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once upon a time
there was a girl
who would call her relationship with
but that girl doesn’t
anymore and neither does
By Iffath URL on 02.05.2012
Holy . . . cow
By laura on 02.05.2012
That sacred moment when a father sees his Childs face
In vain? Or in love?
I can only hope in love
By Kidd on 02.05.2012
I hold onto my sacred faith like a safety net. I’m a tight rope walker venturing to higher heights on thinner rope. I’m a daredevil, I can do anything on my own. But in the moments I fall, I come back to my faith and remember why I love it and keep to it even when I stray away.
By Ashi URL on 02.05.2012
Trust was sacred.
Until you betrayed us.
Now I search for sacred every day
I wake to the sound of beans grinding
And the steaming mug on my
It’s a start.
By Joan on 02.05.2012
The heirloom had been in our family for ninety-seven years. Mother had told me that someday I would receive the sacred broach… But honestly, it was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. How could I ever tell her I didn’t want it…?
By SeizeTheDay URL on 02.05.2012
holy, remembered, something or someone that should be honored and respected. Church, God, Bible, Christ.
By Doods on 02.05.2012
Sacred is my penis. My penis is sacred. Seriously, all the ladies and gents at church just love my penis. :) I love it too. It’s so sacred.<3
By Rachel on 02.05.2012
is the word that pops out of my head when talking about religion.
By khank on 02.05.2012
The coin-sized brass talisman was sacred to the Wambegter’s famliy. It had been in their family for many generations and was rumored to have been used in the killing of a pack of werewolves in 16th century England.
By Kaitlin URL on 02.05.2012
The indians worship the sacred cow my penis is sacred to women as it was intented to be. I have sacred masturbating session more so when no when is home or when everyone is asleep i want on my bucket list for someones mom to walk in while i am masturbing in a sacted place and I keep going and they just stand there with their jaw open the whole time watching me as I finish and then when they are done I say “well dont just stand there with your mouth open..do something with it!” hey dont stick your tounge out at me unless you plan on using it okayyy
By ajloopy URL on 02.05.2012
Is it not the sacred duty to ourselves to define our spiritual beliefs? Walk the road of self awareness and question what lies before us? I think it is important to know thy self.
By paulie aragon on 02.05.2012
That hold us together.
and the World.
We look up at the sacred
For all we do not have.
And care for all we do.
By 3mily on 02.05.2012
I’m sitting by myself in the library. The room smells of old, worn paperbacks and cleaned soapy floors. It is silent like the mind of God. I look towards the rows of books on the shelves; doors that lead into worlds unknown. Because the library is a sacred place, where adventures of your wildest fantasies can take form and carry you away in silence.
By Alegría URL on 02.05.2012
the thoughts in my head-
they, they are for me.
the thoughts in your head?
well, you’re more than welcome to share them. i will listen.
but mine? mine are sacred..
By Mi Chiamano Alex URL on 02.05.2012
You showed me your sacred place in the woods
and it meant a lot to you
to be able to share it
and then I ruined everything
in one night
and now you’ll never be able to think of me
in the same way
what have I done
By mere URL on 02.05.2012
Nothing is sacred in writing any more! My hero, Duff, does not respect his
girlsfriend’s boundaries…”Vacation from Love”, available now for 99cents on Kindle!
By Joanie on 02.05.2012
By Nardeen URL on 02.05.2012
Sacred je slovo který mi vůbec nic neříká. Snad ani nevím co o něm napsat. Není to náhodou anglicky?
By Sborez URL on 02.05.2012
There’s a place in the hills. It’s a hill itself, standing tall above the surroundings. A Pillar of green, ancient, lonely. Solitary, unknowing, pilgrims are the only to experience it–there’s no tourist map pointing it out.
By Lyndsay URL on 02.05.2012
finding sacredness in small things. An underlined word in a worn Bible, the time in His presence, the sun setting, reminding me of His love. WHy have I stopped finding these things so sacred and special? Get back there!
By k on 02.05.2012
I was on the sacred ground of the departed. Long since they had walked these grounds, but now I could only hear their ghostly screams and feel the chill of their pain.
By Angie URL on 02.05.2012
alaska in the car, and we keep replaying the same modest mouse album to keep warm. driving without heat to save some gas between here and seward, but it isn’t easy, the tempo doesn’t make our blood jump like it used to; you are remembering airports. we should’ve taken a picture of it, you say. i mouth ‘what’ but the air in my lungs is too weak to push the word out. coats like blankets on our laps; mine, because the fabric is so thick i can hardly bend my arms to reach the steering wheel, if i wear it proper, and yours, because you are trying to sleep.
By robyn URL on 02.05.2012
holy god pure nice not evil huh i’m not to sure what else to say angels fairytales jesus? holy clean unevil godly nice good unsinful um
By Dorcas on 02.05.2012
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