Entries By HB
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embellish
embellish my soul: without God, without His glorious love, I am but dust. With His love and righteousness, I am bejeweled, bedazzled, embellished with love, mercy, justice, kindness, joy, peace, patience, humility…
Posted By HB On 02.24.2013 @ 6:32 pm
cave
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cozy, dark cave. It is usually when one child is whining annoyingly and the other is running in circles screeching like a hyena. This is when I just want to sit in a quiet, secret, place where no one will find me. I also feel this way when I stick my size 8 foot in my mouth or when I am absolutely mortified by something I did.
Posted By HB On 02.23.2013 @ 7:17 pm
Sometimes I want to crawl into a cave. It is usually when one kid is whining and the other is running around in circles screaming like a screeching hyena. This is when I wish for a cozy, dark, secret cave where nobody could find me. I also feel this way when I stick my foot in my mouth or do something that is absolutely mortifying to myself.
Posted By HB On 02.23.2013 @ 7:08 pm
stem
The stem was all you could see. The flower had bent over under it’s own weight, and with the water droplets remaining from the rain. How long could it stand? Perhaps when the sun returns, it will dry and stand again.
Posted By HB On 07.05.2011 @ 12:11 pm
train
went with max on a train recently. can be gross with the sticky seats and whatnot, but are an efficient way to travel – also can avoid parental transportation. trains are exciting because they mean i’m GOING SOMEWHERE. yay. good times. tren is train in spanish.
Posted By hb On 06.15.2011 @ 4:36 pm
paintbrush
long strokes of the color pen ignite fear, beauty, religion, and love who could have foreseen what just a few horse hairs could do?
Posted By HB On 09.17.2009 @ 4:51 pm
tiled
The bathroom was almost compete, aside from the fact it was not yet tiled. This is because the tile company had acentently sent us 10 tiles instead of 100, due to my mothers unfourtinate typo.
Posted By hB On 07.30.2009 @ 10:27 am
shallow
The girl was more shallow then the small pool of water leftover at the bottom of a cup. Her hair, eyes and clothes were more important to her than her family or even her closest friends.
Posted By HB On 07.29.2009 @ 4:51 pm
infant
the infant in my arms was small and wailing, but had large innocent eyes that told me i could not- no, would not- leave it sitting here on the side of the road, Whoever had left it there, whatever heartless person it had been, was missing out on something wonderful.
Posted By HB On 07.28.2009 @ 6:54 am
soil
The soil beneath my feet was moist and soft. I ran barefoot not caring who or what was behind me, just knowing I had to get out. But the soft soil made it hard to run and I tripped flying through the air into a murky puddle full of questionable liquid.
Posted By HB On 07.26.2009 @ 1:47 pm
roof
the ceiling. sit. watch the clouds on mushrooms. raindrops make you sleep wonderfully well. great.
Posted By hb On 04.19.2009 @ 8:05 pm
guilty
I felt guilt for the first time in my life this year. I wish that I could understand exactly why i feel guilty about this person. I think that I underestimated him and what he could be in my life and now I can’t take it back.
Posted By HB On 06.03.2008 @ 4:04 am
wade
the water was cool and dark. the muck below squished myseriously between my toes. My father had always warned me never to sneek into the marsh at night, but how else could I have escaped him? I allowed my fingers to sraw spirals on the cool summer water, the breeze sifted through my hair as i peeked up to the lit window. There he was bottle in hand, he thought i was in bed asleep. I was wading through the reeds.
Posted By hb On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
