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I was hiking in the mountains of iceland, delighting in the falling snow, the white leapords that peppered the field and I wondered if life could get any better. …. could it? as I laid on my back and gazed at the sky, marshmellows began floating down on me…. but they were softer than marshemellows, like cotton. Soft, and mellow….. they made me feel loved.
» Posted By Penelope On 01.11.2016 @ 9:23 pm
I really dislike studying. I’m not sure what it is about it but its just not the funniest thing to do, especially when you’d rather be drawing (like me). Studying for tests is one the the worst things ever! There is so much pressure put on yourself that you can’t think about or do anything else! And that’s why I hate studying.
» Posted By Penelope On 01.23.2015 @ 9:33 pm
She leaned on his shoulder as he held her tighter. It would be a tough road ahead. She kissed his cheek softly and then burrowed her face into his side, repeating over and over silently, “I am not alone, I am not alone, I am not alone…” as hot tears soaked into his dusty flannel shirt.
He said nothing, trying to be stoic for them both. To finally have the love of your life by your side was amazing, but it was hampered by the destruction all around them. The absurdity of it all was almost too much. His was painful swllow as he watched their city burn.
» Posted By Penelope On 09.11.2013 @ 8:15 pm
Calypso at the bottom of the sea in all her boiling rage, beckons to all her minions, “The time to surface is at hand.” Beware the red tides.
» Posted By Penelope On 08.12.2013 @ 11:34 pm
I should have known. But it was too hard to deny him. He never should have been able to hold it over me but now that I think about it I realize I must have been in love. In hopeless, foolish love with this man.
» Posted By Penelope On 01.07.2013 @ 11:18 pm
There was the piece on the floor and there were the people clamoring for more. She couldn’t let it happen without doing anything so she threw herself to the ground and raised her hands up, prepared to save the other half.
» Posted By Penelope On 08.21.2012 @ 1:47 pm
There were too many on the street. They filled it to the brim. Packed up, people were stifled from being able to move.
Money or let the little pigs be fat and cute as usual?
It was a conundrum they all had to resolve, each in their own time, under private quarters.
» Posted By Penelope On 08.13.2012 @ 7:28 pm
The statement was printed on pretty paper with a scalloped edge. Blue paisley with burgundy swirls. Pretty it up how you want, it was still good-bye. A disconnect notice. The end.
» Posted By Penelope On 07.27.2012 @ 11:10 am
a professional is someone who knows, knows it all, even though he doesnt. He just has to be in a place of mind for wich the stars align and for that exact moment he knows what he wants to say and portray to his subjects.
» Posted By Penelope On 03.05.2012 @ 5:34 pm
the leaving behind of a period of sleep to a new period or state of consciousness. the onset of awareness.
» Posted By Penelope On 10.23.2011 @ 2:10 pm
bars seem like a lot of fun but clubs seem like more fun to me. they seem so enticing to me because they won’t let me in. one time i went to a bar and it was disappointing. i heard about someone i know who went to bars to drink alone and that sounded cool and romantic to me but, in reality, i know that it is not really cool or romantic. bars are romanticized. alcohol is romanticized.
» Posted By penelope On 09.08.2011 @ 1:49 pm
hope lost opportunities grab it now! Did I have a chance? Of course I did. The saying ‘you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone’ rings in my ears. What made me need to escape (& more than once)?
I justified two divorces – altho’ I recognised it wasmy fault too.
» Posted By Penelope On 08.28.2011 @ 1:57 pm
i painted on the canvas the most beautiful picture in the galaxy, and then the dark fucker slashed it with his eyelashes, until the canvas bled inky black tears of death into the mouth of my brother’s lover. i fell asleep at the wheel.
» Posted By penelope On 08.07.2011 @ 3:48 pm
I don’t know what this word means.
Does it mean to wander? Or wave a hand? Waver about? I have no clue.
NO. I don’t know. Should I look it up…? Mrs.Tremblay would tell me to look waver up if i didn’t know
» Posted By Penelope On 05.07.2011 @ 3:45 pm
This website is fairly obsolete, considering I only found it using stumbleupon. Not sure why I’m writing this paragraph, which I’m sure will soon be obsolete. O-B-S-O-L-E-T-E. Almost done…and…DONE.
» Posted By Penelope On 04.12.2011 @ 10:10 pm
To be trusted, to be respected and held in the embrace of the intimacy named friendship? Trust is to hold the sentiments and artifacts of a mind besides your own, and to be held responsible and obliged to hold them and protect them as if they are your own.
» Posted By Penelope On 03.31.2011 @ 9:44 am
To hold yourself higher, though all men are created equal. It is just a word, another word that separates man from man and beast from creature. They multiple themselves in opportunity just like the x in their name, an abstract concept of strange authority.
» Posted By Penelope On 03.30.2011 @ 7:37 am
Chocolate banna smothie. In a glass, sitting on a table. Slowly melting on a warm spring day. A child runs up and takes a sip. A little dribble runs down her chin.
» Posted By Penelope On 02.15.2011 @ 11:11 pm
radioactivity, mutations. nothing good about that. don’t expect sympathy from anyone else either, because they’ll be suffering from the same thing and can’t help you. gruesome, gruesome… there’s nothing else worse really. and nothing will grow, so you’ll probably starve. nice way to go.
» Posted By Penelope On 06.16.2010 @ 10:00 am
i HATE when i am denied things that I want. I also hate when children deny that they have done something (aka lie)…just tell the dang truth chillen
» Posted By penelope On 11.27.2008 @ 7:02 pm
the solstice brings a whirling rushing close, a salacious beginning, you me hands fire something in the air ice crystals or leaves i can’t tell and we’re running and running and running and the earth is running the other way
» Posted By penelope On 12.22.2008 @ 10:49 am
And she asked me Where are you going?
And I said To the skies.
And she said Then dear where are you’re wings?
And I said
» Posted By Penelope On 10.10.2008 @ 8:49 pm
There I am, there I will forever be; plastered to the background, held up against the beauty of wildflower. I am wallflower.
» Posted By Penelope On 09.12.2008 @ 11:31 pm
flower sunshine mood is happy and camping ona mountain. I remember when I used to pick daisies as a kid. I always ran for them the minute that i got out of the car in a park. Make headbands or bracelets out of them. Even a necklace.
daisies are right next to a sunflower, the brightest of all flowers and my favorite. It makes me smile to get one or a bunch from someone.
» Posted By Penelope On 06.12.2008 @ 12:17 pm
i like spot. Spot is an imaginary dog and specifically, he’s a golden retriever. He likes to play outside and swim in the bathtub. The bathtub isn’t big enough but, he likes to do it anyway. We got Spot last summer and it was the best day of both of our lives. I love him to death
» Posted By Penelope On 01.14.2010 @ 7:44 pm
the dark of the night was the worst for me It was hard to breathe, hard to live under the light. Kill my soul, kill the lights, kill my mind. For all the sad moments, it scares me. It terrified me to see…
» Posted By Penelope On 11.24.2009 @ 11:36 am
pizza. with tons of toppings. extravagant. the biggest and best there is. large. fat man. super important. super extreme. to the largest extent.
» Posted By Penelope On 12.21.2009 @ 2:18 am
there’s a bunny outside my house, probably. except i havent yet seen it. but there are other woodland creatures so i dont see why there wouldnt be some sort of bunny. there are certainly enough bunnies in the world for there to be one in my neck of the woods. i mean, why not?
» Posted By Penelope On 03.28.2010 @ 7:42 pm
hook. what is it? what does it mean? I do not know what others think of the word. To some, it means the pleasure of a peaceful fishing trip, to others it may cause thoughts of being caught, trapped, or it may even be addiction, but I’ll never know.
» Posted By Penelope On 02.21.2010 @ 12:06 pm
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the hook of a fishing line comes down to capture the lonely, helpless fish, who despise of this horrific way to capture food. The hook is involved with many nightmares of death, fright and horror. Or, it could help you fly…
» Posted By Penelope On 02.21.2010 @ 12:04 pm