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I am a bit stressed and a bit okay. Or may it is something else and not the usual stress. But, I am feeling a bit of chaos inside.
» Posted By neha On 03.26.2015 @ 4:53 am
All we want in life is a do-over. A slate that we can erase everything off and start over. Make new memories, make new friends, ave new lovers, make every moment count. It’s all we want. but why is it that we fight for it. Not fair, is it?
» Posted By Neha On 01.02.2015 @ 10:08 am
The sand sunk into her shoes as she ran to the swings, racing her friend. They jumped on and with a quick gust, took off into the sky. Every time they went up, for a brief second it would feel as if they were flying. Her clammy hands clinged onto the cold chain links on the sides as she went down. She closed her eyes and felt the air brush up against her cheeks and run through her hair.
» Posted By Neha On 02.15.2014 @ 1:57 pm
“Number 14! Number 14! Go Number 14!”
I was yelling at top of my voice–inside my head. I obviously couldn’t embarrass my master at the derby, could I? Saddened by the fact that I needed to stay in a shell whenever we have an outing, I went to find myself something to drink at the bar. And then I saw him. His piercing blue eyes and his boyish grin was oh so familiar, butI just couldn’t place where I’d seen him. I took my drink–a vodka red bull, pathetic, I know– and took a seat at the bar, not wanting to go back to my employers. And then it struck me. This was the man in Madam’s bedroom yesterday evening. This was the man I helped sneak outside when Sir came home. This was the man who broke my heart, and used me, the help, just to get to the riches. This was the man who used to be in my bedroom every evening. And this was the same man who kissed her goodnight, instead of me.
» Posted By Neha On 02.09.2014 @ 9:23 am
Third. Third person I’ve hurt. Third person who’s lost their family. And I don’t feel anything. I’m empty, numb, devoid of any sort of feelings. Is this normal? I don’t think so… What do I do? I’m so lost. It’s like I don’t even know how to feel anymore and I’m hurting everyone around me. The TV is on. Breaking news echoing through my bedroom, cutting through the razor-sharp silence. But I’m not listening. Because I don’t really care. Why don’t I care? Why am I not bothered?
» Posted By Neha On 02.08.2014 @ 12:10 am
A third or my time is spent contemplating what i would like to do with my life, instead of actually living it up.
Too often do i forget of what is truly important and get caught up in the smaller things.
» Posted By Neha On 02.07.2014 @ 3:42 pm
I see him looking at me. we’re standing in the snow, freezing. But I don’t feel cold. All I see is his eyes. His starlit eyes. And I know for sure this time that I’m in the right place with the right person. I just know. I’m here. He’s here. He breathes, I breathe. He moves, I move. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. It’s all so new to me, I don’t know how this goes… He comes closer, I move closer, and our mouths become one. I feel complete. The lonely, sinking sensation just disappears. And we lay here in the snow, and I just know, that this is meant to be.
» Posted By Neha On 02.06.2014 @ 9:22 am
I see him looking at me. we’re standing in the snow, freezing. But I don’t feel cold. All I see is his eyes. His starlit eyes. And I know for sure this time that I’m in the right place with the right person. I just know. I’m here. He’s here. He breathes, I breathe. He moves, I move. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. It’s all so new to me, I don’t know how this goes… He comes closer, I move closer, and our mouths become one.
» Posted By Neha On 02.06.2014 @ 8:17 am
the best kind of day are the ones unplanned. when you wake up in the morning not knowing whats ahead of you– making up your next moves on the spot. not having anything planned yet doing so much is a brilliant feeling. the pleasure of the unexpected is delightful
» Posted By Neha On 01.28.2014 @ 9:57 pm
Why not, I’ll give it a go. Can’t assure you of the consequences, but I’m always ready to give something a short – once. That much, I’m sure of.
» Posted By Neha On 12.31.2012 @ 12:55 am
simple is so simple that everything looks simple when you say simple. simple simplifies everything in life and hence you can live your life simply or easily. simple is solutiuon to everything to every question in the world because life is simple.
» Posted By neha On 12.05.2012 @ 9:43 pm
people are so weird sometimes like i don’t even know if i like them i don’t know if i like myself what is this? also, i never used to write like this. i want to be a writer. people people people. they can make or break them and i don’t like that. how dare they? with their varied tastes and inferior minds…how come they have this power?
» Posted By Neha On 09.23.2012 @ 11:12 am
this world is full of people. there are all kind of people arround us. we dnt have any idea that with how many people we meet every day. we are surrounded with all kind of people.
» Posted By neha On 09.23.2012 @ 5:04 am
when i think about stillness i think about the middle of the ocean. nobody is there to notice that it doesnt move an inch. its still and alone. completely. in the middle of nowhere. calm and untouched
» Posted By neha On 09.06.2012 @ 6:45 pm
omigosh this is that one thing that will make everyone in school be your friend. one person goes, ‘anyone have gum?’ and one person goes yes. AND BAM. THE WHOLE CLASS IS AFTER YOU. and then that one person goes aw that was my last piece though. and the class becomes sad D:
» Posted By Neha On 07.25.2012 @ 9:14 pm
Is used to measure the depth of the seas and underwater obstacles.
» Posted By neha On 07.17.2012 @ 11:50 pm
A distributor is someone who gives. This person takes something and gives it to those in need in an equal and hopefully fair manner. People in third world countries often rely on distributors from the UN or other forces for food, water, and other basic necessities. People in any service industry could be considered disributors.
» Posted By Neha On 06.27.2012 @ 6:17 am
» Posted By Neha On 03.26.2012 @ 10:17 am
everything follows a pattern. the way you behave with people. your relationships. everything. there’s a pattern to it. you’re hurt by someone? you’ll still choose the same kind of a person. AGAIN. why? because we follow a pattern, because that is familiar.
» Posted By neha On 03.16.2012 @ 4:25 am
a demonstration teaches you many things. take the ones in college for example- you learn so many brand new things. i fact, i just had a culinary demo yesterday which i sadly missed because my head was in the clouds and i read the time wrong and went half an hour late!
» Posted By neha On 03.07.2012 @ 11:17 pm
Wesley McGonnavich hated demonstrating for the class. But his teacher picked on him, and he had to walk up to the front of the class- what horror. He heard a gentle jeering, but was it the class or was he making it up? The whiteboard was looming
» Posted By Neha On 03.07.2012 @ 5:53 pm
The dim lighting surrounded us. It was hard to see, but quiet enough so that we could still hear. I saw your face, your bright eyes dancing around in the dark shadows of the light. It was still so very dark. But the smile you were wearing was good enough to provide the light.
» Posted By Neha On 11.29.2011 @ 10:23 am
The dim lighting surrounded us. It was hard to see, but quiet enough so that we could still hear. I saw your face, your smile dancing around in the dark shadows of the light. The light wasn’t bright enough. I couldn’t see your whole face. But at the same time, it was enough.
» Posted By Neha On 11.29.2011 @ 10:21 am
Study is such a gross word. I’m tired of studying. I’ve spent my entire life in school. If the world really does end in 2012 then I’ll be so very very sad. Sure, studying and attaining an education is important, but there’s so much more to the world. There’s so much to do and so much to see. So yes, go ahead and study. But make sure you do other things too.
» Posted By Neha On 11.22.2011 @ 6:05 pm
The sound of my mother’s laughter is what allowed me to keep going. When times are rough and all I wanted to do was to give up, I would think about that laugh, that unforgettable and signature laugh, and I would remain inspired. My mother was an inspiration to me for many reasons, and her laughter was merely an emblem of it.
» Posted By Neha On 11.21.2011 @ 7:35 pm
The whole time he felt as if whatever he was feeling, whatever he was going through, wasn’t real. “Maybe it’s all in my head,” he would say to himself. “Maybe I’m just making this up.” He didn’t know if it was right or if this was the way it was supposed to be. To him, it wasn’t real. It was abstract.
» Posted By Neha On 11.14.2011 @ 9:50 am
It’s interesting how our tires are all the same but still so different. They’re all made of the same material and they’re all manufactured in the same fashion. But they all take us to different places, different destinations, and different worlds.
» Posted By Neha On 11.05.2011 @ 12:54 pm
I always wanted the perfect husband. Tall, dark, and handsome of course. One whose smile would light up the room but would still be shy when he was around me. One who knew exactly what to do whenever I didn’t. One who would take care of me in this world where nobody else would.
» Posted By Neha On 10.30.2011 @ 1:09 pm
I remember the way that spring felt on my skin. The wind was cooler and the sun was brighter. The air smelled fresh and all around me I saw the beautiful green.
» Posted By Neha On 10.12.2011 @ 8:12 pm
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There were stacks of papers everywhere. All around me, all I saw was words. My words, your words, inspired by all the things we had gone through when we were apart, when we were together, when we knew it wouldn’t last. The stacks reminded me and that’s why the stacks had to leave.
» Posted By Neha On 10.11.2011 @ 9:34 am