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entrance

The word entrance means when someone enters the room.
“The Queen made a grand entrance into the room.”
It is when someone walks in to any place.

» Posted By Mady On 10.17.2012 @ 3:47 pm

bury

The word bury means that you dig a hole and get something to put in that hole, and cover it up. Dogs usually do that with bones or other items you may find that dogs like. Wombats are called the “Bulldozers of the Bush” because they dig so many holes. That is my explanation on the word bury and that is as much as I know about that word.

» Posted By Mady On 10.15.2012 @ 9:55 pm

vote

youre a slut just like your mother. thats not the only reason, just the only one we’re telling you. it might damage your poorly built confidence. who gives a fuck. youre out of our club.

» Posted By mady On 10.01.2012 @ 3:53 am

together

i dont know anything anymore. i dont know what we’re even doing. i dont like you anymore but youre holding on so tight i dont know how to make you let go without making you fall. i’m so sorry.

» Posted By mady On 09.17.2012 @ 8:21 pm

binding

his hands held mind and i didnt want to be the one to let go first. i hate endings like these, where he’s so lost in me and i’m so lost in something bigger. i dont want to be stuck here. i dont want to be trapped. i want to be something better than this, i want to get out of this town.

» Posted By mady On 09.10.2012 @ 2:46 pm

spa

i hate her hands and the way she smells and i can hardly breathe. who thought this was a good idea? get your feet off my back, and get you hands off my neck. i want to go home.

» Posted By mady On 09.10.2012 @ 5:07 am

flex

she can’t move the way she use to. what kindof word is this even gslkgjskljgljk.

» Posted By mady On 09.07.2012 @ 9:01 pm

existence

She smiled in the face of the wind.

Her hair blew, and she was happy.

The young girl breathed, arms open and dress billowing about her legs. She hadn’t known that it would be this wonderful. This… this life. Existence.

She had dreamed of it for millennia, but only now it had come to her.

» Posted By Mady On 09.07.2011 @ 6:05 pm

succeed

I don’t know whether I have succeeded or not.
I told her. I told her everything. Flushed. Flushed right down to the pit of my soul.
All of my feelings, I told her.

I can’t feel my heart beating. I’m holding my breath. I still don’t know.

I still don’t know.

I still don’t know…

» Posted By Mady On 08.17.2011 @ 4:23 pm

thread

It lay across my lap, but I did not move it.
It had not been touched in a number of years. I had never decided to begin to weave my tale.
The pages were open, but they were empty. I had not written a word, not spun the thread. I needed to start again.
The words could be pouring from my heart. They used to. I had to finish it. I had to pour my heart out. I had to keep weaving the thread in and out of the fabric of the world in which I had created.

» Posted By Mady On 08.16.2011 @ 7:10 am

forgetting

I forget things all the time but no one believes me when I tell them I forgot.Classic.

» Posted By Mady On 06.07.2011 @ 12:08 pm

painted

Painted.A picture.Something hanging in someones house.Van Gogh. Creative usually. You can paint a room. “I painted my room yesterday”.I can’t think of anything else for this verb.

» Posted By Mady On 06.06.2011 @ 12:54 pm

plaid

Plaid.Plaid plaid plaid. One of the ugliest patterns someone could wear. We all know your a country boy if you’re wearing plaid. Stop wearing the plaid kilts and put on some underwear, will you? Plaid. The only time it’s okay for red and green to be together on a shirt. No, don’t tuck that shirt in, please. Your beer belly looks big enough without your shirt tucked in. You usually see a guy wearing plaid, coming out of a big ole truck with his cowboy hat on and his cowboy boots. But of course that’s down south. I’m an east coast girl. Born and raised in the North. We don’t wear PLAID up here. Only if it’s on a fashionable t-shirt. Maybe Hollister or Abercrombie & Fitch, i don’t know. Plaid is ugly when it’s on your shoes. It’s uglier when your pants are plaid. That’s the biggest fashion no-no as far as I’m concerned. Dear world, stop wearing plaid. Who cares about the zombie apocalypse? They’ll run away when they see you in plaid,honey.

» Posted By Mady On 06.05.2011 @ 4:28 pm

determined

Determination.

It’s something I’m pretty sure I don’t have. I’m not determined. I just don’t care. I don’t want her anymore.
She’s not worth it. She’s just not. I’m not determined to have her hand held in mine… to have her blue eyes look lovingly only to me. Nope.
I’m not.
I don’t care.
Determination is something I just don’t have; especially not for her.

» Posted By Mady On 04.08.2011 @ 9:49 am

strength

I am woman. I am strong.
I can do all that the man can do. The man that tossed me into the trash. The man that took me for granted and threw me to the curb. I have as much strength as he. I have more.
He cannot hurt me.
I am woman. I am strong.
He cannot hurt me.

» Posted By Mady On 04.05.2011 @ 6:27 pm

plans

She said no. I had all of these plans… All of them.
But she said no.

I did it like it was supposed to be done. I got down on one knee. I pulled it out. The ring… it was so gorgeous. And she still said no.

No.

No.

All of my plans. I repeat them over and over again in my head. No.

» Posted By Mady On 04.04.2011 @ 7:10 am

shape

Curves. That’s all it was.
Curves.
I loved curves. The way she moved around, it was as if the ocean tides were pulling back and forth, back and forth at her. She was not controlling this body. A body given by a god. No, the earth was controlling it. She let go. It was the shape of life, the shape of the god-given curves, the shape of lust.
I could not contain it. I never could.

» Posted By Mady On 03.20.2011 @ 6:21 am

bench

Flat white painted…usually in a park. Once Johnny Deep sat on one of these in a movie with a little boy lying underneath it. I don’t like to sit on these…it’s too cold to sit outside here.

» Posted By mady On 02.23.2011 @ 10:13 pm

microphone

Perhaps it was the way that she held it. Or maybe it was the way the light hit her face every time she moved. I didn’t know, but she was beautiful.
She was beautiful beyond belief. And that microphone… when she held it to her lips, it was like hell would freeze over. Everything else was no longer important. AIDS, earthquakes, Bono… nothing. She was the only thing. Only her and her microphone.

» Posted By Mady On 02.14.2011 @ 5:02 am

indistinct

I wasn’t there. I mean, I was, but I didn’t feel like I was. I wasn’t important. I didn’t feel important. They walked by me, just walked by me. They’re eyes were focused on one another’s, glittering, giggly eyes.
I just downcast my own, sad, dull eyes. Looked at me shoes. I was indistinct and unimportant, and I always was.

» Posted By Mady On 08.28.2010 @ 8:37 pm

moon

I looked up and saw nothing but the glowing outline of the moon. It was a new moon that night, but I could still see where the moon was. It’s outline was beautiful.
I turned my head, reaching my hand out for something that wasn’t there. The one that I loved, with all of my heart, was just an outline.

» Posted By Mady On 08.27.2010 @ 7:34 pm

eternally

Forever and ever. Eternally we are bonded. That’s what I told you, laced up in white, and you, opposite me in black.

It was a lie, though.

Eternity is a lie. I can’t do it anymore. My life isn’t anything anymore. It’s an empty shell. I have to leave. I pick up the suitcase by the door, and blow you one last kiss. Eternally was a lie.

» Posted By Mady On 08.16.2010 @ 2:29 pm

delight

I looked at it and smiled. I couldn’t believe it was finally here.
I was overjoyed. Delighted. Just ecstatic that it was finally here.

The 64 pack of crayons that I had been hoping for since I was little. It came with a sharpener and everything.

I love crayons. And there are so many colors. I have the rainbow in the palm of my hand.

» Posted By Mady On 08.15.2010 @ 6:53 pm

sponge

I am a sponge. I am young, moldable, pliable, and I will soak up everything that is told to me.

Mathematics: I remember. Sciences, I also remember. English, Social Studies. But I also remember the other things.

The insults, the horrible things said to me and those around me. The physical and emotional bruises, cuts, burns, will soak into my pores; and I can never forget them.

» Posted By Mady On 08.11.2010 @ 12:22 pm

flashback

I looked in the mirror, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His hands on my face… his hands in my hair, on my cheeks, holding me, grasping me.

I couldn’t stop thinking. The flashback… it wouldn’t leave me alone. I never wanted to think about this again. But it was only a flash.

And when the flash was over, I missed it.

» Posted By Mady On 08.09.2010 @ 10:42 pm

none

Yesterday I went to the supermarket looking for cherries and they had none. So I went to another supermarket and found they had none either. i was left wanting cherries and with none in me belly

» Posted By mady On 08.03.2010 @ 10:43 am

chaos

It was chaos. All of it.
I looked around me, and could see nothing but leveled buildings for miles around. You know how the flat land levels off, and curves after 5 miles and you can’t see it anymore? That was happening.
In the city I used to love.

What happened? I didn’t know. I looked at my hands, and all I could see was mottled, burned flesh, and the blood from those around me. What happened?

» Posted By Mady On 07.06.2010 @ 7:56 pm

salute

He looked at me as he passed. I was thankful for the hand that covered the right corner of my eyebrow. It granted me the right to see in the beating sun.
He looked at me, and I saw the corners of his mouth move. Like… a smile.
A smile.
I stood straighter, and I forced myself not to smile; I was his, I thought, and I ordered my arms.

» Posted By Mady On 07.02.2010 @ 6:31 am

trend

I didn’t know what was happening. It wasn’t my fault, was it?
No. They looked at me with such disgust.
I wasn’t anything different.
I was their child.
But no, I didn’t have the blonde hair, the blue eyes that they wanted.

Nothing.

No fixation, no cleanliness, no perfect genes.
Nothing.
And I didn’t get to see anything but my mother’s face, and the cement below from the second story window.

» Posted By Mady On 06.30.2010 @ 1:30 pm

science

i hate science. chemistry, physics, biology. i hate them. hate them all. rawr. science sucks to the core. you know why? cuz i kept failing no matter how hard i studied for it. lol. hmph. go die.

» Posted By mady On 06.07.2010 @ 10:58 am

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