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The gorilla’s habitat was at risk from the evil tree demolishers. Every day they would cut a few trees closer to Barney’s home. Every day he knew it was only a matter of time until they got to him. He knew he had to stop them.

Posted By Helen On 08.25.2009 @ 5:17 am

when someone have the same feelings as the other persona is is when you share the same way of thinking or living.

Posted By Helen On 08.14.2009 @ 1:00 pm

They were my pasttime, my every waking hour consumed with them

Posted By Helen On 08.14.2009 @ 7:45 am

gallery is an place where people put art. its thinking pace whwre people can go and whatch and look at things. its a hnaging space wwhere people can pu think g they want other epole to talk about and look at and to share. sharing work, expressing their thoughts on hwat is in the gallery.

Posted By Helen On 08.10.2009 @ 3:42 am

beloved darling small child so strong and handsome now beloved darling small child so busy and nearly wise beloved darling small child so preciouse

Posted By helen On 07.28.2009 @ 7:33 am

A moment in time. you have stopped, unknowingly. You don’t take the time to stop and unwind anymore. it has caught up with you. You are being forced to pause.

Posted By Helen On 07.24.2009 @ 3:50 pm

‘install’ reminds me of computers and my computer being a dick usually means that everything i try and install, won’t install. Generally it just reminds me of all things technological. Like vcrs, and new tvs and new games consoles.

Posted By Helen On 02.23.2009 @ 12:39 pm

makes me think of bulby plants in the garden that come up in spring. You have to plant them but i can never be bothered to until too late and then what’s the point? gotta wait another year. and then i forget again. oh well.

Posted By helen On 10.15.2008 @ 1:36 pm

jack and jill. hill like white elephants. we read that my sophomore year of high school. abortion, that makes me really uncomfortable which is weird cause i am not at all religious and usually really liberal. It also seems weird that my boyfriend, who is much more religious, is much more comfortable

Posted By Helen On 10.06.2008 @ 5:39 pm

I’d like to ask. are you happy? or just accepting? is this something you always wanted? are you where you wanted to be? have you lost something? have you found “the one”? do you want to? do you feel alone? do you think your friends trust you like you trust them? would you like whipped cream on that, sir, or a glass of water perhaps? I’d like to ask, are all questions so intruding?

Posted By helen On 08.18.2008 @ 12:27 pm

It takes a village…right? Well, why then, in todays world do we not even have family anymore? Why has something that was once so sacred become a burden, an excuse, and a bad assicoation? I am so confused. And angry. Why are children not cherished like little balls of fire on a very cold night?

Posted By Helen On 08.14.2008 @ 2:15 pm

i proud of my family for coping with all that has been thrown at us in the past and how far we have come in the last 5 years since dad passed.

Posted By helen On 09.18.2008 @ 12:37 pm

I always wanted wildflowers in my wedding boquet. I did get imitation wildflower because the real thing was way too much money. no one could tell though. i think with my alergies, i would have sneezed through the ceremony if i had the real thing.

Posted By helen On 09.14.2008 @ 3:20 pm

red, flat and textured. The brick is used as a support to allow us to build shelters in which to live, play or gather.

Posted By helen On 09.10.2008 @ 1:53 am

a tug on the sleeve a word whispered in an ear. one smile or twich of the eye. our secret movements have it all as we delay the boarder guards with a slight suggestion as to what they might be fighting against. yesplease.

Posted By helen On 09.01.2008 @ 1:31 pm

Delay is when I feel like something should have happened but it doesn’t. It doesn’t mean that it won’t happen but it does bring some disappointment because there is a part of you that feels like it should have happened. I wish that there were some things that I could delay.

Posted By Helen On 08.31.2008 @ 11:28 pm

my main memory of a harbour was on a sailing holiday a couiple of years ago and me and thie girl sat talking about everything, she was a year younger and we were so similar we could have been sisters. we sat with our toes brushing agains tthe dark tar in the sea and comtemplated the emtpyness of sea and sky and the purity of the uncommital, unchained boats that could go whereever. we were so similar it was odd, especially as it was the firs tnight i talked to her and she revealed she was anorexic. i nearly cried in that harbour…

Posted By helen On 06.04.2008 @ 11:43 am

coming so soon thinking i will be too hot thinking it will be fun thinking it will be all i dream of think my only thought ….him ! thinking whats it going to be like seeing someone i dont kno

Posted By helen On 07.04.2008 @ 12:29 pm

a condition that can be described as being constant and having found one’s foundations and footing. not being able to be easily blown over. keeping straight and not wavering from one way to the other.

other concept: a house for a horse

Posted By Helen On 07.03.2008 @ 2:06 am

fog covered the background and tore up the middle of the streets. Moving swiftly where speed was slow and time was the lost commodity. How fog moved before the people it witheld.

Posted By Helen On 06.30.2008 @ 12:00 pm

cone, just an image, what can you add. When you see a cone you start to thin how to describe it, but don’t describe -just imagine this figure…

Posted By helen On 05.08.2008 @ 2:35 am

Cone… can mean different things. For me, it’s the orange traffic cones. You can see them on the freeways, alerting you to the presence of workers…or some kind of danger. I see those orange cones on the street, flattened either by accident or on purpose. My son uses those cones to mark off areas for his construction equipment. And also those cones marked off the path for skateboarders for the downhill races…my daughter was a skateboarder in her teens…won titles. Also I think of cones and the Wicked Witch of the West..who really was a symbol of Western Monies and a power struggle with the power brokers of the east.

Posted By Helen On 05.07.2008 @ 12:38 pm

I am always having to pay for stuff so I have to have a place where cash can be hidden.

Posted By helen On 05.01.2008 @ 6:08 am

meat is raw, nerves can be raw, we designed a curriculum tool calls “Raw in the Classroom”. Some people can be on the raw edge and I think that many people today get a raw deal. Raw and War whats the difference

Posted By Helen On 04.25.2008 @ 2:48 am

mastery is a apthology. the desire for mastery unless it is mastery of the self or a skill is a disease, a fetish, a weakness. It requires another person with low self eseteem to go along with it and it is bad, i say partnership, not mastery and treat the disease with the contempt it deserves. Beign domineering is wrong and should be stamped out. Domanance is a disease not a right.

Posted By Helen On 04.21.2008 @ 3:10 am

spot coffee. spot the dog. spot you! i spot you from a distance, and I can’t take my eyes off you. and I want to bring you to me, to this spot where i sit, the sun beating down on my cold, human frame. I need you here.

Posted By helen On 01.15.2010 @ 11:12 am

this is a wooden structure built to house and feed birds they are mainly found in gardens and parks and private gardens. they are very pretty.

Posted By helen On 12.29.2009 @ 5:49 pm

Her crime fighting days were well and truly over. Now she was going to school she was going to have to concentrate on this. She would have to ensure her little brother Sammy was well trained and can carry on in her absence. Of course she will still be able to offer advice at the weekends and evenings, but the ball is really in his court now.

Posted By Helen On 10.01.2009 @ 4:47 am

It’s not a crime to take what you have and make it work for you. Machiavelli kinda hit the nail on the head.

Sure, it’s not the greatest, most flattering thing to consider; you know, manipulating others and twisting words–perhaps not the prime material for that late-life memoir you’ve been hoping to get retirement money from.

However, whatever you have that others don’t… flaunt it! There’s no greater shame in not using everything given to you, whether it’s your intellect, the swing of your hips, or the green bills in your jeans.

There’s a time limit on everything, and all of us just need some… time to kill.

Posted By Helen On 09.30.2009 @ 8:12 pm

Some of the most revealing moments in life occur when we think no one is watching. We cry our hearts out in deserted movie theaters, close the door to headbang to that ‘ridiculous’ tune, or storm off into the woods to scream out our frustrations at the top of our lungs.

Fact of the matter is, we are only as true as we are to ourselves, and sometimes we do not reveal who we are to those around us – not because we don’t want to, but because we can’t.

Posted By Helen On 09.28.2009 @ 5:13 pm