Entries By Ella
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loom
the loom was broken, broken into pieces. the shattered wood was thrown about the floor in an uneven pattern, like a child had just thrown a tantrum. it was the remains of a family, the remains of what had been clumsily sewn together. the loom was irreparable, and so were they.
Posted By Ella On 05.11.2013 @ 10:05 am
stories
Anita had many stories accumluated over her travels. One didn’t spend years on the road as a pokemon trainer travelling hither and yonder without stumbling across some rather dubious and amusing things.
Posted By Ella On 05.06.2013 @ 9:06 pm
credibility
there was once an old man who owned a city pawn shop. the thieves and crooks of the night would bring their stolen golden treasures to His old shack of a store hoping to receive some cash for the stolen goods. the man had been about this business for quite some time indeed. he often doubted his own credibility for who in their right mind would put faith in a man with a profession like his. he regarded his work no higher than he regarded the dirty work of the rogues who walked through the squeaky door at the dead of night.
Posted By Ella On 05.04.2013 @ 9:52 pm
The ability to prove yourself using facts, hard data. Unquestionable logic that lends its hands to your words and work. Credibility is the difference between being a loony or a genius.The difference between being locked out in the dismissive cold and sitting by the fire of the belief of others,even if it’s just one.
Posted By ella On 05.04.2013 @ 11:51 am
visitor
the same old me, the same visitor that crossed your heart one sunny morning. thou, years passed and i’m back visiting your heart. I thought you’ve forgot me, but i see that visitors never forget their own visitors.
Posted By ella On 01.28.2013 @ 1:22 pm
sound
Gabe loved the sounds of nature, people always asked if the silence ever got too bad and Gabe laughed, for those who listen, outside is never silent
Posted By Ella On 01.18.2013 @ 7:49 pm
speech
despite spending so much time alone, Gabe could and would talk the leg off a table. What ever of her friends were out and galavanting around with her often had to endure a endless streem of chatter.
Posted By Ella On 01.14.2013 @ 8:14 pm
compass
Gabe had gotten lost one too many times in the years she’d been wandering the wilderness and she just couldn’t resist the shiny compass h sitting in the window of a nearby shop.
Posted By Ella On 01.12.2013 @ 9:39 pm
rise
The sun began to rise over the hills creating pink and orange cracks in quickly brightening sky. I watched from my bedroom mesmerized by its beauty, and transfixed by how certain this act was.
Posted By ella On 11.29.2012 @ 7:23 pm
square
On the other side of the river i see a house with square windows and i wonder who live inside. No-one ever goes in or out and i think it might be haunted. I look at it every time i wall past, the square windows always boarded up and the door always closed.
Posted By Ella On 11.23.2012 @ 12:17 pm
employees
Employees of the bee kingdom. Slaving on and on, sucking the blood of flowers. the vampires of nature honey, she cried
Posted By ella On 11.15.2012 @ 2:54 pm
measured
I measured painstakingly the colors of your mind. He sat, pondered, thinking, calculating my love, our love. She wondered. Took the ruler, and hid it in the back of the classroom.
Posted By ella On 11.14.2012 @ 1:39 pm
themselves
However they always called themselves the “themselves” it was their special name and no one dared tell them otherwise, because that was who they are and always had been. The Themselves wrote fear into all that spoke the name and gave fear to any that heard the name for the first time.
Posted By Ella On 11.08.2012 @ 5:51 pm
They played by themselves because no-one else would. But they were happy alone. Opposite sides of the world with not so opposite streams of thought.
Posted By Ella On 11.08.2012 @ 2:41 pm
plays
Scream till your lungs go dead You still have to take this step We’re just actors in this filthy game We run their plays to polish their name
Posted By ella On 02.10.2013 @ 1:14 pm
ancient
I can’t believe how interesting it is to learn about ancient civilizations. I thought it would be boring, but no! I learned about the cave painting and the first humans. Wow, it seems we modern people really take language and arts for granted.
Posted By Ella On 02.09.2013 @ 2:53 pm
bury
bury is something that i do not know what to write about I mean it is kind of impossible to think right now when i am only thinking about food. I really do not know what i am writing so just whatever. I do not even know what is going to
Posted By ella On 10.15.2012 @ 2:33 pm
fresh
grass. water. spring. flowers. sun. wind. pool. sea. fruit. vegetables. shampoo.
Posted By Ella On 10.10.2012 @ 5:16 pm
hundred
There were 100 men lined up across the valley. They surveyed the scene: full of corpses, they descended the cliff, ready for death. They found their redemption instead. But it was never what they thought– sometimes guilt is easier to bear that salvation.
Posted By Ella On 09.28.2012 @ 3:46 pm
misty
the misty fog elevated the adrenaline coursing through my already hot and jumpy body. i wasn’t sure where i was but i knew it wasn’t good. i started walking, unaware of the creatures behind me until i heard a faint creeping behind me. “hey”, he said.
Posted By ella On 08.18.2012 @ 12:08 am
misty told me about freedom and she told me it was fun and her teeth have a gap in the front and her hair is black and her skin is pale and this sounds like a love poem but its not. she told me about summer and about next year and about life and that.
Posted By ella On 08.17.2012 @ 9:47 pm
carbon
carbon sits next to oxygen at the table. “is it your first day too?” he asks. oxygen smiles shyly and, with a lisp, replies with a quiet “yes”. from that day they are best friends, until year 10 comes around and hydrogen moves to the school and from that day on oxygen, who doesn’t have a lisp anymore, won’t even talk to carbon.
Posted By ella On 08.27.2012 @ 5:51 am
half
half my life is dead and the floor falls up to my face with a SMACK! half my arm is numb and my face is tired. sleep sleep sleep. tick tick tick. i ate half a grapefruit and gave the rest to the dog who doesn’t like citrus so it went in the compost and rotted away, the flies and worms gnawing at its hardened flesh
Posted By ella On 08.23.2012 @ 3:22 am
zone
i’m in the zone and the zone is in me i breathe and i lift all the fairies out of my sight. the rivers flow smoothly down my legs and i moan gods name but fuck fuck fuck i don’t believe in god. yell like a cat making love to the moon that doesn’t make sense but neither do you, do you? shakespeare and crumpled up bits of paper that i wrote poems on the other day
Posted By ella On 08.16.2012 @ 12:59 am
want
i want the air that fills my lungs and then i spit it out again. i want your tongue and your hair and your long legs and your smile and i want to eat dust off the sky and some days i want to scream but my lips burn with desire for words to tell you what i want
Posted By ella On 08.15.2012 @ 4:00 am
banks
There is something lovely in the wind and the rain and the way it makes her heart ache in that special place he used to live. She crawls up the sodden banks and her dress is torn with love and crayfish. Please don’t harm us, they cry as they stare at the sky. Because there are clouds. Oh, there are so many clouds.
Posted By Ella On 08.14.2012 @ 6:50 am
fuck the people who steal your soul and take your put money and you take it back like a moon in the night who steals away the stars behind the clouds. banks have nothing to do with this but they steal and we steal and the world is a fucking thief and money is expensive but not worth a cent
Posted By ella On 08.14.2012 @ 5:38 am
puncture
My heart was punctured. While the world continued to spin around me I could do nothing but stare. He stood there smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Who did he think he was. With her of all people!
Posted By Ella On 08.07.2012 @ 7:37 am
I was playing with fynn and yossi one day. Rodeo was there too. Bored of playing with legos I suggested that fynn show us his archery. We shots a few arrows. Pretty good for an 8 year old. He shot a hole in the pool
Posted By Ella On 08.07.2012 @ 7:35 am
