(...I lifted the quote from someone else...no, I'm really not that original
Hehe...Just Joking Erica! We love you....
Jason out.


Creative Paragraph"Let's start with the bamboozles." As I attempt to listen to the drone of the psychiatrist's monotone voice, I gaze at the revolting greenish hue of the abstract painting plastered to the wall. When he asks, I tell him that the bamboozles are blissfully frolicking through flourishing meadows of delicious pomegranates. If I think hard enough, I can almost taste the succulent lusciousness of the exotic fruit. Like a slap in the face, his questioning monotone awakes me from my daydream. "And how do you feel about that?" he drones. It was quite evident that he didn't relly care what I felt, but I acknCreative Paragraph


The Small TeacupThere once was a small teacup. This teacup loved to hop up and down, up and down, up and down along the smooth, polished mahogany of the beautiful old china cabinet. There was nothing special about this teacup, yet nothing un-special about it either. It was just an ordinary teacup. One fine day, while the small teacup was doing what he loved to do best—hop up and down, up and down, up and down,—he bumped into something big and shiny. “Clang!” exclaimed the big shiny thing. “Why, I do believe you just bumped into me! I do hope you haven’t given me a dent!” &nbThe Small Teacup


The Line Between Hate and LoveToeing the Line Between Hate and LoveThe Line Between Hate and Love
Insults fly, made in fun, but with a ring of truth to each Some sting Everyone notices it except us The tension, a heat between us. Two friends, oblivious and in denial
You vent, tell me what’s wrong I cry in concern. I’m scared. Scared that you might get up the nerve To place the knife to your neck Just like you want to.
I want to hang up, go back to pretending everything’s okay But it’s not. I know the truth I’ve seen your demons I want to take away your pain
Collapsed in exhaustio


Sonnet 3Sonnet 3Sonnet 3
Each morning, undressed, I look in the mirror But my reflection has changed as of late No longer a smiling girl I see here I distort into picturesque self-hate, Cursing myself for the food that I ate. Curves I should love, wrapped in creamy peach skin Are ugly to me, I see excess weight On my stomach and thighs, cellulite sin. A perfect self-image no one can win Unless of course, you stop playing fair You skip your meals; breakfast, lunch or din Trying to change the body you see there. Running, crunches, diet pills by the jar, How am I to know
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hey there mister happy squid, you move so psy-che-del-i-cal-ly! you hypnotize with your magic dance all the animals in the sea, for sure.
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