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Others. Christmas is all about others. Not yourself. What is it they say? To get joy, you should think of Jesus first, then others, then yourself. J, O, Y. Joy.
» Posted By Ophelia On 12.25.2016 @ 5:18 pm
Since then it was all I’d dreamed about. Just one time where I’d be able to sit alone on the beach or in the forest listening to the birds tell me how their day was. Since that moment where the water had washed over me and made me feel truly clean.
» Posted By Ophelia On 10.14.2012 @ 6:06 am
It was everything seemed so surreal; the splash of reality on her fragile face. delicate, soft, and broken.
» Posted By Ophelia On 03.30.2012 @ 1:59 am
We tend to capture images and photographs with our cameras. But how often do we actually capture them into our heads? How often, do we actually keep the essence of such moments after time has passed on… Life just goes by, as people do, and all we have is a moment, the present, although it could have been a lot more difficult when we relate to the past. If only we can capture every beautiful fragments in life…
» Posted By Ophelia On 03.28.2012 @ 7:18 pm
That rage that was surpassed any emotions within the human horizons. The feeling of betrayal, the influx of temper, the epitome of agony. How could one forgive? How could a victim find solace and sympathy towards a traitor who caused too much damage.
» Posted By Ophelia On 03.25.2012 @ 9:52 pm
“Amazing artifacts” she thought, until she realized that it was an object that her late father had sold to the pawn shop. What she didn’t know, was that it was a coin that was made in the 13th century. Shallow people these days, really.
» Posted By Ophelia On 03.25.2012 @ 5:23 am
One time my mother took me to a beauty pageant. She watched all the other little girls with awe in her eyes. When the first prize was given, she looked down at me in my mud covered converse and stained t shirt.
» Posted By Ophelia On 03.19.2012 @ 7:03 pm
crouched like a tiger he waits
patiently for me
and at the opportune moment he will strike.
devour me whole
for I was the naive lamb
who wandered into his den
& left myself open
to fall victim
to his salivating jaws
» Posted By Ophelia On 09.21.2011 @ 7:02 am
Remember her, you say
When you’ve forgotten
Remember to be happy
Remember to love
That’s what she’d say
Remember all the things
She’d want you to
Not just her
She’s more than a name
» Posted By Ophelia On 05.30.2011 @ 1:00 pm
Luxurious? Oh wow, I guess if something is luxurious it would be desirable. Something fancy, interesting, yeah. I like luxury. Luxury is. . . glamorous. Luxurious. Yeah.
» Posted By Ophelia On 04.17.2011 @ 8:57 am
She told me she wasn’t very good at sports. “I love running, though!” So i gave her a pair of trainers and an expanse of open land and she was off.
» Posted By Ophelia On 01.18.2011 @ 3:30 am
I was wishing you would come. I was wishing you’d walk through the door and every time it opened i held my breath and closed my eyes and said your name. I was wishing you woul be there when I opened them, smiling and walking towards me and grabbing my hand and kissing me. But when I opened my eyes there was just the door.
» Posted By Ophelia On 12.30.2010 @ 9:16 am
The lack of affection I feel towards certain people is remarkable. I know I should feel these deep bonds but I don’t. I’m empty.
» Posted By Ophelia On 11.27.2010 @ 10:20 am
recall your mother nature boy of my dreams
» Posted By ophelia On 04.26.2009 @ 5:36 pm
and before he could speak, she threw herself off the balcony, for she could no longer stand living in a world where social standing determind who she was allowed to marry.
» Posted By ophelia On 05.11.2009 @ 10:17 pm
the gravel over the grave represented the grating, rocky feeling that was left in my heart
» Posted By ophelia On 12.29.2008 @ 9:41 pm
give until it hurts, until it breaks your heart. then you’ll have two pieces instead of one. more to give away. break it again until you have millions of hearts to scatter around.
» Posted By ophelia On 12.25.2008 @ 8:56 pm
a tattoo on his arm showed a broken heart patched with a bandage. and I thought maybe I could be that bandage.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.01.2009 @ 7:09 pm
Remember has a lot of meanings to it, sometimes you will remember good things or sometimes bad things. Remembering helps futures.
» Posted By Ophelia On 01.31.2009 @ 4:26 pm
lock me up and I will break free. My mind cannot be contained.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.29.2009 @ 9:31 pm
It seems like too much work to become a princess. Cinderella went through years of emotional and physical abuse from her step family. Snow White narrowly escaped getting murdered. Sleeping Beauty was put in a coma for a hundred years. I think I’d rather stay the peasant girl.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.24.2009 @ 5:47 pm
dance to feel your body. to feel connected to those around you even if you dance to a different beat. rejoice in energy and life you command.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.18.2009 @ 5:31 pm
dionysus picked a grape off of his headress and rolled it around in his mouth.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.17.2009 @ 8:40 pm
the veins in the pit of my elbow are misleading. the red cross always misses them. the bruises always get attention.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.15.2009 @ 7:29 pm
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.13.2009 @ 5:27 pm
living in the now is the worst way to get over heartache.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.10.2009 @ 7:10 pm
nothing is simple. nothing is finite.
» Posted By ophelia On 01.08.2009 @ 4:57 pm
Holy shit! Holy has always been a funny word to me. It always makes me think of “holey”, like holey socks or holey cheese. But holy itself is a good word, too. Especially when used in expletive form.
» Posted By Ophelia On 04.08.2010 @ 4:34 pm
flutter bye bye birdiemed worthy of my lover’s spat in my eye
» Posted By ophelia On 04.03.2009 @ 3:30 pm
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bracelet me go to my head games we play with my heart break hotel
» Posted By ophelia On 03.30.2009 @ 6:03 pm