Falling |
I feel like I'm falling like a great pressure has been put on me to get my life together but I don't know so much about my self i wish life came with a hand book but knowing me I wouldn't read it any ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 10:21:00 GMT |
The Edge |
I've heard of this thing called seeing the edge. But never really understood what it meant. And to an extent I still don't. But things have changed. I have gained new k...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 20:24:00 GMT |
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable or was I miserable because I listentopopmusic |
We all have a person in our lives. Some how they have been set on a pedestal. An unreachable, who until the day we die we will love. Yet isn't it peculiar that we will never obtain t...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
Story Thing |
The boy stood at the end of the cliff and stared down into it.
"You don't understand why this needs to be done."
"No I don't," replied the officer. "Why don't you explain it to me," he s...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 20:36:00 GMT |
new story.....its about my distaste for shoping |
Scattered in the fabrics. We stood, in a Wall Mart department store, looking at different shirt, tracing our fingers through the bargains. Hoping for the big deal -- diamond in the rough -...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 17:09:00 GMT |
In search for the end of infinity: Diary of a lost boy |
In search for the end of infinity: Diary of a lost boy
The road painted black stood before me and my car tattered, broken, and lying there like only a heap of metal can. The sun was coming just over ...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 18:28:00 GMT |
Thought, thinking, and consideration |
I have been reading books for the past week. Sitting in my room, receiving the occasional phone call, but predominately reading. And being the depressed,/bipolar child that I am I have come to a deep...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Jul 2006 13:24:00 GMT |
Possible intro for a story, needs feed back, Does it suck? |
Her hair flowed in the light breeze as her smile crossed her lips. She moved briskly across the fine cut grass as her body curled into a summer-salt. Another and another until she gently fell d...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 01:08:00 GMT |
