jeanners21.blogspot.com
You wouldn't know, even if I told you.
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You wouldn't know, even if I told you. I like to write. Sometimes I write poetry. Sometimes I write short stories. One day, I want to write a book. It's okay if I am the only buyer. Tuesday, May 12, 2009. The thoughts, they come, they race, they stop momentarily in my head. I turn up "Closer" louder, until my iBuds are throbbing within my ears. The reverberating sounds soothe my strangled heart, my mangled mind. Both are rather overworked. Most of the time, music at full volume chases away any demons,.
preciousmanly.wordpress.com
The Nomad | Precious Manly's Blog
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Precious Manly’s Blog. I’m on a quest in search of discovering many things…mostly myself. There isn’t much more to say. This is me, trying to look cool. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Another day: wallflower
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Saturday, June 6, 2009. I'm so sick of being pushed to the wayside. sick of not being noticed. i don't know if it's a pride thing or what but if i do a good job at work, or clean up nicely, or hit the right note, whatever, i just ask for a simple thank you. . But tonight what do i get? Sometimes i wonder if there's a reason i'm overlooked. it's kind of frustrating really. It's like, how much harder can i try? How much more can i do? Do you even care? Would you notice if i just slipped into the background?
thejcannon.wordpress.com
New Beginnings
https://thejcannon.wordpress.com/2010/02/11/121
I'm not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it. Machiavelli. Laquo; Dear Otis: Why did you have to die? Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed. 8211; GK Chesterton. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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jeanne-ious. | There is No Why.
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There is No Why. March 27, 2009. We sit in the middle of an adolescent-ridden mcdonalds, feeding off their free wi fi and bada ba ba-ba: we’re lovin’ it. as much as you can love plotting the next week and a half of your vacation, that is. I state this to the other two of the three of us. dead joke is what i say. I didn’t hear it. what? Oh god, nothing! No, what, what is it? Jeanne is covering her mouth. what did you say? Ah can’t, sorry. ah can’t. Now mel’s curious. What did you say? What did you say?
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:) | There is No Why.
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There is No Why. April 10, 2009. 8220;wheee–eeee–eh-ehhhh-eeehhh-enn I….haaaa–aaaad you-ooo”. One and a half cappucinos one and a half bottles of wine mcdonald’s wifi jackson 5’s “who’s lovin’ you? 8221; = happy happy). Life, you take me by surprise. 8220;give thanks.”. And i do. at least for now. From → here comes the twister. Larr; ghost story. Leave one →. April 12, 2009 2:54 am. April 13, 2009 12:31 pm. May 12, 2009 6:41 pm. Blogslacker: A person who slacks updating their blog. Sound familiar?
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ghost story | There is No Why.
https://wajuk.wordpress.com/2009/04/05/ghost-story
There is No Why. April 5, 2009. The cabin is cold, the chill, steady air of torment and the spirit of buried things alive again in the darkness outside of my sheets. i am soiled with sweat and the forbidden excursions of my restless, wandering mind. to the restroom with myself to get clean. i sense uneasiness here, but it may just be my own. Did you know it wasn’t real? Mother bear sang to the cub in her arms. won’t you sing, too? Nothing now but the silence of exorcism and the quiet hum of the not-yet.
jeanners21.blogspot.com
You wouldn't know, even if I told you.
http://jeanners21.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-wednesday-night-in-southern.html
You wouldn't know, even if I told you. I like to write. Sometimes I write poetry. Sometimes I write short stories. One day, I want to write a book. It's okay if I am the only buyer. Wednesday, June 10, 2009. It's Wednesday night in the Southern Hemisphere, and it's cold here in Sydney. The cold doesn't sit well with me. Why should it? Time passed by even more quickly than the cities. I celebrated another birthday, another year in a foreign country and somehow felt like I was home. It was a beauti...The m...
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You wouldn't know, even if I told you.: Nostalgia
http://jeanners21.blogspot.com/2009/05/nostalgia.html
You wouldn't know, even if I told you. I like to write. Sometimes I write poetry. Sometimes I write short stories. One day, I want to write a book. It's okay if I am the only buyer. Thursday, May 21, 2009. I miss the days of semi-private blogging. Im of the school of thought that says: if you feel it and want to share it on your blog, do it, thats what its for. If people have a problem w/ it they can just stop reading it. Do what you gotta do girl ;). May 21, 2009 at 11:26 AM. Oh god, me too.