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she heard footsteps out side of her bedroom door, she should have been asleep, but her cold bed kept her tossing, and she just wanted to be loved. but there shouldn’t be anyone here. there shouldn’t be anyone outside of her door, so she laid perfectly still. she didn’t hear a struggle, they just let themselves in. but then the familiar scent of him filled her room, and she didn’t stir. her back was still to him, and he wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close to him and planted a kiss on her shoulder, and she surprised him as she shifted to kiss his nose. “I missed you, my dandelion.”
» Posted By mandie On 10.02.2014 @ 10:33 pm
I have never been a prisoner. I know only one person who I am close with has been in jail. he is a good guy who has done some really dumb things. From what I hear, being a prisoner sucks. You wear the same things every day and you do the same things every day. I hope to never be a prisoner.
» Posted By mandie On 09.09.2013 @ 10:39 pm
Staring at the wall
I never meant to at all
Getting so lost in my thoughts
It gets hard to look across
Self-loathing and much greed
What in the world has come over me?
Hit my head against this wall
Break bad habits, break through it all.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.03.2013 @ 1:10 pm
The truth is, there is no end. It all goes on and on and on. Everything. Racism, homophobia, sexism, oppression..and worst of all? People don’t necessarily “end” either. Yes, we may go but the memory of the path we once led will remain forever. It is up to you whether this becomes a good thing or a bad thing.
» Posted By Mandie On 01.13.2013 @ 6:25 pm
He just wanted a rise out of me. Once the tears fell down from my cheek he knew that’s all he wanted. Some sick, twisted satisfaction he got out of seeing me cry..I was disgusted. And to call this monster a father? No fathers were present when I was raising myself.
» Posted By Mandie On 11.30.2012 @ 12:12 am
I’d always been told that I’m doe eyed. So innocent looking with so little to say..if only they knew what goes on in this twisted head of mind. Maybe I wouldn’t look so innocent anymore
» Posted By Mandie On 09.30.2012 @ 12:00 am
I began to think about all of the things I have done to you. All of the ways I have tricked your mind. I feel no remorse. The third eye on the back of my skull knows better than to wallow in what could have been opposed to what is. This..this is how you think. This is how you begin.
» Posted By Mandie On 09.20.2012 @ 10:14 pm
I wish I could find the words. To claim you as mine would be the most beautiful thing in the world. It’s too quiet here without you. One day.
» Posted By Mandie On 09.19.2012 @ 10:59 pm
Together. Alone. Together. Apart.
I just want to be next to you.
» Posted By Mandie On 09.17.2012 @ 4:51 pm
Manners, not propriety, are a great way to respect ones self and others, creating an environment of peace and allowing space for processing encouraging response rather than reactivity.
» Posted By Mandie On 08.10.2012 @ 7:46 am
I already did this one, but I guess I get to say more. I told Chelsea my secret years ago, and I wonder if she ever told anyone, and if she did, what was their reaction? How can I act so normal around him when he stole my innocence? I act like nothing happend, but I know it did.
» Posted By Mandie On 08.03.2012 @ 5:23 pm
The sound of the music pumped through my ears as the car kept sliding by. The ocean waves crashed against the shore and I knew I was at home.
» Posted By Mandie On 04.22.2012 @ 10:08 am
Growing up I have always been well nourished. There has never been a minute when I have had to go with out. My mother always made sure that I had what I needed and as I grew older I began to see how thankful I should have been for all of the countless effort she had made.
» Posted By Mandie On 04.12.2012 @ 11:02 pm
i have a temper when i am on my period. i want to kill everyone. especially my boyfriend. I can eat anything and if someone stands in my way of that i will attack them. i have a huge temper when something doesn’t go how i want it to. i feel violent and mean and I hate everything. rah rah rah rah rah rah rah rah temper rah rah UNC lost the game now i have a temper MER temper MER MER WER CER RAH O La LA goo goo goo goooo
» Posted By mandie On 03.25.2012 @ 5:31 pm
The duration of the recital seemed like forever. I just wanted to leave. I knew that I had something beautiful waiting for me at home. His gentle voice that is always so sweet, his soft touch that lures me in, his warm embrace that puts me to sleep and his cold lips that keep me on my toes..So I finished off on a colorful note and then took my bows. I ran all the way home.
» Posted By Mandie On 03.14.2012 @ 12:56 pm
As he was demonstrating how to hold the cue stick, he wrapped his arms around me and showed me how. After all of the years I have had a pool table I never knew how to play.
Even though that I feel comfortable around him, I still felt butterflies and as he leaned into kiss me after I failed at hitting the balls in the corners, I don’t think that I had ever experienced such a feeling quite remarkable as the feeling that he gave me that day. From that day till now I have been “knowing”..I am going to marry this man.
» Posted By Mandie On 03.07.2012 @ 6:22 pm
When I joined the band with Danny, Wyatt, and Gap it felt more like being crew. You start to do everything together and tolerate each other’s differences. I miss feeling like I was apart of something; like something was getting done. Like I was creating something revolutionary with a group of people, creating memories that I would remember from time and time to come..I guess what probably irks me the most about the splitting of our “crew” was the loyalty. Nobody ever betrayed one another and we did our best to always get along and make music that we were all proud of. Crew..it means more than what it is.
» Posted By Mandie On 03.01.2012 @ 7:48 am
I was trapped in a maze, there was no where to turn.
After trying to get out of there all night my luck had finally ran short.
I thought I would make it out, I thought I would survive but just as soon as I thought I was almost near the light, I felt the worst pain in my chest.
I had been shot..and as I slowly fell to the ground I thought of Amalia..how sweet her smile always was. I guess I was right all along, I was near the light after all. After all of this time, I finally get to see her. My sweet, sweet Amalia.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.12.2012 @ 6:02 pm
I can remember back to when I was a little girl..sitting, gazing at the pony. Now that I look back on it, I think at one point every little girl wanted a pony. Like everything else though, I didn’t get it. I never got anything. I had nothing. The memories of my past are silent reminders that the world is not fair and not only is the world not fair, it is everchanging but everyone gets theirs in the end.
I am now 25 and I have my pony.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.11.2012 @ 9:46 am
My mother: fair skinned, blonde hair, blue eyes, white.
I: tan skin, black hair, brown eyes, hispanic.
A whole lifetime had passed by and I had never known the truth. What my mother had kept from me years after years had finally caught up and as I began to see the truth I started to weep. As I shuffled through papers, along with her will, I found it. The one paper I never thought was actually real. I was adopted.
I had been adopted by my “mother” because the woman who had given birth to me wanted nothing to do with me and now that my mother was dead, I had nothing left. I had been living a lie, living in sin and now everytime I look at the horizon I think of her.
My mother: cold, thin, rotting, pale, dead..beneath the ground, lovely.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.09.2012 @ 8:56 pm
camera: used to capture precious moments that will never be again. It’s such a beautiful thing..a camera. A tiny little device that helps us track time. We never realize how fast time is actually going by until we recognize it as our past. So we sit around waiting, starving for something new..until we look back at the old memories from the camera. Camera..a very beautiful thing, indeed.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.05.2012 @ 5:42 pm
As she pressed her apron against the oven she realized that this wan’t the life that she wanted to live
She wanted to be out travelling, free, untouchable..
She wanted out of that God forsaken house that she was forced to call her home
» Posted By Mandie On 01.05.2012 @ 10:00 pm
The way the thorns pricked her skin was beautiful
Her crimson blood falling from her pale complexion
Heaven only knows why such a happy girl would dare challenge the roses
» Posted By Mandie On 01.04.2012 @ 11:28 pm
» Posted By mandie On 04.29.2011 @ 2:41 pm
I wandered into the heart of a stranger. He sat on a bench and looked into my soul. There’s nothing to say, nothing to change. He smiles, smiles, smiles at my big brown eyes. I loose myself in his smile in the wrinkles in his face. His eyes match mine and I can’t look away. This is love.
» Posted By Mandie On 03.14.2011 @ 11:57 pm
not there but so close
never touching but reaching constanly
every day every second
trying so hard to get there
but never succeeding in it
every day is a waste
every second is a hopeless let down
you’ll never get what you want
you’ll never get what you need
life is an illusion
» Posted By Mandie On 03.07.2011 @ 12:29 pm
Tables, fables, cables, Naples, staples, gables, stables, grapples, all done.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.25.2011 @ 3:54 pm
Barber. I know a Barber, and not the one that does hair. I have mixed feelings about that word; cosmetologist or hairstylist is better, in my opinion. Although I suppose for a man, it would sound more “manly” to be called a barber.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.24.2011 @ 4:25 pm
It’s the noise going off in your head. Oh no, are you late? No? Forgot something then? No? What IS it?
At times it inserts itself into your dreams. No. Not this morning. I’m just to tired.
You hear it thud against the wall. Suddenly the alarm is silenced. That’s right. What’s what you were waiting for. You set it for something… can’t remember right now though.
It’s that little warning that goes off in the back of your head when you meet someone new. That warning that tells you to smile and step back. Your safety alarm…
» Posted By Mandie On 02.08.2011 @ 5:03 am
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My life is one, big dark room…at least, that’s what the girl said.I didn’t see it. Fascinating, elegant, but dark? I loved her then, but could no longer. If she would just let a little sun in at her window, but..no, the pictures wouldn’t have developed quite so well.
» Posted By Mandie On 02.02.2011 @ 8:00 am