To whom i have not yet met.

Prescott

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:40:03 GMT

Im off to Precott, AZ for a week.
It is the place that holds the most memories for me.
Bad and good.
I grew up there, and changed over the course of seventeen years so much.
It is a lonely place for me.
But it has a place in my heart,.

hmm

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 22:14:42 GMT

just watched into the wild.
it was amazing.
im sure the book will be even better.

first post.

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:58:26 GMT

Tell me about a memory(or more) in your life that stands out?
Like the day you turned 6, lost your best friend, the happiest day of your life, your first kiss, your parents taking you to the zoo for the first time.
Anything that makes you feel strong emotion when you think about it.
Even posting a picture would be fantastic(the picture won't be used for the book but it will make your memory more vivid in our minds)

It's in the name of art, and all writers out there looking for a good story.
I am working on a book and i would love for you to be a part of it.
I am stringing together peoples important memories in order to make a dazzling and heartfelt story.

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:45:27 GMT

I have writer's block.
You can help.
1) what inspires you? 2) what is your favorite line from a song, or book? 3) do you have any pictures that might get my imagination going? 4) what can you tell me about yourself that will make a gopod character? 5) If you were to read the first line of a book you randomly picked up, what would you want it to say in order to keep reading?

poem written by me, of course.

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 00:35:56 GMT

I think back.
To those conversations held beneath windows
And the days spent lying downtown beneath the trees and yellow lights.
I try to recall what memories i left lying in the grass.
But all i can see is your face.
The fall makes me sick
because im not there anymore
or here for that matter.
Have i ever told you that you are my kite?
You fly so high, my perfect diamond in the sky.
And i hold on to the string so tightly, i dont want to let you go.
I could cut the string and set you free, let you fly off and be carried away by a soft breeze.
But im selfish and i know i will start to feel lonely.
I want you on the ground with me.
I know i should let go too, and drift away into the blue.
But i keep telling myself that one day the wind will die.
So what is the point in aiming so high?
I'll just wait from below, and look at up at you from time to time.
A bag was a strange place to find a map-and you.
The weight of the world can smother you but i held up my end of the deal.
Touching africa and cupping ocean water in my hands.
Spare me the truth.
You're too blunt--and it hurts.
I can feel myself fading and the thought of you burns the back of my throat.
I attempted reaching out for you.
To tell you i cant breathe,
But i found myself alone.
On days like these, when the snow and sky are exactly the same white,
i remember when we danced in worn out shoes.
and that night that changed our lives. The fourth of july.
Where we wore our reds and our whites.
Oh and our blues..
I've got the blues, thats me.
I don't want the snow to come if that is what it will bring.
I would rather live in a pumpkin patch and watch kids pass by with their parents.
trying to find the perfect one to take home.
I want someone to pick me.
To take me home.
Its cold and insects rip at my flesh.
I want to be somewhere safe and warm, where i can watch happiness unfold.
I used to think you were so complex.
but my math teacher showed me your not.
I keep making it too hard, instead of just focusing.
Focus.
And i have tried and tried to tell you.
how much you mean to me.
But my fingers wont hit the right keys.
and the english language is inadequate.
The only way i can show you i love you is to let you be free.
I think it is finally time to let you drift off in the breeze.
I only hope you will remember me.

Writer's Block: blushes

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:27:17 GMT

What is the most common compliment you receive?

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It is usually on my smile.

To whom i have not yet met.

Prescott

hmm

first post.

poem written by me, of course.

Writer's Block: *blushes*

Writer's Block: blushes