Comments Posted By frances naude

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stolen

you have stolen from me. i dont know why. sometimes i want to steel though. i want to steel happiness from others. but i never want to take it away so that they feel less happy, i just wish i could feel what they feel. maybe i would steel it for a second and then give it right back. just for one moment to understand true happiness, so that i could know exactly what i am striving for.

» Posted By frances naude On 09.30.2013 @ 11:39 pm

polite

i like polite people. i think about girls in hats, sitting nicely, drinking tea. while this image may be a cliche, and maybe even pathetic, it is nice to know that some people actually learn to be polite at a young age. it’s a bummer that it doesn’t stick with most though… many a time, these little girls are the ones who end up being terrible to the others around them. i guess that high tea really is a facade that shows the true nature of people. to try to be polite is actually the rudest thing of all. in order to be genuinely polite, on must be genuinely good, and this is hard to come by.

» Posted By frances naude On 07.19.2013 @ 6:37 pm

tumble

tumble. i think of stupid, girls trying to look at things for hours hoping that what they see can soon be theirs. watching a screen gives them hope. ridiculous. but, i envy them. they can look at the screen and hope that one day, they can have the beautiful pictures they see. i just stare, knowing that it’s posed and not real…. i know the truth. the truth that the happiness in those pictures doesn’t exist, and i will always ben on the other side of the screen contemplating the idea that i can never have what they hope to.

» Posted By frances naude On 06.18.2013 @ 7:29 pm

female

i am a female. sometimes i marvel at my mind. males say that they can’t understand it. but let me tell you, males, that as a female, the female mind is still a mystery. we dont know what goes on in it anymore than you do. just a jumble of thoughts that result in a life… strange.

» Posted By frances naude On 12.31.2012 @ 12:08 pm

mystery

i stare at you and have no idea. your mystery intrigues me, kills me. i dont understand. kill me

» Posted By Frances Naude On 10.08.2011 @ 6:58 pm

cells

i dont like this one. i dont want to write about cells its gross to think about the inside of our body. but actually it shouldnt be because thats what keeps me alive. i want to stay alive. so actually thank you cells. im sorry i didnt want to write about you. i like you !!!

» Posted By Frances Naude On 06.21.2011 @ 3:24 pm

station

i get to the station. you arent there. i wait, you never come. i go home, cry for days; finally you call. something came up. i run back to you. we are happy. it happens again. i run back. again. i run back. again, and i still run back… god help me.

» Posted By Frances Naude On 06.14.2011 @ 8:36 pm

teacher

someone who:
mentors
cares
loves
feels
laughs
learns
pushes
accepts
understands
cherishes
demonstrates
speaks
listens
teaches

» Posted By Frances Naude On 06.09.2011 @ 3:25 pm

vodka

oh the wonderful substance. makes you feel amazing!!! though it actually is foolish to intentionally drink something that is going to change your personality and possibly make you deathly ill, everyone still drinks it… but who cares its worth it!
wow this is pathetic..

» Posted By Frances Naude On 05.15.2011 @ 10:17 am

wasteland

a desert wasteland. good? i think yes! some may see it as having no life, and while this may be true, we must see it as having a colossal amount of room to blossom into something beautiful!!

» Posted By Frances Naude On 05.13.2011 @ 4:11 pm

glowing

the glowing fireflies fly fast through the sky. they seem so peaceful though… why cant humans be this way? fast, yet still at peace. and not fast because we need to be, but fast because we want to live as much life as we can before our light goes out. before we stop glowing.

» Posted By Frances Naude On 05.12.2011 @ 3:07 pm

bones

the bones in my body ache when i see you. they shiver. get cold. why? im supposed to love you. you said you loved me. you dont love me. you love you. how can anyone love someone else and then hurt them like you hurt me. you make my bones shiver. you make them cold. you killed me.

» Posted By Frances Naude On 05.11.2011 @ 3:13 pm

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