people from oceanside hs?    2005-09-12 12:06:48 ET
i am looking for someone who goes to oceanside highschool. if you do or if someone you know does, please let me know!!!! ill explain stuff to you if you need to know. lol. thx so much guys!


 Animal Crackers    2005-09-10 07:21:21 ET
the simplest things always make me smile. today i saw a box of Barnum's Animals animal crackers on the shelf of Stop and Shop. you think, yeah, sure, nothing out of the ordinary. but, must i say, they spoke to me. those poor shrunken edible animals cried out from inside of their red cardboard box and screamed "megan! buy us! buy us!" i stuck my chapped hands inside of the pockets of my jeans. i had exactally $2.96. the aminal crackers cost $1.96. rejoiced, i left the crackers on the convayer belt. they started their journey down the matte black road. recounting my money, i realized that i only had $1.96 in my hand! my beloved animal crackers would have to be abandoned. i searched each pocket of my jeans. their bodies pulled inside out and backwards, but still, my hand lay cold with about $0.50 too short. "damn sales tax" i mutterd to myself. sadly, i reached out for the gleaming box of circus animals. aghast! i have the money! i sprang down upon one knee and lifted the leg of my worn jeans. revealied were a pair of grey kangaroos - the kind with the pockets. i unzipped the pocket of my left shoe and my heart collapsed after my cold fingers felt nothing inside. quickly i shifted my weight without bothering to zipper my shoe pocket or pull down my pant leg. as i had done with the first shoe, i lifted the pant leg and unzipped. i held my breath as my fingers penetrated the seam. "yes!" i rejoiced as i pulled out two shiney quarters. placing then face up in my palm, the mini George Washingtons smiled at me. "that will be $2.06 please." i handed the casheir my money. bravely i added, "keep the change" and took my new snack from the man in the green vest. i had a bounce in my step as i walked out the door. despite the fact that my pant legs were still rolled up and my shoes unzipped, i had those animals, and nobody was going to threaten my chance of happiness again.

 The Laundramat    2005-09-09 17:51:32 ET
the moon shined (shone?) high above the muggy september night. the clouds danced passed it creating a most elegant scene. far beneath the mysterious moon sat i girl. she wore her hair in a pony tail, and tears on her painfully red cheeks. feet curled under her black cargo pants, and arms crossed over her red fabricated body.

more than a million thought were running through her corrupted head. the black streatch tie at the nape of her neck was the last resort holding them all in, preventing them from escaping.

the girl directed her scarred eyes toward the smiling moon singing her sweet songs inside of her head. it was the only force keeping her sane...


 Around The Kitchen Table    2005-09-09 12:36:40 ET
Picture this, you walk into a perfectly arranged kitchen. There are drapes on a sliding glass door, and a oval kitchen table alongside of the door. In the middle of the kitchen, there is a strong, sturdy, hand-made island table. Both the kitchen sink and the stove are accessable from its rectangular counter. From the perdfectly positioned kitchen table, you can see the entire kitchen as well as part of the dining room through a door. The door is situated directly across the sliding glass door. In this warm and inviting gathering spot is where the family congregates for an evening meal, dinner. The table is set, placemats and all. A woman around forty is seen waltzing into the kitchen. She walks over to one of the many cabinets located in this kitchen, and pulls out an apron. Tying the tea-pot decorated skirt around her timy waist, she calls out for her children. Two young children, a boy and a girl, come running into the kitchen through the entrance to the family room, also located off the kitchen. The two children immediately head over to the kitchen sink and turn the water on. With a subtle laugh, the young boy turns the water on his sister and soon a full fledged water fight erupts. Laughing, but trying to hold it back, the mother breaks up this entorage. Returning to washing their hands, the children calm down. When their hands are clean, the boy and the girl turn off the faucet and sit down at the kitchen table. The woman walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a gallon of milk. She then pours it into the childrens glasses. The boy takes one look at his tall cool glass of milk and immediatly takes a sip. Sitting down in her seat, the woman unties her apron and places it on the island table behind her. Before the three can even begin their mean, a man walks in through the basement door. He is wearing a pair of dress pants, a suit jacket, pressed white shirt and a tie. The man carries a dark brown leather breifcase. As soon as the door shuts, both the girl and the boy jump up out of their seats. "Daddy!" they both scream, jumping into his arms. Te woman slowly gets out of her seat and walks oer to the man, embraces him, and simply says "dinner's ready honey." The four sit down at their oval table, and enjoy a nice family dinner, just as they do each night.

It is now nine years later, in the very same kitchen where a loving family shared their nightly family dinners.

One breif look into the kitchen reveals that there has been a change. The sliding glass doors no longer have beautiful drapes on them, and the countertops are cluttered with papers. A voice is heard from inside the family room. Two people, a man and a teenage girl walk out in a heated argument. The son, now much older an taller, trudges up from the basement with a permenant pout on his face. The girl, the boy and the man silently set the table and prepare dinner. After dinner is ready, the three sit down at the table. This meal is in no comparison as graceful as the ones they used to enjoy a long time ago. The three start on dinner without the woman. Mid-way through their silent meal, a middle aged woman opens the basement door the very same way the man did eight years prior. This time, the two children mutter a hello while chewing their under cooked meal. The man does not even acknowledge her. Skipping dinner altogether, the woman retreats upstairs to have a sshower; the man, in the basement for a ciggarette; the girl, into the mans home office to instant message her friends; the boy, into the family room to watch television.

The air around this once beautifully fabricated kitchen table has dried into a silent whisper. The room has become lifeless, the house, has died. The family inside, fallen apart never to be rejuvinated.


 Into My Wildest Dreams: Poems By Me    2005-09-09 12:33:52 ET

Even as death breaths down my broken neck, i cry out to you falling in pain.
My hearts desire has run cold through summer eves long day.
Crying prayers fall through my mind flashing memories of that sunny day
when i bore unto a life renewed --
the child of fear
and the child of pain.

Desperate nights and eyes so cold,
tears from devils rabbit betrayal.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...
My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

Trusting in each word all too well;
dreams beyond imaginations.
Let me fall from balconies unknown into beauties resent (let me fall)...
from balconies unknown into beauties resent.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

Hold my hand racing the clock's mortuary of final time.
Panic-stricken, lies unfold; tears become my only hope.
As you watch my steady heart flow from my wrist,
redeem valid only at participating...

Desperate nights and eyes so cold,
tears from devils rabbit betrayal.

My spirits broken into wings crashed down...

I beg to you, let me fall from balconies unknown,
into beauties resent.


in the palest pink of fragile july skies,
i feel into the sleep of an angel,
and danced upon the gates of heaven.
i drempt of your dancing eyes,
and of the promise of tommorw kiss.
as i slept within jets of wonder,
your subtle lies snuck in through my ears.
they relapsed all of loves cries
creating my safe haven.
when i awoke,
i found myself drifting past reality;
into a realm of bitter sweet romance.
we danced upon lauging pillars,
and spoke of only the rising sun.
as night approached once more,
you fled into your brilliant cave.
to be shunned if i followed,
my beauty lurked beside.
into the darkness, my eyes fell,
and feet rose up under a breath of wonder.
my tangled heart traveled
deep into your secret cave.
it glistened with loves kiss
landing on its tender walls.
farther i danced through your cave,
and the crystals deteriated.
only scraps of tattered cloth
lined those majestic purple walls.
my eyes turned red in fury
and i was forced away.
in mornings rain,
you came to me in a transparent blur,
but as you approached,
all that remained was the tender
scars you left behind.


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