Entries By Isabel
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beer
drunk what am i doing regret, but i know nothing the sweat collecting around the glass theres a woman by herself, but she is not lonely. She is able to see beyond the bar onto tomorrow. It’ll be happier then
Posted By isabel On 05.07.2013 @ 3:43 pm
lamb
Mary had a little lamb whose flees was as white as snow and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go. One of my friends is a pink lamb and is going to marry Mary someday and I am going to plan the wedding. The theme will be Lamb and Roses. Sebastian is going to be the best man and is going to be dressed up as a lamb and the wedding gown is going to be like the one that the lady in Toy Story (the one in pink) has.
Posted By Isabel On 03.05.2013 @ 9:35 am
weathered
I stare at the shed behind my grandmother’s house. So many memories filled its walls. Playing house when we were kids, or helping grandpa mow the lawn.
Posted By Isabel On 02.20.2013 @ 1:36 pm
wall
I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. It’s disgusting, horrifying. My terrible scars, cuts. My hair. My teeth. It’s all to much to bear.
Posted By Isabel On 02.03.2013 @ 4:47 pm
must
you must do your work because you have to be a nice person and you have to create a company and have children and a pet and a lot of friends because if not, you have to go to south america
Posted By Isabel On 01.07.2013 @ 7:32 pm
reference
En referencia a lo sucedido no supe que hacer me estremecía el slo pensamiento de dejar las cosas así de quedar como una estúpida quizá hubiera sido mejor n hacer nada pero entonces pensándolo bien que es lo correcto según yo eso había sido lo mejor había sido un detalle un gesto amable algo que querían los dos pero x lo visto no era así… Entonces que el yo? Le daba lástima ? Me muero se sentía culpable de haberme enamorado? Y entonces tenía que contestar Xavi pobrecita? Qué horror en ese momento todo encajo y
Posted By Isabel On 01.06.2013 @ 7:39 pm
sate
what a state i’m in, high flying, i gotta plan, one day soon i’ll be as skinny as i promised, one day soon i’ll find the strength, i’ve got my best friend beside me and her name is self control.
Posted By Isabel On 12.19.2012 @ 4:12 pm
due
this word explains my life right now. everything is due. and i thought i was on top of it all but i seem to have been mistaken because now i’m left behind and i’m probably the dumbest person in my school i hate this word. due.
Posted By Isabel On 12.17.2012 @ 10:22 am
available
sometimes, i am unreachable. i sit and stare blankly at nothing and wish i could fall asleep and never wake up. nothing matters i don’t feel anything. i’m really scared.
Posted By Isabel On 12.11.2012 @ 6:13 pm
rise
rise, rise, rise. it’s like sailing, it’s like flying. running across the sea. skipping over white caps. screaming at the wind. singing louder than the gulls, just you and me.
Posted By Isabel On 11.29.2012 @ 5:08 pm
library
my favorite hiding spot. surrounded by shakespeare. lost somewhere in between fiction & reality.
Posted By Isabel On 11.25.2012 @ 11:11 am
I was there, book, loads of books. I wast alone, they were with me. I learned from them, I learned from me, from the shadows, I learned. I was free, a free warrior at the library.
Posted By isabel On 11.24.2012 @ 12:18 pm
late
I hate being late TEachers get mad I get mad if people are late It creates an unstable flow And can loosen the trust between people if you are late a lot, because then you cannot count on the person who is late.
Posted By Isabel On 11.22.2012 @ 12:45 pm
mention
gossip. she sad. he said. i heard. your name. i can’t believe it. mentioned you.
Posted By Isabel On 11.18.2012 @ 12:02 pm
employees
my boss loves. me.
really she does.
in the midst of clay dust and rainbows of glaze,
sometimes she lets slip
these words
you should take to the grave.
she tells me not to tell a soul
and believe me,
the things she says, i wouldn’t
dare
repeat.
Posted By Isabel On 11.16.2012 @ 10:32 am
measured
everything is measured. your time is measured. your life. your attractiveness is measured in likes on facebook. and your mind is measured on the SAT’s. its like a constant competition. always weighing variables.
Posted By Isabel On 11.15.2012 @ 5:33 am
somebody
I need the courage to go through life as an absolute nobody. Not everyone is able to have it all.
Posted By Isabel On 11.13.2012 @ 3:36 am
spent
It’s been about one year and seven months since I’ve known you, and I’ve spent most of my time thinking about you.
Posted By Isabel On 11.11.2012 @ 2:15 am
roar
The crowd hollered as the motorcyle launched into the air, propelled only by its own speed and the angle of the wooden ramp. The man on the back of the cycle fell away from his beast and the crowd gasped. Surely this stunt would be his last. But no! There he was, falling back toward the bike, gravity forcing the two together, attracting the pair like magnets. And the man and his bike, his beast, landed thoroughly on two wheels, turning sharply and kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust before coming to a stop before millions of stunned eyes.
Posted By Isabel On 11.09.2012 @ 7:16 pm
themselves
People think of themselves in so many different ways it’s almost immpossible to accurately describe someone from just looking in at from the outside view/ Don’t you think? Because, it is true that you are the closest person to yourself, so who am I to make decisions about who you are?
Posted By Isabel On 11.08.2012 @ 7:17 pm
They were the group who always hated themselves. They stole, they lied, to everyone they cared about and no one they didn’t, fearing the worst- of course, being rejected for someone you aren’t is far less terrifying than repulsion beaming out from someone you have opened up to.
Posted By Isabel On 11.08.2012 @ 7:05 pm
They stood alone, but worked collectively
Private school kids in their navy blue sweaters.
What good is religion if not for creating schools?
Posted By Isabel On 11.08.2012 @ 2:53 pm
major
What why major again? I already think about this word too much as is, what will I major as in college?? Huh>> Does it look like i know If so i need to work on that Cuz i dont know! Life is crazy, I dont get it, im a major fail I guess Just like you are, don’t act like you are any better. Because life is a mystery An unanswered questioin, Because there is no answer to every question Please dont act like you have it So dont tell me i need it I ll just try to find it Okay?
Posted By Isabel On 11.07.2012 @ 9:34 pm
teach
But they never ever teach you what’s important at school. They don’t reach you how to make friends, or how to fix a broken heart. They don’t teach you that life is fleeting or how to achieve your dreams. They don’t teach you how to face your fears or find the courage to move on. They don’t reach anything worth knowing.
Posted By Isabel On 11.07.2012 @ 7:28 am
use
Things. We’re meant to use things to help us. Say, tools to fix broken appliances, appliances to wash our clothes and clothes to cover our nakedness. Or add to our street cred.
But lately, we shift from using things to using people. People to mend our broken heart, people to run errands for us and people to cover our nakedness. Or add to our street cred.
Posted By Isabel On 11.04.2012 @ 7:24 pm
interest
You were charming, kind, stable, mature and grounded. And that’s exactly why you didn’t pique my interest.
You were boring.
Posted By Isabel On 11.03.2012 @ 10:32 pm
steps
1. “Look, honey! Her first steps!”
4. “Isabel, stop running around. I need to change you. Come here!”
15. “Don’t you dare stomp off when I’m talking to you, young lady.”
26. “Is your new place far from work? How long does it take to get there on foot?”
47. “I’d never have thought that one day you’ll be the one teaching me how to walk again.”
Posted By Isabel On 11.01.2012 @ 9:44 pm
presence
I could still feel your arms around my waist the taste of your lips on mine the smell of your aftershave the sight of your eyes peering to my soul and your silent breath as you lay next to me. you never left, you were always here.
Posted By Isabel On 11.01.2012 @ 6:38 am
gone
It was gone, simply gone, in a matter of seconds it had completely disappeared. Where, where, she was racking her brain. Under the bed? No. Under the cupboard? No. Where had she placed it before her eyes slammed shut last night? Why had she not simply put it in her grandmother’s glass case like he had told her to so many times before. She knew why. She was fuming mad, everything in her body was filled with rage. She couldn’t even put her sentences together, how could he? How could he suggest such a thing? Madeline, over controlling and obsessive, never, not in a million years.
Posted By isabel On 10.12.2012 @ 11:16 pm
