College as ExpectationsCollege as Expectations College is where some go after graduation. You feel at the top of your game but you end up as the bottom of the scholarly food chain. You pack up your life or the favorite things in you life now and drive off, or fly off, into nothingness. No idea of maybe befall you in the next four years of you existence. But what everyone has, every single individual boy and girl has and brings to their little dorm room on a massive campus is this: expectations. Some come with hopes of best friends forever. Some want the party life and hope to strike gold in illegal connections. Other just wish for fun and edCollege as Expectations
this feeling of beingThis feeling of beingthis feeling of being
late, I was there
but slowly was pulled out by a nasty little ache
in the defenseless
little curve of my back
college wasnt college it was nothing left off on pause caught up by the hands
called pain
college was nothing isolated
through suffering shy
from insecurity
it
never happened
people stared
at the empty seat thank god I wasnt
there for the eyes
to sear into
to read the pain off of every move
Fourth of July RevelationFourth of July, it was humid and heavy. The cat, with all its hair, moaned in brevyFourth of July Revelation
the wind laid still, as if its breathe it held and silent were the leaves with none to meld. Dead lay the phone, no ring it bought. Cold plastic and buttons glared with evil light like a taught rising from its inanimate form Almost giving to a ring, but still I wait frustrated and warm.
And as I pray, this woeful figure of fear then shifted to lean and from window peer
and still a not, nothing was there. On sidewalk lane paved of concrete glare, its bare surface a mock, and
Fire Truck Fiasco9:47 PM, the first Wednesday in the month of May, I staggered around the torn up metal body of my car. I stood there, too shocked to cry as witnesses rushed over to support me as I was near fainting. They started walking me away from the smoldering mess and I glanced back, my eyes caught sight of bent and broken steal and black smoke.Fire Truck Fiasco
6:24 PM, Wednesday, My mother and I walked down the road to our friend and neighbor’s house to buy my first car, a perfect little 1994 Saturn. We signed the papers and we got to drive away. I had to learn how to drive it, because it was a manual. We drove around for about 30 minutes and t
it's been... awhile
Luvm
Abby
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it's a cool online RPG game check it out
rune scape
[link]
Life is short and im sick of all the sadness.
but anyways ya check out my DA site
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it's a cool online RPG game check it out
rune scape
[link]
Life is short and im sick of all the sadness.
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Back and in white.
Take care,
Saci
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