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i was sitting in bed one afternoon. My mother was telling me to get my work done. It was quite hard because I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And in that moment of pure anger and frustration…a large ball of fire went through my window. My room was destroyed along with my life, family, and future.
» Posted By Shana On 01.19.2013 @ 1:58 pm
I wish I had a bucket full of money right now. Not one dollar bills or quarters or, god forbid, pennies, but a bucket full of hundred dollar bills. I am in desperate need of a vacation. AWAY from the children. AWAY from the apartment. My boyfriend can come, but only if we can go to a beach somewhere where we don’t know ANYONE and can just sit on the sand, swim in the ocean and drink margaritas and pina coladas all day.
» Posted By Shana On 07.08.2012 @ 2:13 pm
O my jelly how could I know!
You were my biggest love
Not even so long ago..
» Posted By shana On 06.07.2012 @ 10:18 am
i’m calling you and you won’t answer and i’m scared and i start to think terrible things why won’t you answer please just answer i need you
» Posted By shana On 05.20.2012 @ 5:30 pm
Having a blast is having a lot of fun. I love to have a blast with my friends and family. It is more fun to have a blast at something than to be completely bored with it. Having a blast means to enjoy what you are doing to a great degree.
» Posted By Shana On 02.24.2012 @ 11:39 am
I was always given a chance to go anything I want. I am always thankful for that. It’s amazing when you are given everything that you could dream of. I find myself very luck.
» Posted By Shana On 07.02.2011 @ 1:01 pm
The hazy morn ails from the seas before us
We’re lucid and lost in passage as the
Last drops are savored,
Sunrise and whiskey swirling
In our aged bottle of nostalgia
Sleepless, men of our condition
Are forever risen in redundant waves.
» Posted By Shana On 06.10.2011 @ 3:32 pm
wasteland bitter is the taste of ashes on my tongue my lips peeling from the claws of the last dying crow so brave the heroes now dead now bones in the valley of our last dying dream this gravel bed of false hopes and lost luster do you remember me i wonder do you remember the green traffic light and how you said fuck it won’t go away and you’ll still be here in this white car and i’ll be on the other side because i can’t reach you.
» Posted By Shana On 05.13.2011 @ 8:37 pm
I have 46 bones. I think. Or mabye more? Maybe less. They’re made out of calcium, so it’s important to drink milk. I m deficient in calcium because I am lactose intolerant. My mother nad grandmother had osteoperosis. My grandmother’s hip broke bcause of it. Maybe I should drink some milk? But it makes me sick!
» Posted By Shana On 05.11.2011 @ 11:38 am
Every superhe a phrase, mine just happened to be under construction the time when I needed it most.
» Posted By Shana On 01.04.2011 @ 6:02 pm
I wish he would notice me. I sit across the room just staring, hoping one day he would stare back.
» Posted By Shana On 01.02.2011 @ 5:01 pm
We went into the abandoned building and began to strip the copper wires from the walls. The copper was the most valuable material to salvage and recycle for money. We were surprised to find that the walls were in very good condition. The reclaimed material was going to save a lot of trash from the landfill. The plywood and studs would save trees from being cleared in the rain forest. This was very satisfying work.
» Posted By Shana On 11.30.2010 @ 11:06 am
How strange that the weeks continue, but the words remain the same. I know Christmas is only 8 weeks away, when stressful times about gifts and travel are the occupants of so many minds. I also am comforted that Thanksgiving will be in only 4 weeks, when you only worry about a meal and spending time with loved ones. Thanksgiving is probably one of the least commercialized holidays of the year, which is why I like it so much.
» Posted By Shana On 10.25.2010 @ 7:14 am
It has only been 3 weeks since we returned from our vacation, and I yearn for another time when I can live as simply as I did in that week, in a condo with limited resources. I loved that time with my family, and they loved it also. It is now only a few weeks until Christmas, when simplicity is fought against so much.
» Posted By Shana On 10.24.2010 @ 8:23 pm
I took the train away for the day, into the bright, sunny, unknown. Leaving behind the ones I love, the job I hold and the person I used to be. I’m not sure where I’m going, but when i get there I know I will know.
» Posted By Shana On 05.31.2010 @ 3:52 pm
Someone once told me that I have a destiny. This was stated as if.it were already laid out for me. I feel I have the.power to.change it
» Posted By shana On 05.16.2010 @ 7:28 pm
Curlscurls, and more curls curls make me feel like jumping and leaping for joy because they remind me of youth when you and your friends are playing in the water and water trickles down your back.
» Posted By shana On 04.12.2010 @ 11:56 am
limiting. certain. a bit of a hard one to define, write about. wow this is hard. opposite of infinite. defined. to me this means to describe something as if it were absolutely certain and final. hm…
» Posted By shana On 01.08.2009 @ 4:20 pm
I’m surrounded by a lot of things. But, I don’t know what. My Mom tries to surround me “love,” but usually it’s just distrust. She thinks I do drugs, she thinks a lot of things. I surround myself by walls, and I shut people out most of the time. I haven’t touched my phone in over a week, who knows how many texts I have, I just don’t wanna talk to people sometimes.
» Posted By Shana On 07.03.2009 @ 12:38 pm
I had a ticket to California twice, so I guess I’ve had two tickets. I wish I had gone alone both times, but I didn’t get to either time. It would have been amazing, to be alone. I wouldn’t have gone to see my bitchy Aunt, I would have gone and explored, and met people that are naturally tan, instead of fake like here, I would have met people who skateboard maybe, or surf, or laugh at stupid things like I wish they did here.
» Posted By Shana On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Oh god. I don’t know what to write. Teachers are scary. They eat students’ brains. That’s about it…
» Posted By Shana On 08.28.2009 @ 8:19 pm
it comes in like a sorrow that i hate to remember. thick and blinding.
It masks whats there and keeps you guessing. constantly guessing.
Funny though. All it really is is clouds. beautiful clouds
» Posted By Shana On 06.30.2008 @ 11:09 am
i saw a man playing a banjo with 7 strings until one snapped and whiplashed his eye and then he bled until he turned white regardless that he was an african american and then he took his banjo and played with the next 6 striiings and made a song that attracted the rest of the block to a hoe-down on his froont lawn and then he was dead.
» Posted By shana On 11.26.2009 @ 4:46 pm
i have just arrived in tiawan. the first thing i notice is how much I tower over the rest of the crowd. My dad always told me asians were short, but I thought he said that because he was racist. I didn’t know he was right too. Growing up was always
» Posted By shana On 12.12.2009 @ 5:56 pm
bow archer shoot an arrow through my heart through an apple
» Posted By shana On 10.31.2009 @ 11:41 am
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» Posted By Shana On 10.27.2009 @ 11:22 pm