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She was devestated. Never in her life had she thought that she would have to face such tremendous loss. she felt a mixture of shock and anger.anger at herself. she could have prevented this outcome. she could have made things turn less terrible. but she had just standed there, dumb struck, unable to move. she had watched a tragedy happen. she had let that tragedy happen. she had no right to be sad. it was all her fault, that now her little sister was about to die at such a young age in this hospital.
» Posted By violet On 02.05.2018 @ 4:34 am
The host we’re we were staying was great.the food she provided was excellent and she was very friendly
» Posted By Violet On 07.23.2017 @ 4:21 am
I have a good host where i am staying and she is fantastic,the food she provides is great.
» Posted By Violet On 07.23.2017 @ 4:15 am
My high pitched alarm forced its way into my dream as my subconscious story teller gave way to the realities of the world. My eyelids struggled to lift, but revealed the soft hues of sunlight dancing across my bedroom floor.
» Posted By Violet On 11.07.2016 @ 1:43 pm
The constant buzz she kept hearing was from distant soul’s cry. So Lived the strangers under the same roof in the name of husband and wife. 3rd
» Posted By violet On 06.20.2015 @ 9:45 pm
One on the other
getting me higher and higher
you were always an octave lower then the rest
but i never cared.
» Posted By violet On 06.16.2015 @ 4:14 pm
Boot camp, summer camp, fat camp, all this damn camps, trying to cram everyone together in a constricted environment, working together to achieve a goal, why can’t world leaders stop selling their souls and do the same? A government camp perhaps?
» Posted By Violet On 02.14.2015 @ 5:22 pm
We chase it, we work all our lives to achieve it; from cradle to grave. Your first word, your first step, your first completion of the phonetics, means enrollment to nursery, from nursery to primary, to university, to that dream job, that pays well. Wealth…we chase it but are never really satisfied after we acquire it.
» Posted By Violet On 02.13.2015 @ 2:05 pm
You’re sitting at the local coffee shop, the one just outside your house, the one the handsome man with the stubble never fails to visit. You know, because you wake up at 6:30 am everyday just to see him grab his morning treasure. The one with smell, so well textured, sandwiches so well made and cakes so well baked, especially the velvet ones. Its enticing vicinity leaves you wanting more every time. Perhaps one day, you’ll meet the guy with the stubble, and his lips might taste just as good as the velvet cakes…maybe even better.
» Posted By Violet On 02.12.2015 @ 4:14 pm
The moment when you wake up, mind fluttered, trying to keep track of the night you’ve had. Arms searching for his presence, his gaze entices the softest and hardest parts of your body. He is enticing.
» Posted By Violet On 02.12.2015 @ 4:04 pm
We were drowning. We were drowning. We were drowning. And then there you were. The only person I knew who could swim; the only person I knew who could save my life. I never knew how you did it, but you always did. You took a deep breath and you dove and you lived, and that was all I ever wanted.
» Posted By Violet On 03.13.2014 @ 4:57 pm
The border of life and death is a thin line. Nobody sees it coming, nobody understands it. You never know if today is your last day alive or not and nobody else knows either. Your entire life is left in the hands of God and you are trusting that when you die, something completely new will be on the other side.
» Posted By Violet On 11.05.2013 @ 6:01 pm
Sons weren’t hard to take care of, so my mother tells me. She says that all they are interested in until puberty is video games and violence. She says that when they do become full-blown teenagers, that’s when they start getting horny and thinking about girls way too much. I absolutely agree. My brother isn’t like most boys, he’s real nice and he isn’t all that horny or anything. He’s just right. My mother sure did raise us kids right. I’m lucky that I’m only her second daughter.
» Posted By Violet On 08.09.2013 @ 5:21 pm
Plagues are an evil thing and people usually think about them Biblically. In my mind, i’m plagued by many things. I’m plagued by sorrow. Like a Biblical plague, it is a curse. You feel abandoned and unable to survive. It is the worst. it feels like a punishment.
» Posted By Violet On 03.31.2013 @ 1:32 pm
When he smiles, he shows me a tiny part of himself. A tiny piece of his soul. I can tell he’s being honest because of the glint in his eye, and the hesitancy in his voice. I want to be everything to him, the way he is everything to me.
» Posted By Violet On 12.27.2012 @ 7:33 pm
“Be patient,” came the mother. “You’ll see soon enough.”
“Be patient,” said her son. “Nothing will stop you.”
“Be patient,” said the hunter. “Or you’ll never get the catch.”
And I was patient and I was patient but nothing came of the curling leaves.
Nothing came of the shadows.
Nothing came of the tall, blooming trees.
They had run from me
» Posted By violet On 12.14.2012 @ 3:02 am
the past is a place we’ll never be able to visit, except in the memories we create at the moment. The past can be a place behind you, a person who you’ll never forget, or a time you’ll want to hold on to forever. Don’t let the past make you sad, let it make you happy in the nostalgia that lives in all of us. It’s a good place to hang out.
» Posted By Violet On 11.29.2012 @ 8:58 am
I was sitting in my room wondering what to do next.
I had just finished reading 50 Shades of Porn and all I could think of was…
Why the hell did this woman give this man such an emo past.
I mean seriously. what the hell?!
Yes I know it was originally started as Twilight Fanfiction…
and I could see the similarities…
» Posted By Violet On 11.28.2012 @ 8:53 pm
I smile as I watched him paint. He took all sorts of color and splattered them on the canvas. All of them mixed together created something amazing.
“Do you like?” he picked up the canvas and showed it to me. I hadn’t realized that the painting he was drawing was a portrait of us.
“I love it,” I said as I stared into his dreamy eyes “how do you paint so beautifully?” I questioned longing for the ability to make something so beautiful.
» Posted By violet On 11.14.2012 @ 10:07 am
lies near the river. somebody
sings to the sky.
» Posted By violet On 11.12.2012 @ 8:11 pm
By somebody I mean nobody. And By that I mean Everybody. What I really mean is that it is definitely someone in particular. Maybe even someone special. No, no, no, no! It’s absolutely nobody. Just a friend, you could say. A stupid, weird, irritating friend. I barely think of this friend, in case you were thinking otherwise. He’s absolutely nobody…but possibly everything! Oh, shut up brain! I swear I’ve never met that man in my life. Please ignore my confused mind. It is hard to convince yourself your feelings when your head refuses to listen. Well let’s try this again. sighhhhh. This somebody might actually be the devil reincarnated and I hate him with all my heart but for some reason he’s stuck in my head.
» Posted By Violet On 11.12.2012 @ 6:58 pm
The ground is hard. As I crash down and hit my face. “Ow!” I yelp I sit up but then fall back down. Pain is all I feel. It shoots through me, and All I see is the ground, now the light white carpet laying on the floor has turned red. I can’t see straight, everything shakes and my sister starts running toward me. To help me but then, I tumble to the ground, again.
» Posted By violet On 11.06.2012 @ 10:07 am
I have the mass of the worlds on my shoulders and it feels, well, more than amazing, as if I could never, ever leave the earth unbound. I wish the mass of the world was upon my back, therefore I could make the decisions to heal and worship to love and to honor with blood and life. To wonder at the awe inspiring events of past eons. I have the heavy weight of it inside of my soul and heart, sapping at the strength of my chest to even breathe. It weighs me down till I am nothing more than shriveled up.
» Posted By Violet On 10.08.2012 @ 5:03 pm
the breath of life is breathed into man and we live to breathe again we cannot live without breath so it is waiting for us where we stand
» Posted By Violet On 09.28.2012 @ 10:55 am
I pulled them out of my pocket and immediately began to tug fiercely at them. Why the fuck do I even bother to wrap them tidily.
» Posted By Violet On 09.09.2012 @ 7:32 am
I refuse to believe that this is it. I know that the past few days have been harsh on me, and I know that I’m not going to do well in the tests that I’ve taken recently and /she/’s going to beat me in everything. She’s most likely going to boast about it too. But I refuse to think that I’m any worse than she is, because I’m not. I’m better. I have the potential.
…I just need more sleep.
» Posted By Violet On 08.28.2012 @ 6:19 am
Chains seem restrictive. You’re chained up in a jail cell. You’re chained to your past, unable to get free. You’re chained up with no sense of freedom at all. Chains just remind you of how freedom really is important. Without freedom, one might even say that you’re nothing. Chains rattle, they make noise when you try to escape them. That doesn’t mean that you should stop trying to break free, though.
» Posted By Violet On 08.26.2012 @ 1:40 am
The side of a plate probably has cutlery. The sides of where I’m sitting right now are cluttered with textbooks, workbooks and stationery, actually. Looking forward all the time might not always be the best, I suppose. I guess that sometimes, we have to stop and enjoy the view we get in life. Sometimes, instead of looking straight ahead, we have to look to the sides.
» Posted By Violet On 08.25.2012 @ 9:43 am
This is a secret. No one knows what it is or what it’s about. Hey, did you know that there is a kpop girl band called Secret? Yeah, cool right? I wish I was in a kpop band. Or could sing in korean. Or could sing at all. I used to sing but I had to take this medicine because I was sick and it made my voice go all weird.
» Posted By Violet On 08.04.2012 @ 2:32 am
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Recycle recycle thoughts ideas what is new? Not sure. How much of life is Shakespeare? Is any story real? All recycled. reinvented. Reanimated. New but old. Upcycled? Recycled, upcycled, reused, all again and again and again and again.
» Posted By Violet On 03.11.2012 @ 12:57 pm