And our words will paint us pictures that will dance across each page (original) (raw)

	[22 Sep 2006\|01:55pm]
[ mood \| content ] 1. Name: Susan2. Age: 173. Location(optional): Florida4. What inspires you to write the most?: Uncertainty.5. Do you feel that you are truly dedicated to writing, and if yes then why; if no, then why not: No because I only write when I need to. When I write it is because I can no longer keep everything inside of me without exploding.
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	[17 Jul 2006\|08:30pm]
[ mood \| complacent ] 1. Name: Annette Diola2. Age: 173. Location(optional): Guam - An island in the Pacific Ocean that's considered a US Territory 4. What inspires you to write the most?: I'm a sap. I get inspired to write when it's raining or if I meet someone worth writing about. Once, I met my friend's grandma who was legally blind for about 10 years and had regained her sight through surgery. She held onto me hand and told me how wonderful it felt to see her grandchildren. She told me it was like she had just woken up. 5. Do you feel that you are truly dedicated to writing, and if yes then why; if no, then why not: When I'm only writing in my journal, I tend to be very careless. But when I'm writing a story or speech, I'm an critical reviser. :)
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[17 Jul 2006|08:30pm]

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complacent ] 1. Name: Annette Diola2. Age: 173. Location(optional): Guam - An island in the Pacific Ocean that's considered a US Territory 4. What inspires you to write the most?: I'm a sap. I get inspired to write when it's raining or if I meet someone worth writing about. Once, I met my friend's grandma who was legally blind for about 10 years and had regained her sight through surgery. She held onto me hand and told me how wonderful it felt to see her grandchildren. She told me it was like she had just woken up. 5. Do you feel that you are truly dedicated to writing, and if yes then why; if no, then why not: When I'm only writing in my journal, I tend to be very careless. But when I'm writing a story or speech, I'm an critical reviser. :)

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rawer.	[14 Apr 2005\|12:07am]
[ mood \| creative ] Yeah, so I haven't posted anything yet, but I feel the need to tonight... for some reason... :\If you have an explanation to this phenomenon, feel free to contact me.Writer's Block Dam has officially broken and a flood of inspiration flows free...( #1...Collapse )
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	[01 Apr 2005\|09:19pm]
[ mood \| calm ] I wrote this a while back and it ended up getting published and then given a few prestigious awards. I didn't really think it was that great, but let me know what you think. Rise of the PhoenixPretty pretty bird, sitting at my windowCooing softly come to meI reach out to touch you, but my fingertips are met by ashOh, pretty bird, how can this be? Fiery feathers and a heart so trueHow could such destruction fall on you?I begin to weep, but suddenly there is a stirringFrom the ash, you rise anewBut instead of a window, its a mirror I seeBeautiful little phoenix, you are me
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[01 Apr 2005|09:19pm]

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calm ] I wrote this a while back and it ended up getting published and then given a few prestigious awards. I didn't really think it was that great, but let me know what you think. Rise of the PhoenixPretty pretty bird, sitting at my windowCooing softly come to meI reach out to touch you, but my fingertips are met by ashOh, pretty bird, how can this be? Fiery feathers and a heart so trueHow could such destruction fall on you?I begin to weep, but suddenly there is a stirringFrom the ash, you rise anewBut instead of a window, its a mirror I seeBeautiful little phoenix, you are me

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when gods turn into shadows	[10 Mar 2005\|06:34pm]
shadows paint themselves into the wallscamoflauge beneath towering outlinesof plastic cities beside paper streamstravelling by the light of a silver screenthrough the perfection of someone elses' dreamsI will sit beside the salted oceansand adhere the water to my woundsSearing pain and magnificent pleasureComes with the irritation of a quick fixAn outlined sunset drawn from a shaking handLeaves a godless creation in awe of the unknownAnd the Diety to watch from the top of forever.You can say that strangers don't make friendsAnd that no kiss can taste the sameBut with twenty thousand postcards to the promise landI will rest a while here in this trainUntil the resounding whistle takes me home again.
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when gods turn into shadows

[10 Mar 2005|06:34pm]

shadows paint themselves into the wallscamoflauge beneath towering outlinesof plastic cities beside paper streamstravelling by the light of a silver screenthrough the perfection of someone elses' dreamsI will sit beside the salted oceansand adhere the water to my woundsSearing pain and magnificent pleasureComes with the irritation of a quick fixAn outlined sunset drawn from a shaking handLeaves a godless creation in awe of the unknownAnd the Diety to watch from the top of forever.You can say that strangers don't make friendsAnd that no kiss can taste the sameBut with twenty thousand postcards to the promise landI will rest a while here in this trainUntil the resounding whistle takes me home again.

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The basics	[08 Mar 2005\|12:34am]
[ mood \| bored ] I'm not cool enough to know how to do a LJ cut, so you just have to look at my entry. I'm Angi. I'm 15, I live in West Virginia. I would rather be able to write another word than to take my next breath. That about covers it. If anyone is horribly interested in me, they can im me on AIM: asoulinsearching<3333
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