Entries By Elizabeth
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transform
we transform during our lifetime. becoming what we are supposed to be. like a beautiful butterfly, transformation is not a bad thing. it is just what happens. change is natural, change is supposed to happen. be yourself, be who you really are. transform into the beautiful butterfly you are supposed to be.
Posted By Elizabeth On 05.28.2012 @ 7:42 am
I watched as it changed. The whirling, dark form could not pick a solid shape to manifest in. It was almost like a thought – but one that no one would be comfortable to have. A nightmare in visible sight, plain as day. The transformation from dream to reality was chilling.
Posted By Elizabeth On 05.27.2012 @ 1:00 pm
leading
He was walking up ahead, eyes sparkling in that way I couldn’t refuse. Anyone sane would find it threatening, but the way his hand was reaching backward, almost holding mine as I followed him into the abyss… It was leading me. I simply couldn’t refuse.
Posted By Elizabeth On 05.26.2012 @ 11:06 am
retrieve
All I could think about was how desperate I was to go back in time and see it again. The smoky lights, the dim, faded colors of the curtains over the worn-out, wooden stage… The memory is so fleeting now that I can barely retrieve it. How sad, that things we once loved will end up such a grasp for us.
Posted By Elizabeth On 05.24.2012 @ 9:13 pm
separate
alibi
My alibi was pretty shaky. I think the cops know that. I wish I could go home and never had this night. How come I make so many bad decisions
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.30.2012 @ 8:27 am
gladiator
The crowds roared as the man in shining armour and tassles entered the arena. He drew his sword and charged toward the mighting lion, stabbing it in the chest. The lion went down with a mighty roar, and the gladiator left the arena with a final cheer of the crowd.
Posted By elizabeth On 04.25.2012 @ 4:48 pm
Gladiator reminds me of when Ryan and I used to watch Spartacus together. We were young and so in love, with so much in common. Especially an affinity for sex and fighting. But the good news is I don’t watch it anymore, not since we broke up, so it doesn’t bring me back and make me hurt.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.25.2012 @ 12:25 pm
Gladiators remind me of how Ryan and I used to watch Spartacus. Those were good days, and he was a good guy. I still miss him sometimes. I will get over it though, and that day just may be very, very soon. Then again though, you never really get over your first love, or so I hear.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.25.2012 @ 12:22 pm
desk
In front of me, as always, sits a plain wooden desk. From morning, until a break for lunch. From after lunch, until before dinner. From then, until bedtime. In the face of deadlines and exams, projects and playtime, it remains the most quiet, obliging company.
Life in front of a desk. We should get married soon.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.16.2012 @ 5:43 am
rattle
Hollow words rattled inside her like foam peanuts in an empty cardboard box. They didn’t mean anything to her anymore – how could she believe what they told her, when she couldn’t even believe herself?
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.13.2012 @ 12:15 pm
nourish
Nourishment is something everyone needs. We get it in different ways, too. Through food, interaction with other people, love – sometimes through things we don’t need at all.
People sometimes blow the idea of nourishment out of proportion. “We’re going to nourish your soul, your stomach, your desire for material possessions, your attraction to adventure” – well, we always come away still hungry, don’t we?
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.12.2012 @ 4:59 pm
pins
This was not the way she had left the room. The curtains were torn, and shards of glass gleamed on the desk. Pins and chalk were strewn all over the floor.
Above, the open window gaped in the silence of a crime unseen.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.10.2012 @ 9:03 am
branches
The branches grabbed at my clothes as I ran through the forrest.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.07.2012 @ 10:30 pm
ruby
How many years has he waited? How many tears has she shed? How many innocent smiles have been crushed along the way, how many deaths has this one stone taken?
Too many. Too many have given to the deep red, the cutting gleam of the ruby. Too many for too long.
Posted By Elizabeth On 04.07.2012 @ 6:52 am
charms
Charms, and all I can think of is charms class. Oh Harry Potter, how you do infest my brain. I would love to sit in on one of those classes. I’d bring my own wand and everything.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.31.2012 @ 8:21 pm
drifting
Drifting. Lazily laying back and letting whatever happens happens. NOthing matters, it just goes by. It begins, than continues until the end. Nothing fazes your drift, it just carries you on.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.26.2012 @ 7:54 pm
temper
It’s unbecoming to have temper tantrums at middle age, but how to stop them? Things don’t go right. You plan them, plot the details, hope for the best–and still, fiasco. Who wouldn’t bawl and shout in such a circumstance? Turkey burned to a crisp, potatoes full of too much pepper.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.26.2012 @ 4:10 am
Please don’t lose your temper. It turns everything ugly. Your vision distorts in your anger, and nothing can be done until you see straight again. We need you here, we need you now. Everything you need is more than your anger and stupid pride. It is. And it has to be. The world is not against you, it needs you to be stronger.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.25.2012 @ 7:22 pm
residue
Left over on the cup after the month is up: residue. Is it minerals? Sometimes a tiny fly’s wing or a different thing, a clunk of dust from the curtain rod. What’s left over.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.23.2012 @ 3:53 pm
you leave a residue on me that is sometimes hard to see but even worse it is to feel it the grainy softness of it rolling in between my fingers the space between my hipbone and the elastic of my jeans the residue snakes under my toenails and i pick at it ferociously flicking you farther and farther away
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.23.2012 @ 11:22 am
fixed
What can you do to fix what I’ve broken? Can it even be fixed by someone other than that person who broke it? Find out. It’s what we must do now.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.21.2012 @ 8:03 pm
ratings
The ratings made it seem like it would be worth getting. I wanted it. I pictured making bread for friends and neighbors seven days a week–good gluten-free, dairy-free bread for my friends and neighbors. So I checked the thing out. Why not go for the one with the highest ratings?
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.20.2012 @ 1:04 pm
pageant
Pageant’s are not a good thing. Actually their quite disturbing. People say that their doing it for their college funds but in reality it’s nothing like that. It’s for them to stand around and show their assets off to the world and bask in the attention.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.20.2012 @ 8:25 am
pastel
It’s the color I think of when I think of babies. It’s the color that comes to mind when I think of spring. It’s the color of peace of mind and it calms me in a strange way that I can’t explain. As a word pastel is an odd one and I’m not sure if it ever meant anything other than the color pallet but I like it nonetheless.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.16.2012 @ 7:37 pm
pattern
sewing, I like sewing, but when I think about sewing all I want to do is a ton of other projects. So I buy a ton of stuff to do all of these projects and end up just staring at it. I am like a craft hoarder.
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.16.2012 @ 12:55 am
Pattern on a quilt. I can see it. Twisting shapes, double helix. Psychedelic colors. Color scheme..
Posted By Elizabeth On 03.15.2012 @ 9:37 pm
duration
its hard to deal with things. school social life relationships. but you’ve got to deal with it all. and during the whole duration you come to learn things about yourself about what you want in life about who you want to be about everything. you come to figure yourself out. you find who you are. but it takes a while. it can take a really long time acutally. but you’ve got to go through the whole duration with everything. you’ve got to stick with it. because thats where you find truth about yourself and about life. i guess thats why duration is so difficult but its worth it.
Posted By elizabeth On 03.15.2012 @ 8:24 am
