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waitress

my job, my undesired yet desired job.Does it define me as a person or does it define me for others?

» Posted By Sandra On 09.30.2017 @ 9:50 am

elm

elm tree. West elm. It’s an expensive store for rich white people. There was a nightmare on this street. But my favorite elm is by far Elm-o. Whelm. helm. mel. lemon. lemonade I can’t.

» Posted By Sandra On 05.02.2016 @ 8:33 pm

hamburger

I love hamburguer with fried potatoes!! I use to put it with catchup, some tomatoes, mustard and lettuce!

» Posted By Sandra On 04.29.2016 @ 12:41 pm

bullets

Bullets are my life. They distill everything down into short bites that I can easily digest when I am trying to remember all of the things that I have to remember. Recall doesn’t work when there are too many words on the page. Bullets make it easy. Bullets make it doable.

» Posted By Sandra On 04.05.2016 @ 8:34 am

point

Point of view is important, leads to self discovery. A point on a needle, a pen, to show direction.

» Posted By Sandra On 01.23.2016 @ 5:18 pm

round

A circle, a shape, a balloon, life is a full circle, birthday cake

» Posted By Sandra On 01.15.2016 @ 11:58 am

olive

Olive oil used for healing. Jesus always went to garden pray under olive tree. I think of healing and peace with olive.

» Posted By sandra On 12.31.2014 @ 8:31 am

delirious

Whenever you wrap your arms around me, I am delirious. The thoughts in my head just swirl around and I can’t even begin to form a coherent sentence. You make everything fade away. It is a feeling that I’ve never before experienced, this delirium of love. I never want it to end.

» Posted By Sandra On 11.15.2014 @ 10:54 am

merciful

Sometimes you find that the people who are supposed to be merciful really aren’t. Parent, clergy, friends – none of them seem to give the understanding and support that they should. But the one person who is merciful, who looks past your errors, will always be there for you.

» Posted By Sandra On 09.20.2014 @ 9:10 pm

sultry

The air was sultry, the way one might imagine the Bayou to feel in the mid-summer. There was an intense feeling between them, as if electricity was arching off of their bodies and toward one another. There was nothing more they could do to contain their passion. Even if it was a mistake, even if it hurt later, they decided to act on the urges that had been growing.

» Posted By Sandra On 05.27.2014 @ 12:45 pm

quest

I went on a quest,
saw a knight on a white horse,
and we drove off to the sunset.

» Posted By sandra On 12.23.2013 @ 10:13 pm

pursuit

I´m always looking for the pursuit of happiness . Great Word to talk about. Pursuit of love, harmony, work , satisfaction,

» Posted By Sandra On 12.07.2013 @ 8:32 am

transmission

it wasnt that he didnt understand what she was saying. he heard her perfectly and he unterstood every single word. it was the combination which did not make any sense. “i dont love you anymore” what was that supposed to mean? something mustve gone wrong from her mouth to his ears.

» Posted By Sandra On 09.22.2013 @ 7:32 am

manifest

is to show to others to demonstrate something. It is to shower your knowledge or what you know to impress people. Manifestation can be how something comes out from your mind like your ideas. A manifestation can be an effect of something like a rise in the number of pests can lead to disease.

» Posted By sandra On 07.05.2013 @ 5:53 am

wrath

A deadly companion whom I spend much of my time with
I spend the other half with despair, not much excitement there

Wrath however is venomous,
It needs no camouflage , it needs for no invitation

Never asks for an introduction
You know exactly “who” when he walks through your door

[I am paying the price, I cowered behind a mask
I have settled inside a body in which I do not belong

I may or may not be running out of time
But soon I will know]

Until then Wrath will keep me company
and when there is no Wrath, despair will fill the air

» Posted By Sandra On 06.13.2013 @ 1:10 pm

flee

To escape.. to flee would mean to free yourself
from the chains, the heartache, the reality

To redeem yourself from the labyrinth you created
To escape from the mind that has made you its prisoner

But I am stuck, I cannot move, I am frozen
Frozen in this state of mind
Froze in this chain of lies

If I let you in will you free me
Will you flee with me
Can we fly away
The birds go where ever they want
I would like to go where ever I want

And if you don’t fly with me
That’s okay too
Just free me and let me flee

Free me and let me be

» Posted By Sandra On 06.12.2013 @ 4:40 pm

lullaby

I waited patiently after asking you to sing me a lullaby. The pause my body revealed shocked me, shooting electricity through every nerve and fiber inside of me. The natural instinct of my ancestors and I casually lifted and dropped my chest, inhaling and exhaling the oxygen around me only to release it completely. I was left with an empty feeling of guilt. I was no one and I belonged to no one. To produce a tear all I had to do was remember that no one belonged to me, either. The longer I waited for that lullaby the deeper that lagoon grew inside of me. The non existent notes and rhymes from a lullaby haunted me as I regained consciousnesses. It seemed like I had been gone lifetimes but nothing around me had changed. Only the new hole that had now appeared inside of me, I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.

» Posted By Sandra On 05.19.2013 @ 8:06 pm

vines

Vines are like the dangling stretching branches that cling to the walls of my heart. Vines are eating my heart. My vines are his arms around me clinging and digging into my heart, keeping me here.

» Posted By Sandra On 04.05.2013 @ 2:58 pm

sentenced

to death/ put on time/ruled/ judged/spoken/done/ reduced/ over

» Posted By sandra On 02.28.2013 @ 11:38 am

embellish

create, add, dress, fancy, relish, more, fun, expand

» Posted By sandra On 02.25.2013 @ 6:21 am

relish expand more add dress

» Posted By sandra On 02.25.2013 @ 6:14 am

musical

Musical is a form of art that takes the public into a magical world of fantasy.
The mixture of music and acting is a great responsibility and a pretty hard job for the actors, but it’s very rewarding in the end. Acting by itself is a marvelous journey into the unknown and with the aid of musicality just makes it a better spectacle. Everything around us screams music, we just have to be open to listen. If we pay enough attention we can hear the world sing. So in my opinion the best way to get in touch with my emotions and all my surroundings is to first get in touch with any type of art, music, dance, painting, theater, watching a musical can be just it.

» Posted By sandra On 01.23.2013 @ 1:34 pm

placed

He placed his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered “I love you.” Without warning he picked me up in his arms and carried up the stairs. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled secretly. Now that I was his, I would never let him go.

» Posted By Sandra On 01.03.2013 @ 5:47 pm

shows

“The show must go on!” they exclaim, as if it would be a terrible tragedy if everyone had to go home. Show after show we watch each other, waiting and preying on each other’s every move. We all patiently act out our scenes waiting for someone to fuck up, make a mistake, or a tiny error. Shows! Shows! Shows! We all have a role to play and if that role is not played correctly the act is ruined. What act? An act that incorrectly depicts the person that you truly are. Who are you? Can you tell me in one sentence who you are with and without all the simplicity. Everyone around you is walking with their own goals, their own dreams, their own paths, but most importantly their own fears, secrets, and nightmares. Yet, the show must go on. It is absolutely, undeniably, life threateningly urgent that the show carry on. Are all of your lines written or do you simply improvise? You genius, bravo! Encore!

» Posted By Sandra On 12.28.2012 @ 12:36 am

procedure

I would rather not consider it a procedure in which I am expected to do the right thing. Knowing what is right in your heart is not a procedure but a duty that you must perform in order to settle your heart of its torment. Sometimes you cause the heart more grief and other times the grief simply fades. I don’t know which of these cycles my heart will go through but I know that I did the right thing. Sometimes you put off certain things and you have excuses for even the most minute detail. But when you shake and you quiver because your body is reacting, then don’t ignore it. Instinct is the key to survival. Whether that survival is obtained in one way or the other, I must protect my family.

» Posted By Sandra On 12.25.2012 @ 12:30 am

roof

Hey its roof again now i dont know what to say sim kinda dissapointesd that my last thoughts were erased but well i dont have much ti say now i just feel kinda better of thinking automativslly without any fears i worry of how long will thath peacefulness will tlast i dont knowi

» Posted By Sandra On 12.06.2012 @ 2:49 pm

past

what is it about it that becomes the single most consuming quest of our lives? It is gone and doesn’t exist. Gone and doesn’t

» Posted By Sandra On 11.28.2012 @ 11:46 am

adventure sad pain true lies love hugs present future animals life try one kiss more less instinct prepared scared lonely only mountains river sand gone

» Posted By Sandra On 11.28.2012 @ 11:27 am

themselves

Some people thought that they were strange, that they were unique. But, in all honesty, they were themselves. They were the people of the earth, the brilliant, dazzling people with the eyes that stared at the skies and the minds that wondered at everything. They were a fresh breath of air, the warm curl of water. Every day, all the time.

» Posted By Sandra On 11.08.2012 @ 9:38 pm

teach

I had an English teacher that I really liked. It’s funny. I think he was the only one in my school who was any good. I mean, there is one who says that in some situations ‘then’ and ‘than’ are interchangeable. And she kicked students in the balls. Sadly, it was the good English teacher who eventualy killed himself. Life is funny like that.

» Posted By Sandra On 11.06.2012 @ 5:17 pm

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