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Some friends fade.
It happens through out life until our little old heads are grayed.
They act like it’s a game that being played.
But, you know what I say ?
Just go to the beach and lay on the bay.
Forget about the fading friends.
And have a good Day !
» Posted By Mya On 10.02.2017 @ 8:08 am
I think that it means nothing has changed its like a daily thing for people and you have always done it and nothing will change.
» Posted By mya On 08.14.2017 @ 7:59 am
To come together.
» Posted By Mya On 08.29.2016 @ 10:15 am
Flutter shy is a doormat. Not the physical thing but as a metaphor. Like where she does everything she is told even though she does not want to…
» Posted By Mya On 04.08.2016 @ 8:12 am
The branches were twisted but I didn’t care I was running for my life. I was slower than usual but then again I did twist my ankle on the way in the woods, running for life.
» Posted By Mya On 04.06.2016 @ 8:22 am
Disaster rippled through me, you destroyed me and left me broken. Bits and pieces were all I had. Bits and pieces of a former great me. How could you leave me this way? The worst part? Even after everything you did, I would take you back in a heartbeat.
» Posted By Mya On 12.02.2013 @ 6:47 am
I had nothing. There I was, surrounded by ruins in once lovely place, but I realized something then. That even if your broken and all of your things, hope is all you need. If you have hope, you can survive the rest of your life in happiness. Hope protects you from all danger. Hope makes you stronger. Hope makes you unstoppable. The power of hope cannot be measured.
» Posted By Mya On 12.01.2013 @ 8:27 pm
As I walk into the school everyone is rude. Whispering. Talking. Words all about me. I am the only irreverent person in that school. Even the friends that I thought will last me forever, never did. I just sit in the corner of the building during recess, letting everyone mind their own business.
» Posted By Mya On 07.23.2013 @ 6:35 pm
As I walk into the school everyone is rude. Whispering. Talking. Words all about me. I am the only irreverent person in that school. Even the friends that I thought will last me forever, never did. The school is just full of everent people.
» Posted By Mya On 07.23.2013 @ 6:34 pm
Someone knocks at the door. A visitor. I wonder who it could be. Maybe it’s my mother who is visiting to tell me she is actually a lesbian and has decided to elope with her French lover to Vegas. Or maybe it’s my father to tell me I’m adopted and I’m actually royalty. Or maybe it’s some that works for the government to tell me they’ve decided that I would be the perfect CIA agent. Maybe I won the lottery. It could be anyone really. There are so many possibilities that I’m starting to feel a headache coming on, better just open the door and get it over with, the visitor is getting impatient and is knocking harder.
I smile put my hand on the knob and just for a moment take in the moment, anyone could be at the other side of this door, my long lost sister, an alien, a time-traveler. Though probably not.
I open it. It’s the mailman.
As I hide my disappointed expression with a forced smile I accept the newspaper and as I close the door God chuckles because he’s the only one who knows that that mailman is my future husband, Gerald. A Great man that I love with all my heart and appreciate far more than I ever would appreciate a Martian.
» Posted By Mya On 01.29.2013 @ 7:32 am
Speak. Talk. Tell him! It was natural, there was nothing wrong with it. He could love him and tell him so. There was nothing wrong about it after all.
But no matter how ‘right’ it was there would still be a lump in my throat as I told him. My lips would still be parched and my voice would still be wobbly and my hands would still be wringing and my forehead would continue sweating.
But I still spoke. I still told him.
» Posted By Mya On 01.27.2013 @ 3:20 am
You’re ahead of me. At the beginning I was the one ahead, and you were the one miles behind struggling to catch up. But before i knew it you’re suddenly in front of me sprinting off at the speed of light like it’s nothing, leaving me behind in the dust. And suddenly I’m lonely and I miss you and I realize that your unique as Hell and there’ll never be anyone that’ll ever compare to you and so I try my hardest. i run for all I’m worth. And thought I’ll never be ahead of you again, I’m content to walk beside you, hand in hand.
» Posted By Mya On 01.26.2013 @ 5:44 am
You just have to APPLY yourself and you can achieve great things. You can become a doctor, a scientist, or maybe even a CEO! You can do things thousands of people have done before! You can be dimly remembered as that rich, lonely guy that never smiles. Don’t you want that? You should dedicate all your time to studying and working hard and kissing ass so that you can claw your way to the top! You definitely shouldn’t become what you dream to be – be it an artist, writer or gardener. You should be successful and unhappy instead of the other way around. That way you’ll have money; money may not be able to buy you happiness but what is happiness anyways?
» Posted By Mya On 01.21.2013 @ 7:28 am
I say that I love you. You say that you love me more. I say it’s impossible for anybody, including you, to love anybody as much as I love you. And thus ensues one of the most pointless, ridiculous fights in the history of mankind. That fact didn’t make either of us any less mad.
“If your love for me were an ocean, your love for me would be a rain drop in comparison with my love for you!”
“If your love for me were the Sahara dessert, your love for me would be a grain of sand in comparison with my love for you!”
“If your love for me were a great red wood, your love for me would be a sapling in comparison with my love for you!”
And so on we went for hours, barely restraining our smiles and unable to stop holding each other’s hands.
» Posted By Mya On 01.16.2013 @ 10:03 am
Speak up! Make your words heard! Let people know your defiance and stand tall. Let them know that you don’t give a shit about what they think is proper and correct and your better than them! You have you OWN opinion and meanings so you BETTER make use of them instead of falling into the same old patterns and becoming NOTHING!
If you have an opinion tell the truth shamelessly, in fact state your opinion with pride because you even HAVE your own opinions.
» Posted By Mya On 01.14.2013 @ 2:25 pm
I never cried. i didn’t cry when i fell down and scraped my knee. i didn’t cry when I fell out the apple tree and broke my arm. I didn’t cry when my big sister whispered to me behind our parents turned backs what Buddy going to the farm to live with our distant aunt forever really meant. I didn’t cry when grandma died. I didn’t cry when my big sister and my parents died in a car accident.
Not once did I cry. Because I know that if I start I won’t be able to stop.
And you told me that you were sick of me. You told me that I was clingy and annoying. You ditched me.
And somehow this was so much worse than my family’s death. So much worse than excruciating pain.
I just sat there uncomprehendingly at my bed for hours after you’d left. And then the first tear I could ever remember slipped out of eye. Soon followed by another. And another. And before I knew it, it was like a dam had burst. I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t know what was happening. The oddest thing was happening. For some reason my eyes and face itched and burned like hell and I seemed to be sweating from my face a terribly lot and I couldn’t breath properly, only shallow rapid gasps for air was able to make it past the stone that had suddenly, disturbingly materialized itself in my throat.
It took me longer then I’d like to admit for me to realize that I was bawling my eyes out for the first time I could remember.
It was an awful, helpless, shameful, soul-wrenching feeling. And I couldn’t stop. All I could do was continue making theses strange, disgusting animal like keening noises as I hugged myself.
And. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop.
Eventually I passed out. I’m okay now. I don’t ever smile or laugh or feel any particular emotion but I’ve finally stopped crying and the answer is no, I haven’t moved on. sorry to disappointing you. I really am. I loved you more than anything in the world. Still do. But I’ll continue living. Albeit a hollow meaningless life, bit it’s a life. It’s more than anything I ever thought I’d have after you left me.
I hope you are happy where ever you are and I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you. You’re the only one that can make me cry.
» Posted By Mya On 01.11.2013 @ 11:33 am
Politician. Also known as a smarmy, disgusting, manipulative human that isn’t actually really a human. Ha, what a joke. We’re not human at all. Please don’t lump our kind with weak, narrow-minded, whiny humans. We are far superior. Long live Mars.
» Posted By Mya On 01.09.2013 @ 2:20 pm
“Promise me,” she whispered, tears in her baby blue eyes, the same color as her mother. I smiled in an agreeable way hoping that she wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t voiced any agreement at all. There was no way I’d be able to keep that promise.
My eight year old daughter lifted her head, blond curls bouncing, and she looked me in the eyes with a serious expression. I’d never seen her look that serious before. That expression made me feel more guilty than anything else could have.
“Pinky promise,” she said gravely lifting her pinky with that same serious expression that looked so wrong on an eight year old on her cute little face.
My breath hitched.
“Promise me that you won’t die, dad.” Katie said, still holding up her pinky finger. “You’re a superhero. Stupid bone cancer can’t beat you.”
I didn’t dare tell her that the doctor had already told me that I had less than a week left. I just smiled at her shakily and hugged her. I didn’t shake her pinky. she cried for so long and than she started screaming that she hated me through her tears until my wife had to take her away. That was the last time I saw my family.
» Posted By Mya On 01.08.2013 @ 2:06 pm
A man must not touch another man inappropriately. A man must not love another the way a wife and husband love each other. That’s what they’ve always taught us. that’s what they’ve always said. But when I kissed you and you smiled nothing had ever felt so right.
» Posted By Mya On 01.07.2013 @ 12:18 pm
I opened the dictionary. I immediately flipped through about half the pages and then stopped at the letter L. My long, elegant finger traced down the different word as I mouthed them silently looking for the right one. I found it.
Love (pronounced luhv)
Definition: To feel tender, adoring and/or passionate emotions for a person in a positive way.
My eyebrows clashed together in confusion. I didn’t get it. I started up my computer and opened Google. I wrote ‘Love reference’ and clicked on the first link I got.
If you need a reference for love you just have to find the person who makes your face flush and your heart stop beating and have you start acting like a clumsy idiot and then kiss them. that’s what Google told me.
That’s strange, I thought. Is Google implying that I love the boy next door?
» Posted By Mya On 01.06.2013 @ 12:45 pm
He was experienced at many things. Traveling, sex, negotiating, lying and so much more, but more than anything else he had experience with killing. he was an experienced assassin, slaughterer and murderer.
He constantly had calluses on his hands from digging anonymous graves in the middle of the night deep in the forest.
And people knew. Oh, they didn’t go and say it to his face or anything like that, but he heard the suspicions whispers, he saw the hateful looks of anger, he could almost smell the fear. It just made him want to kill more. Well, not want. He didn’t want to kill. he’d never once in his life wanted to kill. He needed it.
KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL! HE NEEDED BLOOD AND SCREAMS AND PAIN!
The voice in his head demanded it.
» Posted By Mya On 01.05.2013 @ 5:21 pm
I had been placed here, on this mahogany shelf, where I could compliment the store the best. I had been placed here as a decoration, right smack in the middle of a French looking Victorian girl and a small boy on an even smaller bike. My polished teal eyes gazed seemingly vacantly across the beautiful ‘abandoned’ store.
As I gazed at my fellow prisoners silent suffering I never moved a silk gloved finger. I never batted an outrageously long eyelash. I never once let my flawless, white, porcelain face betray my emotions, not that I could anyways. I would have screamed and shouted and cried the entire time if I’d had the choice, but i didn’t have this luxury. So I suffered silently along with other unfortunate children that didn’t listen to their parents and wandered the streets after dark. Forever.
» Posted By Mya On 01.03.2013 @ 1:17 pm
I stared at the treasure in slack jawed awe. Right before me lay a pile of gold and jewels taller than me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Finally I let out a whoop of joy, started running in slow motion towards my one true love, money, and then I woke up.
» Posted By Mya On 01.02.2013 @ 11:52 am
Everything is going around and around. its all confusing and you dont know what to do about it. you’ve become a scatter brain, like in that show mr.men show Mr,scatter brain as i recall, CONFUSED CONFUSED CONFUSED.
» Posted By Mya On 12.21.2012 @ 5:18 pm
walls are theese things that seperate things fromother stuff, there everywhere truly
I’m looking at one right now, and they are also used for privacy i guess and for houses xD .
» Posted By Mya On 10.04.2012 @ 1:20 pm
helping. When some one needs
» Posted By Mya On 08.30.2011 @ 9:59 pm
keeps you dry
reminds me of women from china lol
i think of rain
i think of the color yellow idk why tho?
» Posted By Mya On 08.25.2011 @ 12:23 am
Deer! well i like to hunt them “) lol but i raised a deer from when it was a baby fawn “) i still have it even though its grown. ha but yeah there cute even when there older! ha but yeah wierd animals! ha
» Posted By Mya On 08.18.2011 @ 8:03 pm
Driving? well first of all i like driving i like feeling that RUSH! its amazing ha but its also very dangerous but who cars it gets you places haha its easy! “)
» Posted By Mya On 08.09.2011 @ 9:10 pm
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i decided to visit the local train station yesterday. the wind’s gust almost kept me off my feet as i strolled along and i felt as if i was intangible. i didn’t know where i was going or why, but i just felt as if the train tracks were leading me off in the distance for a reason .. a reason i couldn’t explain.
» Posted By Mya On 06.15.2011 @ 3:57 am