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it was so pricy how could a sad poor old woman like me afore this for her grandchildren she Loverde and cherished. she couldn’t and that was the point. they like it that way.
» Posted By Gwen On 07.06.2018 @ 11:36 am
life is too short to not have gaines the inportance of a rular
a student knows the true inportance of a rules
what a great thing to use to punish others
» Posted By gwen On 01.13.2016 @ 7:23 am
Thinking does not have to be an exact thing! Just, sit and let it happen! Go for it and see what happens! Let your thoughts flow as they will and where they might.
You could be surprised by what you think about!
From sunrise to sunset, your mind is going, and if you tried to keep the train of thought exact… you may go crazy!
» Posted By Gwen On 01.03.2016 @ 5:54 pm
I pledge allegiance to the fact that we don’t have to pledge anything anymore. It takes up time. It’s patriotic but I don’t care to spew that in my class every day. I have the right to love America whenever, why during school?
» Posted By Gwen On 10.03.2015 @ 8:32 pm
Just a little boy. Getting bruised and cruising gently through the bark with the pieces sticking into his feet like thorns. His mother picks out his shirts. His haircut is trimmed and non-insulting. He wants a mowhawk to impress everyone at school. And to be different. He doesn’t like going to church.
» Posted By Gwen On 09.17.2015 @ 6:17 pm
once there was a boy and his name was gonzolas montego. he had purple skin and had no friends. he was sad so he went to the amazing queen of the land and asked her if he could be her friend. She said no so he decided to flee from the castle. he finaly got back home.
» Posted By Gwen On 06.12.2013 @ 4:09 pm
once there was a flee and his name was gonzolas montego. he was a purple flee and had no friends. he was sad so he went to the amazing queen of the land and asked her if he could be her friend.
» Posted By Gwen On 06.12.2013 @ 4:06 pm
Signals, like traffic lights inform us what comes next. Go? Stop? Wait? Speed up? Interpretation is always subjective to perception. Whether or not a correct interpretation exists is dependent on one’s expected outcome.
» Posted By Gwen On 03.07.2013 @ 7:46 am
she claims that the only thing she did last night was go downstairs and have a drink, but the evidence proves otherwise. the funny thing about her story is, if she went to have a drink at nine fifteen pm than how would that explain the ace hardware receipt that fell from her purse? You see, the time her items were purchased from the store was nine seventeen pm. The closest hardware store to her house is at least 45 minutes away.
» Posted By gwen On 02.06.2013 @ 4:29 pm
she went north
her mother had told her
to find a man,
find a job
she found a threadbare rug
in the winter, she missed gathering dinner
she settled with what she was given
and finished her sweet-pea soup
like a good girl
» Posted By gwen On 01.12.2013 @ 3:04 pm
All the take-away shops are shut. Google is, as always, an option but the effort … The fridge contains an apple, two onions, and an empty box containing a single scrape of can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter. You could make a virtue of necessity – go to bed, meditate on today’s negative calorie count – but you haven’t the energy. You go to bed anyway.
» Posted By gwen On 12.20.2012 @ 6:10 am
sun setting on a patch of grass
the music from a bar
a girl whose shirt doesn’t fit
» Posted By gwen On 11.26.2012 @ 1:24 pm
sun setting on a patch of grass
the music from a bar
a girl who’s shirt doesn’t fit
» Posted By gwen On 11.26.2012 @ 1:20 pm
lines of white and black
rumpled ties and socks and shirttails
the hidden secrets of dark eyes
as they size up the prey
» Posted By gwen On 11.16.2012 @ 12:49 pm
swarms of mindless pods
they work for her.
» Posted By gwen On 11.15.2012 @ 2:27 pm
He had barely measure the distance between them when she got up and walked backwards out the door.
» Posted By Gwen On 11.15.2012 @ 5:52 am
she is cut in
as an ant is
» Posted By gwen On 11.14.2012 @ 1:31 pm
somebody is some one who’s made an impression upon another. i am a “somebody”.
» Posted By Gwen On 11.13.2012 @ 1:33 am
I draw the absence of light
I draw the absence of day
I draw in my breath
at the absence of air
can you be?
» Posted By gwen On 11.12.2012 @ 8:51 am
they were themselves,
crying over semi decimal points
and observations of boys and fruits
as two grains of rice
» Posted By gwen On 11.08.2012 @ 1:46 pm
He watches the coffin lowering into the hole, and there is rain coming down, scattering across the mahogany surface like pebbles. The stench of dirt and grass and his sister’s stockings is in his nostrils, but his face is blank, devoid, and he can think of no reaction that could match the quiet tears of the crowd, because he’s alone now, really, and his sister has a run in her stocking.
» Posted By Gwen On 10.15.2012 @ 8:35 pm
delicious and crisp, like a morning at the beach. New and unblemished. Up for grabs. Not left out to rot. Not forgotten
» Posted By gwen On 10.10.2012 @ 12:29 pm
She made a scene. It wasn’t a huge, all-out-in-the-light-of-day temper tantrum, but she was determined to make her exasperation clear to anyone within remote earshot.
» Posted By Gwen On 10.05.2012 @ 7:23 pm
Fear and desperation. The wanting for assistance in either an everyday task or a difficult journey. One of the most important aspects of life itself. Pain. Admittance to the need for human interaction. A major component of everyday life, either for a poor man or a rich man.
» Posted By Gwen On 09.26.2012 @ 3:59 pm
Blindness is for people who are close-minded and can’t see the beauty the world has to offer. Some people are more blind than others. I think love is blindness. That is why it is best to stay away from it.
» Posted By Gwen On 09.16.2012 @ 3:40 am
Detention is a funny thing. Some people enjoy the feeling of “bad assness” that comes with being there. Some hate it so much. Some are not even meant to be there, but have simply been in an unfortunate spot at the wrong time.
» Posted By Gwen On 07.06.2012 @ 7:07 pm
My heart is in fractuures, not the kind you can set or fix either. Pieces went everywhere, I’ll never get them all back. Maybe I’m not supposed to.
» Posted By Gwen On 06.22.2012 @ 5:28 am
sometimes i lose my temper. hot like temperature. tamper with my feelings. temperment.
temperpedic matress. temporal bone. temper.
» Posted By Gwen On 03.25.2012 @ 5:49 pm
Picnics, summer fun, they have a job and a purpose, just please don’t eat my sandwich. I can’t wait for summer!
» Posted By Gwen On 02.17.2012 @ 6:57 am
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Get one…need one…need a direction. Think I’m figuring it out. The clue is in my heart. Has been all along.
» Posted By Gwen On 02.15.2012 @ 6:11 am