Stories Poems Artwork Quizzes

Tests & Quizzes

Social

Stories

Art

Poems

Comedy

Email:
Password:
New User Or

Created By

numbbbb0z

Rate this Story

+3

Embed

<div style="border:1px #ccc solid; background-image:url('/images/ray.gif'); font-family:arial; width:200px; padding:5px;"><center><div style="font-size:20px;"><a href="/story/numbbbb0z/30752">Journal entrie's from 2006</a></div><table><tr><td width="50"><div style="color:#2CC362; font-size:15px; padding-top:4px; background-image:url('/images/profratebg.gif'); background-repeat:no-repeat; width:44px; height:26px; text-align:center; font-weight:bold; vertical-align:middle; padding-top:8px; padding-left:1px; " valign="top">3</div></td><td><div style="height:100px;width:100px; padding-top:9px; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-image:url(/images/storyCover.png);"><a href="/story/numbbbb0z/30752"><div style="margin-left:9px; __padding:0px; height:90px; width:70px; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-image:url('http://www.testriffic.com/storyfiles/30752.jpg');"></div></a></div></td></tr></table></center></div>

+ 2	Waiting
0	Visions of Socky
+ 2	In This World, Witnessed Power
0	When We Meet Again
+ 1	Love, Astral
+ 7	hbhgfh
+ 5	Taco Mik - Excerpt
+ 3	Excerpt from YOTS
+ 4	My Nutty Friend Meg
+ 5	In The Universal Mind (preview)
+ 3	Excerpt - Disc. w/ Mad Jamon
+ 3	Journal entrie's from 2006
+ 3	The Cardboard Box (chapter two)
+ 5	The Cardboard Box
+ 4	Ode to An Angel
+ 3	March Foorth
+ 9	She said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
+ 6	March Theerd
+ 3	Changes'a Many
+ 1	The Dharma Bums

 I found this in a journal I'd written 2 years ago. Based on real events.

 Cold frozen night. Raining. Ice. Cold. The city is dark, trees falling. Dark with faint shadows. A person stands on a curb and he starts singing with guitar and starts a little heart. Pretty soon passerby's join in and sing, shine from the heart lights up the city again and brings day. When it does, everyone turns into an asshole again and acts like nothing happened.

 This next poem is on the same page as the short story. It isn't labeled which day I wrote these.

 On my way back to finding you, took a little break to remember memories.
 The good the bad the beautiful, times we've spent truthful.
 I'm never ever blue when I'm with you. Missing you when I'm in your arms, wishing I never let go.
 Lonely awake during the day, waiting for our time together.
 Warmly asleep during the fake, sometime you'll come to me.
 Pussy tushy for me, suck my pussy. Wanna scream.

  This next one is an actual entry from the same journal.

 What to write. Adore the shit image. Like unanyone else. Just write write the right to blind the opinion off the less known, stop over them no matter how much feeling and passion they're graspin an giving. No matter how much meaning is underneathe fuck it all they got no popularity or imagery. No style no shallowing. Just personality with a point, why give a fuck?
 Maybe I don't have a personality. I just assume ther person I'm talking to's resume and add on a butchered style.
 RAPE ME. PRIVACY. OPINIONINGS. UNIONS.

 Write. Shite. Night. Dick. Fuck. Attention. Satisfaction. Fake? Clearance. None. Where to recieve the inspiration to more productivity create to my own needs and fulfill desirings? Bound back by my own strength's biggest strenghts are my faults, biggest downfalls are my steps up.

1.  TheMidnightBeau: Ever looked in a journal from 2 years ago?
   TheMidnightBeau: god it's embarrasing
   TheMidnightBeau: :D

© 2008

Top Users | Contact Us | Privacy | Terms | Advertise | Disclaimer