michele-beauty.blogspot.com
Beauty: December 2007
http://michele-beauty.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html
Sunday, December 2, 2007. Michael Person Dream Free Write #2. Michael Person is the kind of man who has to brush his teeth twice, shower twice a day, run around his house two times, and tap everything in the house twice before he leaves. Weird. You say.a little nuts? Why yes. Does he have a little obessive compulsive disorder. But when he dreams it gets worse. For every. Dream his obessive compulsive disorder. Michael Pearson Dream Free write #1. The town is sparkling. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Michael...
nuqueenstylez.blogspot.com
NuQueenStylez: Between-the-Dash
http://nuqueenstylez.blogspot.com/2007/10/between-dash.html
Wednesday, October 3, 2007. The beauty of changing colors. Transformation from launch to termination. Originating from the all unknowing standing up and reaching out to wisdom, knowledge, and pride. Stemming from one eager to jump in the shallow lake oblivious of the danger. To one who sits in the shade and enjoy the tranquility of the effortless flowing waters. Reaching up high demanding to touch the sky with accepted wisdom that it was a possibility. Now looking up to the stretched out blues and whites.
beautifulborken.blogspot.com
Beautiful Broken: Observations
http://beautifulborken.blogspot.com/2007/11/observations.html
Friday, November 2, 2007. One by one then in groups. The sub is blindnig and so bright. But it's still freezing out. People drinking coffee to try and stay warm. Loud train whistles roar through the quad. Hitting and ricocheting off of the buildings. No smoking beyond this point! Roberts bike sits alone in the bike rack. A crow perched on Cook. Stares at me then takes off in flight. People walking back to class,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
daniboots.blogspot.com
today: September 2007
http://daniboots.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html
Tuesday, September 25, 2007. You took your coat off and stood in the rain You were always crazy like that I watched from my window Always felt I was outside looking in on you You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say Besides some comment on the weather. You're breaking my heart You were always brilliant in morning Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. These foolish g...
nuqueenstylez.blogspot.com
NuQueenStylez: A balance breakfast of wisdom
http://nuqueenstylez.blogspot.com/2007/09/balance-breakfast-of-wisdom.html
Sunday, September 16, 2007. A balance breakfast of wisdom. Slices of apples, bananas, and pears. Start the race focused, with energy, and care. One foot in front of the other. Because one mis-step will land you right on ya face. Many will smile and wave. And as you put one foot in front of the other. Ya'll pass them "BYE". With your gleaming eyes towards the sky. Now your back is turned. And their red eyed vengence BURN. Its time to plot. To take her spot. I'll make her fall. And I'll past them all.
beautifulborken.blogspot.com
Beautiful Broken: November 2007
http://beautifulborken.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html
Friday, November 2, 2007. One by one then in groups. The sub is blindnig and so bright. But it's still freezing out. People drinking coffee to try and stay warm. Loud train whistles roar through the quad. Hitting and ricocheting off of the buildings. No smoking beyond this point! Roberts bike sits alone in the bike rack. A crow perched on Cook. Stares at me then takes off in flight. People walking back to class,. Weep out of a copper lonely nest. From the liquid base. Inflating it's unblinking eyes.
baseball-derek.blogspot.com
English Class
http://baseball-derek.blogspot.com/2007/12/books-with-gps-someday-every-book-will.html
Friday, December 14, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Baseball The only sport Throwing, catching, runni. There are to many people hear at the party. Why is. Life changes As I walk down the street all I hea. Books With GPS Someday every book will come with . College What will we do when our time runs out? Nothing can compare to the things that we have sha. Confusion People all around walking In every dire. College life I arrived to a house full of people . View my complete profile.
baseball-derek.blogspot.com
English Class
http://baseball-derek.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-can-compare-to-things-that-we.html
Friday, December 14, 2007. Nothing can compare to the things that we have shared. The unbreakable bonds that will always stay strong. The memories that we have made can never be replaced. We have been through so much, too much to explain. We are all so different, yet so much the same. Strength and survival has made us this way if it weren’t. For them we may not be who we are today. We came here as strangers and now we are friends. The kind that will be there until the very end. View my complete profile.
cassiemcc.blogspot.com
CassieMcC: She was...
http://cassiemcc.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-was.html
Wednesday, October 3, 2007. The kind of girl who falls asleep in random places. Who falls down frequently. Thinks her friends hate her secretly. Calls her mom just to talk. Eats an entire box of brown sugar and cinnamon Pop-Tarts in one sitting. Cuts her own hair. Likes to wear knee socks. Will give you her last cigarette. Sobs uncontrollably at the Christian Children's Fund commercials. Can't drink plain water. Wishes she had green eyes instead of hazel. Hates the laughter of hate. Http:/ destinyoctavia...
beautifulborken.blogspot.com
Beautiful Broken: She was the kind of girl who...
http://beautifulborken.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-was-kind-of-girl-who.html
Wednesday, September 26, 2007. She was the kind of girl who. She was the kind of girl who. She was the kind of girl who took an hour long shower and slept while she was in it. She was thekind of girl who ate at McDonalds every day and didn't gain a pound. She was the kind of girl who went to parties and ended up dancing on the table. She was the kind of girl who regreted everything she did. She was the kind of girl who never had a date in high school. She was the kind of girl who talks to herself.
