The Point Of No ReturnIt’s spring again, finally. Well, spring has at least been tasted. The sweet warmth has met our frozen souls and now we remember what it feels like. To be swallowed whole in sunlight. To be in awe over reckless red skies. We follow its lead and I’m not complaining. A careless nation is what I live for. Or what I wish to believe I live for.The Point Of No Return
But today is a relapse. One of those early spring days when the frost bite returns and feels one trillion times more bitter after already tasting its barefoot adversary. It is during the relapses that we reflect on others carelessness during the sun season, and how improbable and immor
Theme For English BI’ve dripped a lot lately. As of lately, I’ve been in a dripping mood. Like those little wooden toy ducks constantly pecking the glass of water. Or a faucet forgotten but not fully turned off. They drip. drip. drip. Going through the motions, until there’s interference. That little wooden toy duck lives for the interference. The sudden surprising moments between mundane and mundane that allows for a hand wrapped about your duck legs as you’re transported, or stored away, or admired. Dripping isn’t what that little wooden toy duck wantTheme For English B
She Will Always Be My SequelFramed and still, she was beautiful. She hung on the wall like something you put up in your dorm room or condo to remind you of the old times. Or home. Taken aback and surprised, I walked past. I knew what I just passed by. I knew what I left behind. Beauty. I hadn’t seen it until then, but my answer had slept on the doorstep for nine years. I’m sorry.She Will Always Be My Sequel
She nuzzled her head closer into him. He adjusted. Cotton to skin feels like oceans. Even rough patches are majestic when in love. She slept on his chest. She had dreamed about things like this. Maybe she moved on. Maybe she moved in. She took out her key-ring with a
1-2 ServingsMy dry skin reminds me of freezer burn. Pale and white on old meat in the back of your Kenmore. Forgotten. Stored away for a day when it’s needed. Becoming more invisible with each TV Dinner and Hot Pocket eaten. Swallowed whole. I don’t even need digestion. Just a reheat. Or some moisturizer. Useless the meat sits, patiently waiting for the day that won’t come. Thrown away it stays useless, but at least dethawed. The meat would then feed flies and rats and insects. I could have brought you protein. I could have brought you home cooked pleasure1-2 Servings
1 Journal Entry
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"I mean
why can't all decent men and women
call themselves feminists?
-Out of respect
for those who fought for this..."
-Ani D.
Love Me.
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love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah...
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Join the army ~antiemoarmy
Here you can be yourself
No one has to know what you are feeling
No one but me and you
Hmm.
I dunno. I think about you every day, when I see you between 5th and 6th period, for about twenty seconds. Then my thoughts are swept up into the craziness that is Bunnell. It's strange somehow.
Anyway, just thought I'd drop in.
Do you have AIM?
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julius caesar
and the roman empire
couldn't conquer the blue skies
Between 5th and 6th eh? From the craziness that is yearbook into the hall. Yeah, you probably do know a more personal side to me than most people. Not that many people know about this site and if they do, I have a lot of faith in them. A lot of people know I write and am in to this type of stuff, but I would never share all of this with the world. Even if some people would appreciate the writing, there would be a few who would rip me to shreds for it. DA is just kinda the place I go when I'm feeling 100% emotion. I don't write unless I mean it. So I guess this place is me at my rawest.
Humor is also a big part of me though. This is kind of the humorless side of me, you could say.
I try my hardest in school and in public to be who I really am, but like everyone it's impossible to accomplish this all the time. If anything, around kids who have never been stood up to, I stick up for the little guy, the artist or the misunderstood kid. Because none are half as bad as we make them out to be. So although it was slightly disheartening to hear about my "two sides" I agree it's true.
With that said, feel free to IM me. And say hi when you see me. I'm not THAT cool. :wink:
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my movies:
Orange Julius
I'm So Sad
Happy Fun Land?</
No wonder you associate with my brother James. I'd certainly call him "the misunderstood kid." Actually, maybe not misunderstood. I always have the sneaking suspicion that he's empty. That's a terrible thought, I guess. If I was to further describe it to you, I guess I'd have to IM you.
I definitely have two sides too, like you. I'm a lot more quiet in person. I think it's because I'm so easily intimidated. Most of the time I act like a witch baby. I hide under desks and bite people when they get too close with their clutchy hands and questions.
I would say hi when I see you. Once again, it's the intimidation thing, I think. People are just... scary.
None of this makes sense. I need to IM you and explain all of this.
Then again, maybe not. I'm so screwed up.
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julius caesar
and the roman empire
couldn't conquer the blue skies
But she doesn't think she is.
I prefer Charlie Bat. He's just the coolest. He's definitely my favorite.
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julius caesar
and the roman empire
couldn't conquer the blue skies
-- CHRIS
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