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  • miss.misery on July 29, 2008
    i've kinda been writing more.
    something long that you'd better check out when i finally finish and post it. hah.
  • miss.misery on March 24, 2008
    there you go. i posted something not so sucky. so no more complaining from you, missy.
  • miss.misery on March 4, 2008
    i think you need to write more. i miss your poems.
  • on February 25, 2007
    Lid, this is Sarah.

    I don't know if you'll check this or not, but please take down Inconvenience Store. I'm not very happy about that. I don't exactly appreciate you using my work on your site as your own.
  • shelly webster on September 17, 2006
    Elyse Segebart Segebart 1
    Beth Wulf
    College English
    9/16/06
    Highway Memoirs

    It felt as if I had been wrapped in a cold, wet blanket. The cold was now enveloping my body through my newly shattered car windows. The wet was that of my own blood soaking then drying to my army jacket, battered fact, and matted blonde hair. It was painfully cold when I’d drift back into consciousness, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself move. I probably would have been afraid if there hadn’t been one thing bothering me more. It was the fact I couldn’t stay awake long enough to grasp the answer to the daunting question racing though my mind. Why was I looking at the highway?
    The day it happened started off like every day of the past five months of jazz band season. The alarm clock sounding off its foghorn of a beep, up and ready for the day at 5:45 A.M. My warm, sleep-filled bed begged to differ, so five or six snoozes later I finally got up. If I had to hear that deafening beep go off again, I was going to shatter it into a thousand little green metallic pieces.
    Crawling out from the warmth of my homemade quilt, I quickly grabbed a sweatshirt and slipped on my monster-feet-shaped slippers. Despite my newly acquired sources of heat, the air still had a chilly bite. I could hear the wind blowing outside, although shimmering gold sunlight shone through the cracks of my blinds. It looked so
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    nice out through the windows, but I knew it was freezing and it had snowed the night before. I was surprised to see the sun out so soon considering the weather the night before. At least the roads shouldn’t be bad, I thought to myself.
    I stretched and yawned; trying to wake myself up from yet another late-night scramble to finish homework I never seem to have time to do. I’d be running on four hours of sleep until I get home from work tonight. Then I’ll have to finish the ceaseless pile of mindless worksheets and repetitive note taking so I can squeeze in at least five of the eight recommended hours of sleep. I was really looking forward to this day already.
    (Note to reader: Previous sentence contained excessive sarcasm.)
    I yawned again and glanced at the bright green digital numbers telling me that I’m already running ten minutes behind. I swear there’s some sort of time-continuum trick that clocks do if they sense you’re s slow-moving unit in the morning. When you aren’t looking, they’ll just flip a number or twenty and send you into a whirlwind of chaos and frenzy, completely frazzling your newly rejuvenated brain cells. For me, this seemed to be an every morning dilemma.
    I grabbed the first pair of clean-looking jeans and an acceptable looking shirt and consider myself dressed for the day. I sit and brush my waist-length lightning blonde hair and put my beanie hat with kitty ears on my head. I mentally check off every action on my morning routine list and begin to finish it up with my makeup. I have to have on at least mascara and lip-gloss before I can leave, even if it makes me late or later than I already am.

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    I run downstairs and slam down a cup of scalding hot coffee, not caring about the burning sensation rampaging down my esophagus. I throw on my shoes and my ten-dollar army jacket I invested in at a second-hand store. Flying out the door, I hear my mother yelling her everyday “don’t speed!” and “wear your seatbelt!” mantras at my back.
    “Yeah. Okay, Mom! Bye!” I barked back.
    Little did I know, those could have been the last words I might have said to my mother.
    I jump into my cute little 1995 teal-green Sunfire and put on my seatbelt because I knew my mom would be watching to make sure I did. I crank the heat and speed off down the road. I turn up the radio and glance at the time. 6:58 A.M. It seemed like I could make it on time. I was tired of being late to jazz band because Klaver gets mad and then it ruins the entire morning rehearsal. I love music, but I just can’t seem to motivate myself in the morning.
    Suddenly, a burst of wind rams up against my car and I nearly hit the gravel. I look at my speedometer. It read eight-five miles per hour. I can already feel the panic settle in. If I slow down, it’ll be that much later that I get there. I couldn’t handle a speeding ticket though, so I settle to a rushing sixty-five. I know being late is my own fault, but at least I’m always within five minutes of the bell. 7:15 A.M. is just like a sock twisted wrong in your shoe or a wayward strand of hair no hairspray can cure. And that wayward strand was getting closer.

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    It seemed like time was speeding up or something. Despite worrying about the time, the wind was strong the whole way except behind the rolling hills on the sides of the road. When you came out from behind these mounds, it about swept you off the road. I came around six-mile turnoff and came out from behind one of the larger hills. Before I
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    knew it, I was trying to get my car back on the highway. All I remember after that was sliding, putting my hands on the roof, seeing grass, and saying some random profanity out of lack of better things to say. After that, things are just a blur of questions and emotions.
    I was drifting in and out of consciousness after it happened, not completely grasping what just took place, but I distinctly remember asking myself, Why am I looking at the highway? I could feel the warmth of my blood running down the back of my head and then soaking my coat, but I was so disoriented that I didn’t even realize what it was or even who I was.
    Out of nowhere, this man was opening my door while calling on his cell phone and asking me questions. I could hear the words, but I couldn’t understand what they were. It was like a slow-motion dream and I didn’t quite understand where he came from, so I assumed he was here to help me with my dilemma. I kept telling him that I was cold while I cried, but he kept saying things I didn’t understand. I don’t remember what he looks like, but I remember that I felt really weak and I felt safer with him being there. I was still shaking from the cold, but while looking at the sky, everything went black again.

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    A few conscious drifts later, I’m being pulled out of my car and into an ambulance. When we started moving, I told them we were going the wrong way because my sense of direction was totally messed up. I was so disoriented I started to feel sick, so I stopped fighting the sleep and let myself drift.
    I could feel hands all over me. I didn’t know if I was dreaming now because I didn’t feel the cold anymore. They asked if they could cut my coat off, but before I could answer, I was cold again and passing out.
    I awoke later as they were taking my out of the ambulance and barreling me into the emergency room. Laying on the stretcher bed and watching the ceiling lights go by looks exactly like it does in shows except I was going about ten times faster. My head was throbbing in pain, but the pain was mainly on the left side of my head, face, and ear. It felt like half my head was just set on fire and people were failing to put it out. I focused on the lights and drifted off again with the voices around me fading into the background of my consciousness.
    A well-dressed man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a warm smile awakened me a short time later. He introduced himself to me and explained he was going to stitch up the wounds on my head and ear and send me to my room to get some rest.
    I looked around the bright white room. My grandma Joan was there, positive as usual. She started making jokes and laughing with me though she had tears in her eyes. My mom was telling me to smile for the camera, her face still puffy from crying. Then there was my father. He stood at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, with a softer look

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    over-taking his usually hard-gaze. It seemed as if he might cry, but I know my dad better than that. He just told me he was glad I was still here and didn’t say much after that.
    The doctor returned and began pricking my wounds with anesthetics. When it kicked in, he started working and sewed this rag doll back together. The procedure was quick and right after the stitches were strategically placed in my head; they escorted me to my room where I was greeted with cards and flowers. They hooked me up to an I.V. and shortly after, I was fast asleep again.
    Amidst my bouts of consciousness, I remember people stopping in to see how I was, but I don’t remember faces or how many came. I do remember at one point in the night I had several of members of my family in my room, but I don’t think I spoke to anyone.
    I stayed in the hospital overnight and the next day I was unhooked, packed up, and sent on my way. Returning to school was out of the question at this point, so I took a week off before returning to normalcy.
    The week I stayed at home gave me a time to reflect on what had happened. My dad said I was blown off the road, overcorrected, tried to correct my over-correction, went in the ditch, and rolled a few times. I had landed on a fence, which prevented me from tumbling down the gigantic hill behind it. My seatbelt had broken in the accident and was the cause of my head wounds. Also, all my windows broke except for the windshield and mine. The doors had all come open and twisted off except for mine as well. The weirdest thing though, was the man who had found me works in Mapleton and usually takes the Charter Oak way to work. Oddly, this fine day, something had told him to take the scenic route through Schleswig. It’s amazing to count every chance of volition and think about all the “what if’s”.
    Car accidents can teach you a lot about life. It can teach you how precious it really is, how many people care about you, how to be careful, and how to appreciate what you have while you’re still here. Things may not always happen the way you expect them to, but I’m glad that I can be here today to tell people to appreciate what you have now and to avoid little errors in judgment that could ultimately change lives forever, including your own.
  • shelly webster on September 8, 2006
  • WindUpEnigma on August 15, 2006
    I am a sagittarius...with some extreme Scorpio tendencies ([one of] my brother[s] is a scorpio).
    Hell yeah.
    So...where's your entry in my contest? Here I was, hoping you'd turn out something [else] amazing...steal the gold right out from under everyone's nose...*sigh* Ah well. Good at crushing dreams, aren't you?
    J/k. Of course. You know I love you, for how could I not love myself?
    [god, I need to sleep, I feel so cracked out, zombie *glitch* *twitch* *dies*]
    P.S. As a raver...do you have a rave name?
  • WindUpEnigma on August 13, 2006
    It's crazy how insanely alike we are. Random as hell (though you do a better job at getting it across in writing, I think...!color!blinky!lights! lol) and so in love with someone who doesn't really understand how much...what's your zodiac, out of curiosity?
  • lost-in-yesterday on August 8, 2006
    ok one question is your name like your name or from the movie the crow??? i know dumb question
  • BeautiflDeadGrl on August 1, 2006
    yep, I do enjoy jack off jill myself.
  • squishe on July 24, 2006
    how can you listen to matchbook Romance and metal?? confused I am
  • shadowskill on July 19, 2006
    lol i love that film i dressed as the crow for halloween once it was ace if u have msn ill show u xxx
  • shadowskill on July 19, 2006
    hey just a wondering i have but shelly webster thats eric dravens g/f just thought is it ur real name? coz if so thats ace hee xxxx
  • hastings xx on June 29, 2006
    Oh and btw, you wouldn't happen to have a MySpace love would you? If so, give me an add! My URL is: www.myspace.com/swallow_culture
  • hastings xx on June 29, 2006
    Hello dearest, remember me? I have 2 new writes!! Check them out... it's been a loooong time. Especially my write 'piss girl'. Thanks soo much. <3 Hastings
  • Tear Me Apart on June 18, 2006
    Hey...this is lisha... You are an amzing fucking poet ::readslovesdies:: ahhh. alright. have a good day
  • hastings xx on May 31, 2006
    Wonderful!! I'm at school right now but once I get home, I'm going to hop on AP and read your latest. I have a few pieces, will probably be posted them in a few days. Thanks for the update, I look forward to reading! <33
  • shelly webster on May 29, 2006
    dammit! i missed you by an hour.. hope i catch you later.
    i gota go clean my damn room. boo.
    love you.
  • ShatteredExistence on May 29, 2006
    thanks for adding to the poem.... i hate it.... fucking peoples kids nowadays, i swear. heheh. but yeah, ill probably be on later, so ill try to talk to you then.
    love you
    §hattered◘Exi§tence
    Edited on May 29, 9:07 because 'cant spell.... you know that'.
  • ShatteredExistence on May 27, 2006
    Hey love... still in tennesse. bah... i have pictures *dance* haha. should be back.. dunno, soon. Alisha and Karl have house phone now, ill give you the number later. alright, well, loves much... later
  • xelectronxsleepx on April 15, 2006
    i have some cloves coming in the mail... can't wait.
    you are definately an interesting girl...
  • Mrs-Gollihue on March 10, 2006
    The quote on my author page that you were referring to was from Girl, Interrupted. <3
  • Shakesfear on August 24, 2005
    You sound awesome, let's talk some time.
    how old are you?
    i've got so many ideas i'd like to share but i want something in return for poring over them, maybe we could exchange strange things.
    8 )
  • hastings xx on August 23, 2005
    When can I expect another write from miss lovely? You haven't written in awhile though I must sympathize as I have been on a wretched dry spell of inspiration as well...
    Well thanks for commenting (I wish I had something of quality to let you read, I haven't liked my past 4 writes ) and ttyl!
    <3333 Hastings
  • Alissa Ann on July 30, 2005
    Happy 69th poem!!!!! Woooo! You missed my 420th comment party. Hope to see you at my 2 year anniversary. Oh man, I need to sleep. Later! LOVE!

    --Alissa
  • Alissa Ann on July 28, 2005
    You're so f'in emo. *duck* <3
  • ykcul31-bwards on July 23, 2005
    i like amelia atwater-rhodes also, but ive been meaning to read demon in my view. if you like her i suggest the book Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause. and ur poems are great!
  • Thoughtcrime on July 11, 2005
    We have a few things in common, I really like Salvador Dali and Escher aswell, great artists, and intelligent too. I'm also in a band, well two actually, though I play drums, and occasionally sing. Anyway, hope you art and your band gets famous.
  • mrmann1819 on July 8, 2005
    You should enter my contest. Hidding behind a Smile
    Edited on Jul 08, 10:44 because ''.
  • SliptheFlitch on July 3, 2005
    AH MY GOD!!!! I LOVE YOUR BANDS AND AMELIA ATWATER-RHODES AND POE AND AH MY GOD!!! I LOVE THIS PAGE!!!!!! ^.^ *Faints from joy*
  • beautilfullycorrupt on July 1, 2005
    my msn is bear_for_real_this_time@hotmail.com there all the same or .......what ever add me
  • beautilfullycorrupt on June 30, 2005
    you know what.......we have a lot in commen i read ur profile its EXACTLY how i feel about my life and my dad is the same you know i used to look up to him......but as i got old he talkes BS alot you know i hope we can talk more sometime ttyl

    -BEAR-
  • on June 30, 2005
    Okay, I'll ask here! I was just curious as to why you changed your username? Who is..shelly webster?? Made up name or something? *stare*
  • ShatteredExistence on June 16, 2005
    nothing has happened to me... just dealing with the harsh reality of truth and a slap in the face by the bitch called life....Both have been following me very closely... Life and death, pain and gain, i guess nothing is really what you make it to be in the end. Never assume the best in anything... it will most likely turn out as the worst...
  • AVoiceWithin on May 21, 2005
    Hey
    I just started a new group.
    For the majorly cool people in Iowa..
    And I'd love for you to join.
    Here's the link allpoetry.com/Application/1273690
    Jenn
  • hatememorestil on April 2, 2005
    "just like all i'd loved, i'm make believe"- that's by afi, isn't it? i'm trying to recall the song- wait!!!! it's from "this time inperfect" isn't it? the next lines are: asphyxiate on words i would say/ i'm drawn to a blackened sky as i turn blue

    yes! i found it in my head, anyways, have an excellent day

    blessed be
  • on March 28, 2005
    Hi....I just wanted to drop in and say hello. I feel for you as I read your page here...cause I know the daring person and the painted smiles...for that is who I used to be...still am on some days.

    I hope one day this will all get better for you.

    Thanks for reading my work.

    ~DeepRedSun
  • sky black on March 28, 2005
    heya, you commented on my 'Love Forever' poem, and i'd like to say how sorry i am about that guy, yeh men are like that, and can't really be trusted...sadly.
    anyway, just wanted to say, im here, if you need someone to talk to,
    l8az
    sky x
  • Third-Evasion on March 17, 2005
    Hey random person from Iowa, whereabouts do you live? 'Cause probably you are cool and then it would be cooler if I knew you or such.
  • Inexpressible on February 24, 2005
    Great Author page! I think you've struck a chord with a lot of people, including me! Yeah, I looooove punk rock too, and I would love to be in a band, but I don't play an instrument.. if I did it would be bass or drums. Anyways, keep on writing...
  • SamanthaMBall07 on February 22, 2005
    Omg, your author page sounds so close to what I am, except your bass bands.. and your music is omg, WOW...again close.. and your author is my favorite author.. I am tring to find the Demon in my view by her.. i have the book shatterd mirror. I also do cut, and am trying, and jes wanna get to kno you..
  • crimsonsharpie on October 26, 2004
    You sound really awesome and kind of like me. Nirvana is the best band ever. Kurt Cobain was so pretty. Damn Courtney Love! And you should add Greenday to your list cause they are the shit (I mean this in a good way). And American Idiot is one of the best songs ever. Well I could go on commenting on your list forever but...well I've got better things to do like sitting in my room alone. I'll read some of your poetry sometime. Stay cool.
  • NurseFloyd on October 16, 2004
    Though I havent honestly read any of your poetry yet(I am going to after this comment) I just wanted to say, that by just reading your Author Info.. You sound exactly like me.. Only.. Im the youngest.. and.. well.. your in a band.. BUT thats beside the point..lol.. If I must say so Myself, Impeccable taste in music=P Cradle of Filth makes me happy. And Dani... ohhh... Dani.. soooo hot. Want to touch the hiney. hah.. beh. ne woot. You look interesting. therefore.. I must read more.

    <3
    |Jenna|
  • -BlackKnight- on September 28, 2004
    I've discovered over time that Marilyn Manson's a freak. Metallica rules, I'm surprised you didn't list them.
  • MansonsGod on September 6, 2004
    marilyn manson rockss!!!!!
  • Edit The Sad Parts on September 2, 2004
    mmm. oreo. *nibbles cookie* did you have fun in band?
  • Edit The Sad Parts on August 29, 2004
    Jack Off Jill is one of the best bands ever. I love their song Strawberry Gashes, and you sound cool. *hands you a flower and runs away*
  • Jay Is Magic on August 19, 2004
    *throws a glass eyeball*
  • SparklingOutcast on August 13, 2004
    *smiles her happiest real smile (which isnt that happy, despite all the prozac)...i am very glad to have net you...your work is deep and full of emotion...you are honest and give great critiques...you remind me a bit of me and you have great taste in music...basically i am here to say thanx for being awsome
  • Jay Is Magic on August 13, 2004
    *waps with walker*

    Hehehehe...
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