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I could not stop. I screamed and screamed. Why did it happen? How did it happen? Why could I not stop? I screamed again. Silently, angrily. At anything that would cross my eyeline. Why? Then I realised, not one was listening.

» Posted By Priscilla On 09.13.2014 @ 2:19 pm


She could feel it that inky feeling spreading through her body as she slumped against the tree watching the dark haired man walk into the darkness of the forest. I’ll miss you.

» Posted By priscilla On 04.29.2014 @ 8:21 pm


Sarah avoided her homework like a plague. Even though she should’ve done it in the first place, now was not the time to regret.

» Posted By Priscilla On 03.21.2014 @ 9:26 pm


The ship’s horn broke into the bustling city’s atmosphere as the newlyweds waved to their friends and family goodbye

» Posted By priscilla On 10.07.2013 @ 3:43 pm


Petra saw her child in that crib sleep was sleeping like a baby well her child was a baby, a baby that was

» Posted By Priscilla On 09.28.2013 @ 3:50 pm


my palms are sweaty from keeping a tight grip on the controller. Other players screaming loud in my ear from the head set “COVER ME” “GO LEFT”. Nothing but the sound of gun shots and screaming. Tension is created from the frustrated of losing after a long, bloody match. Sweat forms on my forehead. My mother tries to say something but my ears and eyes are focused on the television screen before me

» Posted By Priscilla On 07.15.2013 @ 1:41 pm


here, now
i can do what i want even if there will be consequences
taken for granted
what can i do to make use of what i have
is it what i need even though its there

» Posted By Priscilla On 12.12.2012 @ 7:20 am


I can’t breath under the water.
Take a deep breath when you feel nervous.

» Posted By priscilla On 09.27.2012 @ 4:37 pm


money hard earned savings wall street policy insurance credit cards high roller bankers party crash crisis fraud the rich only get richer taxes interests booze sex and fast cars atm american express japanese bank

» Posted By priscilla On 08.14.2012 @ 4:32 am


drama. chicks always have them. to be in a pickle. what to choose. always on your brain.

» Posted By Priscilla On 05.28.2012 @ 2:59 pm


Sleeve. In elementary school these were a must for me, because other wise I felt like a whore. Not that I knew what a whore was it’s just I felt so dirty like everyone was staring at my if my shoulders were showing, like i was nasty for wearing such revealing clothes to school.

» Posted By Priscilla On 12.15.2011 @ 1:13 pm

It overs my shoulders. I remember back in elementary school I had to be wearing clothes with sleeves. I remember if my shoulders were showing i felt like a whore for some reason, not that I knew what a whore was I just felt really dirty, like everyone was staring at me for wearing such revealing clothes.

» Posted By priscilla On 12.15.2011 @ 1:01 pm



» Posted By Priscilla On 11.08.2011 @ 9:48 am


the shepherd tried so hard to keep his sheep in line but could not do it without the help of his dogs. they were missing for 3 days now. he was helpless with out them. he didnt realize how much they helped.

» Posted By priscilla On 10.25.2011 @ 6:39 pm


This screen is dull. Dull is made-up of four letters, one being a vowel. My hair is dull. Backwards it spells llud. Which guess isn’t a word. If you exchange the letter u for an I you spell dill, like a dill pickle,

» Posted By Priscilla On 10.17.2011 @ 4:24 pm


The power to stand up for something. Stand up for your life; however you choose to live it. No one can tell you to stop it. It will come to an end on its own.

» Posted By Priscilla On 10.11.2011 @ 10:18 pm


there was no almost, no between or grey. there was only right or wrong, or yes or no, or damned. sometimes you’re just not sure. pretend.

» Posted By priscilla On 10.04.2011 @ 5:36 pm


I will have an account on life. In it I will save all my memories and deposit my keepsake moments. I will be able to take out any memory an relive it.

» Posted By Priscilla On 09.14.2011 @ 8:49 pm


so much has been taken away from us. information has been hidden, images have been altered. so much hidden by being clipped away.

» Posted By Priscilla On 09.09.2011 @ 8:49 pm


salt. beach water consists this, and if it didn’t the beach would be much more enjoyable. french fries consists this, and if it didn’t the french fries would be less enjoyable. guess salt will have its good times and its bad times. salt.

» Posted By Priscilla On 09.02.2011 @ 8:25 pm


A thin yarn used for sewing. May be used to heal wounds, such as cuts, yet can’t be used to heal an emotion. If it could I’m sure everyone would want to use it.

» Posted By Priscilla On 08.16.2011 @ 10:42 am

Thread reminds me of my mother. My mother used to sew me clothes growing up. She loved it and I always had the cutest sundresses.. Mind you, Im 19 years old and that made me one of few with home made clothes in school in the late 90’a. But It was awesome and spawned my love for hippies and crafty like vintage/retro things. :)

» Posted By Priscilla On 08.15.2011 @ 8:49 pm


Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more you open the door and you’re here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.

Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime and never go till we’re one.

This word reminded me of this song.

» Posted By Priscilla On 08.13.2011 @ 4:16 pm


silence. Muse means peaceful silence in my mind. Your brain eventually JUST needs muse. <3

» Posted By Priscilla On 07.29.2011 @ 5:04 pm


Violnce is the demon who leads society into self-infliction. suicide unseen to the grave but very much so to us. Only we do not know what we see because we have not thought of a name for we do not know that it is part of a definition.

» Posted By Priscilla On 07.21.2011 @ 10:49 am


To be entirely honest, I’ve lied about every interesting ‘event’ that’s ever happened in my life. If I were honest, my life would be a wreck. I’m not honest, so that I do not collapse. Honesty, like most virtues, is over-rated.

» Posted By Priscilla On 07.01.2011 @ 12:05 am


More intense than the rushing waves of the beach we visited last summer. More intense than your thousand horsepower convertible that we took that late night drive in. More intense than the snowstorm that had me calling you for hours.
More intense than all of that was our first kiss.
So intense and yet so gentle, that it blew me away.
And I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

» Posted By Priscilla On 06.22.2011 @ 10:32 pm


He embraced me.
That’s what he did. I’d spent the whole ride thinking about what to call the simple action he’d done upon seeing me, and as I stepped out of the taxi, I finally found the word for it.
It was an embrace.
More than a simple hug. A true embrace that meant more than I could comprehend.

» Posted By Priscilla On 06.13.2011 @ 11:25 am


pencil, paint, art, the kindergarden wonderfull life is back. Don’t ask me why or when… but your innerchild will jump and kiss you after this.

» Posted By priscilla On 06.06.2011 @ 11:53 am


there was a backpack i used to take to school every day one day my friend wrote weed in it and i got in a lot of trouble because the pricipal found it and thought that it was me who wrote it. i ended up getting a bunch of saturday schools. the same friend ended up stealing my backpack and selling it for weed, how ironic right? i dont talk to her much anymore allthough i wish i did, but shes just not the same as she used to be. drugs change people. :(

» Posted By priscilla On 06.01.2011 @ 4:08 pm

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