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A burning desire came over her, to kill this monster of a stepfather with her bare hands. He had molested her year after year, and when it came down to it, she didn’t care if she went to prison, locked away to tarnish for the rest of her abused life.

Posted By Liz On 05.05.2013 @ 3:53 pm

Enemies. More often than not are friends one does not like. People who you smile at in person and scowl at in private. You spread gossip about them. You tear them apart. You hate your enemies, but your enemies do not know how much or if you even hate them at all.

Posted By Liz On 04.30.2013 @ 10:21 am

Checkmate is a word used in the game of chess. It signals to a player’s partner that the partner has no options but to give up and lose the game. The games is lost when the king

Posted By Liz On 04.23.2013 @ 2:01 pm

I a bird sitting on a branch, and then it flew away. There was a squirrel on the branch too, and it ran over and found it’s way onto a

Posted By Liz On 04.12.2013 @ 12:51 pm

we sit in class one desk closer than before aware of his breathing and mine so much i sometimes stop just so we’re off sync i cant look at him but i feel it the tension between us that is sometimes punctuated by a shared laugh at something the teacher said a few seconds later than everyone else. and this is stupid it’s like not even a big deal right? his hand was warm on my back when he gave me that compliment and i can feel it now even as we’re another desk apart but i dont even think he’s that cute so why would i even care. i dont even want this to go anywhere because maybe if i let it then i’m just feeding into the same shit everyone else is about not being complete without someone else. and maybe i just feel lonely. tired of being the third. and fifth. and seventh wheel and maybe ninth soon. tired of school and this high school feeling college and my own room and yoga and food and tea and theology and clothes and the weather and wanting to be my “best self” and it’s like give me something to fight for. im praying so hard sometimes and wanting to be over this feeling but nothing ever comes. i love traveling but im thinking that there’s nowhere else i want to be and here’s not where i want to be either because i just feel like i need some truth now. it’s hard to be alone when everyone pairs off and the sparks snap across the room between everyone but me. and i feel guilty because i know im young and this is part of a bigger plan and it’s not my timing and maybe i want to go overseas so do i even want a relationship but this shit is sometimes too tough to deal with. so he’s here and im here and i dont even want something to happen with him but maybe with someone else. i need courage and i need something to fight for.

Posted By Liz On 03.18.2013 @ 5:52 pm

The man was cold and hollow, but he laughed and created beautiful things. It was a pity when he died. so Alone, so old. so unappreciated. But he died happy, without an apartment, having created something beautiful.

Posted By Liz On 03.12.2013 @ 9:34 pm

He had to stop her from going. Anything. He couldn’t let her go. She was too important to him. He grabbed for her wrist, softly, gently, and turned her towards him. She looked up, eyes wide.

Posted By Liz On 02.22.2013 @ 11:24 pm

I get it, I’ve finally pulled all of the strings and gotten them to come together. The ends finally meet? Well, swell, isn’t that what they say. I had it for a second like a bouquet of balloons. It felt right.

Posted By Liz On 02.19.2013 @ 7:02 pm

Flailing? Yea. I’ve done it before. Most recently on Saturday. When you left. I had to stay. And be alone. I flailed. I was flailing.

Posted By Liz On 02.18.2013 @ 11:22 pm

A salesman came up to me while I was shopping in the mall downtown. He asked me if I had a moment to spare to hear about his great new product. i told him I didn’t and quickly walked away. He looked sad. I wondered as I walked away if I should have taken the smallest of moments to speak to him, to let him know that someone cares enough about his existence to listen to him.

Posted By Liz On 02.08.2013 @ 9:23 am

The salesman and his dog were the best of friends. Traveling door to door, week after week. Were they happy? The dog was. The salesman pretended to be. But we all must pretend to be happy sometimes, to protect those we love. For the salesman it was his dog, for most, it’s others we love.

Posted By Liz On 02.08.2013 @ 9:17 am

“Death of a Salesman”, the play, was super weird. Not a big fan, but I understand it’s symbolism. What would it be like to be a salesman? Boring? Exciting? I would imagine a salesman has many stories to tell. Willy Loman had many. But were they true? One can not really know.

Posted By Liz On 02.08.2013 @ 9:15 am

Systems are in all parts of society. There are government, love, religion systems etc. They help keep order and are a way of doing something. We live by different systems to help live in a ordered way.

Posted By Liz On 02.01.2013 @ 9:16 pm

“All systems are in place” said inspector Montrose. “We have three days to deliver the message. So you think we can do it?” “Sure thing”. “Hump”, snorted Montrose. “When it happens, I’ll believe it.” Metcalf gazed thoughtfully after the grumbling giant as he lumbered from the office. What was with him these days?

Posted By Liz On 02.01.2013 @ 4:12 pm

Girl that is super cute…new born bundle of fun. Amazing Angel.

Posted By liz On 01.29.2013 @ 5:19 pm

speak your mind, you might find pleasure. you might fight pain. you might learn how to think again.

Posted By Liz On 01.26.2013 @ 8:34 pm

Life is musical. Everything is set to a beat, a rhythm. When we are not well, the music is either to loud and overwhelming, or quiet making us feel alone. We need music, it is what keeps us moving.

Posted By Liz On 01.23.2013 @ 5:24 pm

Actually I’m not a woman at all. I’m a small organism on a rotating reality based sitcom I call my life. I am a number. I am a piece of ass. I am a cog in the machine.

Posted By Liz On 12.23.2012 @ 1:40 pm

i love living in western ny cuz the seasons r always changing. i get bored very easily and at any given time the weather will completely different from one moment to the next.

Posted By liz On 12.21.2012 @ 8:29 am

As a child, we played lots of board games. My family and I would sit down and scream at each other. I was the youngest, therefore worst at playing games. So I learned how to cheat. I cheated at every game we played. I was really good at cheating – still am. Cheating was the greatest thing I learned when playing games.

Posted By liz On 12.18.2012 @ 12:36 pm

the age you start Kindergarten. The number of serious relationships I’ve had. The number of dogs I have personally had. The current setting on my electric blanket. The ‘middle.’ The number of liters of water I drank yesterday.

Posted By Liz On 12.18.2012 @ 10:52 am

presented. every day to the world as if we’re meat be sexy but not too sexy be confident but not bitchy what are we doing

Posted By Liz On 12.10.2012 @ 9:02 pm

there are so many methods to solve your problems. the problem with myself is that i’m afraid of confronting them. i wait for them to build up and finally attack me and by then i don’t have a method to conquer them. i become hopeless and broken.

Posted By Liz On 12.09.2012 @ 5:27 pm

why doesn’t this happen i mean it’s not like it has to be broadcast everywhere like Facebook and twitter messages that appear from people you dont care about but i think it’s time for something to happen and it just isn’t. make a move already please

Posted By Liz On 12.08.2012 @ 11:18 pm

both of us wanted to speak wanted to make contact with another life form who may or may not end up being just like we thought someone who we could fall for maybe

Posted By Liz On 12.03.2012 @ 10:01 pm

Both of my roommates are alike, yet different in many ways. One of them studies very much, but has little common sense. The other roommate on the other hand, doesn’t study as much, and has surprisingly much common sense.

Posted By Liz On 12.03.2012 @ 12:01 pm

he was the object of my desire the person i thought might break the spell of going so long without a boyfriend it was such a possibility that both he and i threw away like a broken object

Posted By Liz On 12.03.2012 @ 7:29 am

why do i just do this all the time. when meeting some guy. cook up some plan for us jane austen had it right when she talked about a lady’s imagination but seriously this is annoying at best

Posted By Liz On 12.01.2012 @ 11:04 pm

Rise and shine! It’s a new day! Beautiful words to wake up to! Make the most of your da!

Posted By liz On 11.29.2012 @ 8:07 pm

rise and shine the day is here and you’ve got to just get up and face it. don’t think about how much you don’t want to go to your 8 am. don’t think about how you don’t have that cute guy in your class anymore like you did last semester. don’t think about the fact that you feel like wearing sweats again.

just eat some food and drink some coffee.

Posted By Liz On 11.29.2012 @ 6:26 pm