February 2012
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Suffocation
Day in and day out, suffocation.
This air of familiarity grows thicker and thicker as each day takes motion,
At work, my lungs feel engorged, as if someone ripped a whole right through them and filled them with water,
At home, I feel stuffed to my breeches, not even an unbuttoning of the pants will make it any easier to breathe,
In my own room, I feel hot, suffocated by my blankets and the things...
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It's crazy, how the more time goes by, the more...
January 2012
19 posts
I've walked around for too long looking for a...
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Clara: January 23,2012
Clara had this constant fear or being forgotten, not needed, or not loved. The only reason why she did sleep with Mali was because it made her feel good about herself, it made her feel wanted and loved; and it seems as each day goes by she is less needed and less loved. If she died, would anyone miss her? If she went away, would they be in need of her return? Lonely, lonely, that is she. As each...
I just came out of a dream; my ipod was on and Lady by Regina Spektor was playing. My 4 month pregnant cousin was drinking wine, and I hear, “little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder, little wet tears on my baby’s shoulder” and I’m coming out of my dream and my cousins face fades as the music gets louder and I catch a glimpes of an evil smile from her right before I...
You know those parts in movies, that parts where they say, “do you know the different between so and so,why one is happy and the other isn’t?” And they go on explaining what one is doing right and the other is doing wrong; well, I wish there were some genius narrator telling me what I’m doing wrong and the other is doing right.
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Clara: January 2, 2012
4:28am in the morning and Clara’s eyes are very heavy, but they can’t seem to close. It’s the New Year and what now? So far all she’s done is eat, sit around, eat, think, yawn, listen to music, and eat some more. The only thing that appears to be heading for a change is her weight. Mali text her, he wants to “hang out”, if that were so, and even if that were, they wouldn’t have much to talk about....
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Clara: December 30, 2011
As she tangles herself in her thoughts, she realizes something; that she knows nothing. Clara outdid herself this time, she did an unthinkable thing, something she did not see herself doing again for a very long time. She had casual sex with a not so casual guy. His name is Malikiah, Mali for short. It all started when Clara was 15 years old, Mali was 17, and Clara was dating Mali’s friend at the...
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Clara: November 19, 2011
Dead; that word had crept into Clara’s mind like a bad love song. She looked in the mirror and she contemplated, “Makeup or no makeup…?” She’d stop and look at herself for a while, examine her eyes, pout her lips , “If only I were prettier, if only my stomach wasn’t so big, my thighs so fat, and my head so big…Makeup or not, I always look dead, and sometimes, I even feel dead.” Clara would then...
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Clara: November 15, 2011
That’s it! Clara couldn’t go without writing; she tried to solve her problems herself, she tried solving them without putting them into chronological order. She desperately needed to do so, and now she found herself two clicks from exploding. She had done something wrong, very wrong; she kissed one of the drummers from church, but that’s not all they did. He felt her up and she jerked him off,...
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Clara: October 24, 2011
“You are strong willed, but easily fooled, I am weak willed, but no one can fool me.”
All she had for a self-expression was writing; but she seldom used it like it used and abused her. Her will was weak, it’s true, but her head was on straight….it was her heart she was worried about. She was never good at “picking” guys, as if they were in some sort of line for her; she always chose “the wrong...
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Clara: September 29, 2011
Today Clara finished reading “A stolen Life” (With the exception of a few pages, she had to rush to pick her little sister up from school). She suddenly felt grateful; she felt happy to be alive and she was happy with all the choices and decisions that she had made in life; she wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. She realized ANYTHING that happens in her life is better than the life...
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Clara: September 27, 2011
Today he said something that was a bit of a deal breaker; it’s time we gave him a name, let’s call him Albert. Albert, her little sister and herself were at Target and she commented on her last fellow and how Albert and him were friends, she said ,in a joking manner, “Yeah right, you guys were best friends, you used to suck his dick” and Albert replied “Not like someone I know.” And he pointed at...
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Clara: September 24, 2011
She stopped thinking about Nicholas and New York all together; she didn’t even think about HIM, she just didn’t. She didn’t think anymore, she stopped that all together; and honestly she felt better that way. Without realizing it, she was “plunging herself” into things, she knew she couldn’t keep it up much longer but she did it anyway. Ever since she started reading “A Stolen Life”, all she...
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Clara; September 22, 2011
She was now reading two books, “A Stolen Life” by Jaycee Dugard and “Seven Things That Steal Your Joy” by Joyce Meyer. You’re probably thinking how it’s possible for people to read two books at a time, some people have a problems keeping up with one book, but after the first few books she read, she found pleasure in nothing else. “A Stolen Life” and “Seven Things That Steal Your Joy” went hand in...
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Clara; September 20, 2011
The problem with her was that she needed someone there all of the time, and she often took what she could get; and what she could always get no matter what, was HIM. He was a phone call away, down the street, she could go to him any time and he’d welcome her with open arms every time no matter what she did to him, it seemed impossible for him to hate her, and she loved it. Gosh, she loved him so...
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A new "About Me", for I am changing every day.
I am boring, I am fun. I’m pessimistic, I am optimistic. I am outgoing and I am shy. I am easily angered yet as calm as a tree. I am an artist, I am a writer, I am a lover, I am a fighter. I am a reader, I am a TV watcher. I am a lover of music, 20’s-70’s, I am a lover of movies from happy to scary.I am loud, I am quiet, I am young, I am free. I am happy, I am sad, and no matter...
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Clara; September 20, 2011
So she had these sandals, she wore them practically all summer, and they gave her the funniest looking tan line; but they were just so comfortable. She was used to them, they were easy to put on and easy to walk in; but she knew she had to stop wearing them soon because Autumn was coming and the cute heels she wanted to wear with her Autumn clothes wouldn’t look good with her tan lines. Isn’t that...
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Clara; September 14, 2011
She thought emotions were a waste of time, she thought people felt sad because they wanted something to do. She thought emotions were a waste of time, yet she was filled with so many of them. Was happy a waste of time too? She’s felt happy before, but what does it all mean to her? I guess deep down inside she believes one can always be happy no matter what, and being sad is the only waste of time...
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Clara; September 14, 2011 (Keep reading, it gets...
And so she read on his blog, “Why can’t you FUCKING understand that I just want to be around you for these next couple of months before you leave?! I know I’m not exactly the type of person you want me to be but fuck, like me for who I am…I’ll stop drinking and smoking for you but just please, let me be with you!” He doesn’t know she read that; it may not have her name in it but she knows it’s for...
December 2011
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Clara; September 8, 2011
Was he really worth her time, her anger, her love? Did she love him? Of course not, she couldn’t, and never will (?) She had told him she loved him many times before, but she did not mean it. She didn’t love him (the fellow who took her virginity) the fellow from her childhood, or that last fellow she had. She had love for them, but to love them? That’s beyond her. She just liked having him...
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Clara; September 8, 2011
“Stopover” was the name of the book she was reading; and she finished reading it (one slow day in a waiting room). She had never felt more incomplete that day after reading that book. She went through each character a way only she could. She began to think about her younger sister (her best friend) and her little sister’s new found friend; she thought to herself, “Maybe she can be my ‘replacement’...
I’ve been wondering around, wondering how I got so, so fucking boring all of the sudden, so fucking scared, I’m not scared.
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New writing series for you literature lovers:...
Before we go into this story, I’d like to say it’s not much of a story. It’s written like a diary of someone looking in on someones life, keeping record of their thoughts and truly describing their emotion (Clara’s).The narrator is Clara stepped out of herself and looking in her own life; telling herself things she never had the guts to say. This is the only way Clara can...
October 2011
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Retired
I’m feeling the ocean breeze run through my curly hair,
I grab hold of my husband’s hand and smell the salty air.
Where do we live?
We live everywhere.
I sail island to island with the one I love most,
We’re retired now, only with a beautiful boat to call home.
Every day we fish for dinner,
Every day our life gets better.
At night we settle in our little cubby,
He leans over to kiss me and says...
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Doin’ homework….in the nude.
July 2011
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Beauty In Ocen
A beauty in the ocean with curly hair, Golden skin, no cares;
Watch her dance where the water meets the sand, No more fragile bones,no more weak hands;
Watch the sun, feel that Cali breeze, Watch her move,she’s one with the sea;
If she could choose a place to forever stay, She’d choose the ocean, or a dock on the bay;
Water soothes her, it washes away her pain, It washes away any...
Essay for school about my dreams! :)
“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep” as Walt Disney would put it; for some it’s something more. All my life I’ve dreamt of something, if it wasn’t one thing it was another; but as soon as they got shot down in some way I’d give up and never look back.
Growing up, I have fallen in and out of love with New York; a while ago I was...
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My computer has not been working and I am unable to type or anything until I get it fixed…
June 2011
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Summer
The summer is here at last,
And no more overcast;
Oh the summer, what an inspiration,
For love, adventure, and contemplation;
I want to capture summer in a rhyme,
A poem or two, to freeze it in time;
But summer comes and goes like any other season,
It gives life and love a reason;
Every summer is a new canvas,
Paint in some friends and some road trip vans;
Late nights in closed pools,
Half naked...
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About me
As you can see by my tumblrs, I don’t really list anything or say anything in the “about me” section. That isn’t because I’m boring, or because I have nothing to say, in fact, I have plenty to say; it’s because I sometimes feel it isn’t necessary for me to say things about myself, the things I like, and who I think I am, because regardless of what I say,...
Someone wants to get this poem tattooed on them
http://biographyofjoss.tumblr.com/post/5075709817/love-and-life-first-official-poem-i-ever-wrote
What joy! What honor!
May 2011
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Big Bang
I am the earth and you are the sun,
Though we never touch, we need each other just as much;
You give me light, you give me life,
I give you something to keep alive;
When you go away my oceans roar,
When you return my birds chirp;
Though we never touch, your luminosity keeps me warm,
But even when you’re around, I still feel alone;
The moon makes it impossible for us to touch,
You reflect its...
Kevin: (in a fun and silly way) you’re squishy
Junior: Deng, that’s messed up Joss, did you hear that? Man, don’t listen to him, you’re a stick, you need to gain weight.
Me: What?! That’s messed up! I’m not gonna act like something I’m not, I’m fat and so what, I can’t hide that.
Jon: You know what Joss, you’re beautiful, you’re...
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We've come a long way. (the one no one clicked...
How time speeds by; first it slowly drifts from our view, then it slips through our fingertips. Time does a lot of things, it can either ruin or create something. Time changes your face, your body, your mind, and even your heart. What a long way we’ve come; from childhood to adolescence, from adolescence to adulthood. I thought the day would never come where I’d be going away, moving...
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I don't even know
And this grieving feeling storms in my heart like an unexpected storm,
I am not in my element, I am not in the norm,
Every love story, every tale, brings me unexplainable sadness,
Could this be a lost love? It is shier madness.
One could lose their mind over a broken spirit,
One can hurt so badly, they can’t take it;
The mere thought brings this knot to my throat,
I never thought I could bare so...
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It doesn't matter
When you grow up it’s not going to matter what clothes you wore, what music you listened to or how many friends you had, it’s just no gonna matter. And you make that your world now, put everything else aside, and one day you’re going to look back and wish you hadn’t. No one will care what music you listen to, how many friends you have, or what trend is in, no one. No one is...
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Stay With You
“Why is it I can’t forget you?”
I think every time you creep up in my mind,
Time has gone by and my life is no longer the same,
I’m on my way to live life in a very big way;
My mind is filled with other things; it’s quite busy in fact,
But through all the madness, the piece that is you is still intact,
As busy as I can be,
I still manage to find time in the day to think of you and me;
You’re like...
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Zachary: I missed you. I’ve been wanting you near me.
Joss: yeah? why?
Zachary: I like the way you feel; I like the way your body feels and the way your presence feels.
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:) i absolutely love it, Joss has talent :p
You better not just be sayin’ that :p
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Friendship, Love, and Living.
Every summer they’d spend at the pool, they’d stay all night, all nine of them. When the water got too cold, they migrated to the warm bubbling spa; they’d huddle and look at the stars, seven boys and two girls. One girl would turn away from the stars and gaze at her friends, she’d think and ask to herself, “Will we be forever? Will we always look at the stars together on warm summer nights?” A...
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A language makes a feeling feel so absurd.
mister-stranger-deactivated2011 asked: You have amazing pictures on your other blog...
I just had to follow this blog as well, for your writing is admirable. But who am I to say so? :]
I just had to follow this blog as well, for your writing is admirable. But who am I to say so? :]
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Original
“No one’s original, sep Joss.”
What is it to be original?
Must be like an original painting, freshly painted on a white hyde canvas;
But all the best paintings are imitated.
So are the best of us copied and reused?
None of us planned to be used,
The best of us were thought of one day,
Painted on a canvas a very original way;
The brush swept every direction,
Created a tasteful confection;
So...
April 2011
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Love and Life (first official poem I ever wrote)
Life is never too short, it is simply timeless
The time we have is the one we need
The life we live is the one we lead
The love we feel isn’t always there; the love we lost isn’t fair
Then we find someone again,
Who shows us how to love again
2005
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Chuck E Cheese's
“Where a kid can be a kid” All I thought about Chuck E Cheese’s when I visit it today with my niece was “I wonder what year Chuck E Cheeses was made famous” and “I wonder how many coins and tickets they have to manufacture a year” This place, once so glorious to me, so adventurous, became something to study. I used to think the play area was huge, it was...