posted By joanna On 05.09.2017 @ 12:32 pm


I went into the driveway to go pick up some sticks and clean it up.
then I was done and then I took a break and had a drink.

» Posted By joanna On 04.13.2017 @ 10:01 am


Are you an included one or are you an excluded one? I have this sad feeling you are one of the excluded. So we shall never meet because I am so included I am brimming with it. Too bad. I’m sure you’re nice and good and kind but I fear you’re a loser. Excluded from everything. Poor dear.

» Posted By Joanna On 10.24.2016 @ 3:08 am


Jim’s favorite haunt is his ex-girlfriend’s house. He hangs out across the street, trying to peer into the darkened window of her bedroom. He considers himself a ghost. Somehow though, he can’t float across the street, enter that window, get into bed with her, cuddle her and soothe her from the inevitable miseries of being alive. His feet are stuck to the ground. Yet she had killed him when she left him. Death is so unfair.

» Posted By Joanna On 10.13.2016 @ 2:20 pm

The woman haunted his thoughts for hours. He’d been an artist: he could see her face in clear detail, in technicolor, in moving facial expressions. He couldn’t remember where he’d seen her or when. Yesterday? A year ago? Longer? Here in prison? Long ago when he was free? But the show she put on in his brain was intensely welcome and he hoped he’d be lost in it forever.

» Posted By Joanna On 10.12.2016 @ 4:03 pm


My mom likes to bake cookies. So she mixes it. Then she puts it in the oven.

» Posted By Joanna On 09.07.2016 @ 10:04 am


I pointed to a pony. I went over and pet it. It was beautiful. I got on its back and rode around town. It was a wild pony

» Posted By Joanna On 09.06.2016 @ 12:18 pm


Don’t retreat when wounded. Take another path and push forward. Do not show your enemy you are hurt, cover the trail of blood behind you by brushing a branch of leaves along it, do not worry that you are being followed, for soon you will lead, and get there before your enemy, and ambush him.

» Posted By Joanna On 08.19.2016 @ 4:30 pm


My insides lock everything up. What food I eat, what I dream at night, what I love most, what I wish for. On the outside, the world sees sort of crazy, sort of calm, sort of unreliable. How does the world arrive at all that, when everything I am is locked up inside me?

» Posted By Joanna On 08.16.2016 @ 3:46 pm


Structurally speaking, which I very rarely do because I don’t have a good idea what it means, my house is not all that up to par. The upstairs bathroom leans at a 20 degree angle. Especially if water splashes out of the bathtub you can do a water slide into the toilet. Then, one wall of the guest bedroom is falling down. Whoever, structured this house was not the best structurer. Oh, I think it was me.

» Posted By Joanna On 08.10.2016 @ 4:38 am


My niece watched my sister trying to assemble a bookcase. My sister couldn’t figure out much of anything: where the screws went, why were there too many screws, or perhaps, were there not enough? She started verbalizing her frustration. There’s nothing so fascinating as watching my sister go crazy. Her 3-year-old daughter watched for awhile, then said, “Mommy, can’t you use the destructions?”

» Posted By Joanna On 08.08.2016 @ 12:58 pm


There was something she’d always enjoyed about the feel of the wind on her face, blowing her hair. She loved the speed, the momentum. When she took to her skateboard she felt that she could fly.

» Posted By Joanna On 05.08.2015 @ 12:31 pm


on a stage, in a play, funny acting , actors, prizes, a wish of many students, associated with stress

» Posted By Joanna On 04.24.2015 @ 12:05 pm


i’ve always hated you. the way you smile when people compliment you, the way you chuckle to yourself silently when something amuses you, the look on your face when you get a test back and you did better than anyone else. your hair is always shiny, your face always radiant. i don’t know how you do it, but i hate it. i want, more than anything, to be better than you are.

» Posted By joanna On 12.06.2014 @ 7:44 am


amused by your lack of smile. becoming not, stray you will. freedom to lone is above yourself. clouds and bust filled my heart. sadden to pass.

» Posted By joanna On 10.13.2014 @ 12:11 am


She was thrown out of the club. She was being ridiculous. She was drunk, sad, lonely, and just plain pathetic. She knew that this was something that wasn’t her. She would never do something like that.

» Posted By Joanna On 10.08.2014 @ 7:21 pm


Desperation. A soul into each and every one of our souls, even the best of us.
A deep, aching yearning for the one we most desire.
A pit into our minds, destroying and tainting.

» Posted By Joanna On 05.11.2014 @ 2:56 am


The bark from the trees are striped due to the ferocious winds, exposing the white and pure contents beneath.

» Posted By Joanna On 02.20.2014 @ 4:18 am


The wrath of man is a powerful thing. We use this wrath to destroy others for ourselves, a selfish action that rids us of our humanity. Rape is wrath. War is wrath. Murder is wrath. All of these crimes against our fellow man are examples of the horror of the mind that is poisoned by hatred.

» Posted By JoAnna On 06.13.2013 @ 5:48 pm


He sailed away and left it all behind. Setting anchor he wondered what would become of him. Those he had left behind may miss him, but they would forget.

» Posted By Joanna On 04.11.2013 @ 2:32 pm


the house was covered, you could almost not see its bleak, peeling grey pain. The vines engulfed the house, making it look unwelcoming. She approached cautiously. More vines were clinging to the rusty blue gate, and as she gently eased it open.

» Posted By Joanna On 04.05.2013 @ 12:05 pm


they say it will set you free. most people run from it,hide it,lie about it or stretch it. everyone i know has never been able to tell the truth when the time came when they needed to. too scared to loose someone or hurt the other person when in reality the TRUTH will in the end prosper. it will help instead of hurt. the hurt is only temporary.
truth gives you strength,helps you grow as a person and in all of your relationships through life. truth. what everyone needs to learn how to tell more of.

» Posted By Joanna On 03.19.2013 @ 8:15 am


My mom always told me I would grow to like mushrooms.
Growing up is less about getting older, and more about learning new things.
Learning is less about the classroom, and more about life.
Life is less about growing up, and more about just growing.
My mom always told me I would grow to like mushrooms, and I haven’t.

» Posted By Joanna On 02.08.2013 @ 8:13 pm

Education is all about growing. It helps you become the kind of person who can deal with challenges. But the most important thing about growing is that there always need to be a balance between be responsible and just having fun. Enjoy life.

» Posted By Joanna On 02.08.2013 @ 12:28 pm


I’ve always applied myself. All through school my parents would bitch and bitch about how i didn’t. But i tried so hard to succeed. Then I learned I had ADD. Bad. I am so much better now. And I’m so focused.

» Posted By Joanna On 01.21.2013 @ 2:33 am

I applied everything i had to us, baby girl. but it wasn’t enough. i tried and tried to give you my world. for two years. and i believed you were giving it back to me in return. i applied my whole self to you. and it had to end. i’m so glad it did tho. because i’ve found someone who applies all to me. and STILL tells me that i need to apply my own energy to myself before i can ever be happy. he understands me. and i’ve never been happier.

» Posted By Joanna On 01.21.2013 @ 2:29 am

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