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An orchestra of feeling washed over her. She didn’t know what her emotions were – happiness, sadness, bitterness, relief, hurt, anger, they all banged together, creating a dissonance that exhausted her. She wondered when the song would end.

Posted By Liz On 11.14.2011 @ 9:09 pm

Two young boys sat on the park bench, shuffling the flyers the two held. One of them, Timothy, had a very worried look on his face as he began stapling on of the flyers to a nearby tree. LOST DOG it read. His friend, Logan, passed him another flyer and they continued to the far end of the park. “Do you think we’ll find him?” Timothy asked anxiously. “We will. You just have to stay positive!” Logan replied, giving his friend a reassuring smile.

Posted By Liz On 11.10.2011 @ 6:20 pm

I like animal prints. They are really nice. Sometimes I think it looks tacky but it depends on what it’s used on. I personally think that woman that are “older” should not wear animal print because it makes them look like a cougar.

Posted By Liz On 11.09.2011 @ 7:37 pm

The alarmist looked up. The woman’s face was in horror. The screeching sound of the high-pitched alarm (DUH, he’s an alarmist) was unbearable. Nothing could fix this. Not ever. He knew this was how it was going to be for the rest of his days. Not like before.

Posted By Liz On 11.07.2011 @ 5:37 am

I remember one time, I was driving around with my boyfriend in his truck and he was about to drop me off at home when all of a sudden the damn tire blows out. It made this noise like the ground had a bunch of wholes in it, and it scared the crap out of me. I thought we were going to die on the side of the road just a few steps away from my house and all because the damn tire blew out. He drove the rest of the way with the tire blown out.

Posted By Liz On 11.05.2011 @ 2:53 pm

I had an epiphany today. I love you, and I want to remain that way everyday for the rest of my life. Don’t leave me boy, don’t leave.

Posted By Liz On 11.01.2011 @ 12:05 pm

It her like a ton of bricks. She stood on that stage of that dingy bar and knew it wasn’t where she belonged. There were people clapping and cheering her on asking for an encore or to meet her at the bar. In her heart she knew. It wasn’t where she belonged. She knew where she did belong. In his arms.

Posted By Liz On 11.01.2011 @ 11:14 am

Husband is associated with love. We spend our whole lives looking for love, but is love the true meaning of life? Will we only achieve true happiness if we achieve love first?

Posted By Liz On 10.30.2011 @ 3:29 pm

Will i die alone? does true love exist? is our true focus in life to find love or are we just wasting time? Does achieving love mean achieving true happiness? I want a husband.

Posted By Liz On 10.30.2011 @ 3:18 pm

Sacrifice is the deepest sign of caring for something or someone else. It’s giving up a part of yourself for someone else. A purely selfless act. Real friends are the ones you’ll make sacrifices for. How many people do you know would rip off a chunk of themselves (metaphorically…I hope?) and give it to you?

Posted By Liz On 10.30.2011 @ 11:10 am

Sometimes art has meaning. Sometimes people make art for the sake of creating something, to leave their mark on this world. There is no specific kind of artistry that one can produce. Art is something unique to everyone; like a fingerprint, each human has their own specific style. And that – that sense of individualism, of expression, of creative creation – is true artistry.

Posted By Liz On 10.26.2011 @ 8:19 pm

Whenever I think of a shepherd, I tihnk of Jesus.

Sheep to his shepherd

shep pie

baaaaaaaaaaaaaa

herd….a shep of herd.

Posted By liz On 10.25.2011 @ 7:31 pm

It’s for zombies, for drones, for people with no feelings. Worker ants who have no idea what to do, except follow the person ahead of them. Automatic for the People, REM Album. Yeah, that’s basically it.

Posted By Liz On 10.24.2011 @ 7:51 pm

Comfort means different things to different people; it’s relative, like everything else in the world. Comfort, to me, is being around people I love and Sunday mornings and crackling fires and family dinners and inside jokes.

Posted By Liz On 10.23.2011 @ 12:30 am

This whole thing was radical. Falling in love with someone else. It is impossible. I loved the one that left me. The one that died, i promised myself i could never move on. then this boy, this freakin’ boy came into my life and ruined everything. he was so nice, and i had a soft spot for him.

Posted By Liz On 10.21.2011 @ 5:34 pm

king queen power money jewels dictator ireland stone big pretty creepy beautiful old antique expensive huge hallways rooms

Posted By liz On 10.19.2011 @ 8:39 pm

There’s a small “castle” near where I live that I used to visit a lot when I was little. Whenever I’m there I get this surge of good memories I’ve had with my family and friends, and it just makes me happy to be around there.

Posted By Liz On 10.19.2011 @ 1:26 pm

A mutual relationship is one of those things that doesn’t happen very often, but when it does it’s awesome and shaky and uncertain and satisfying. There’s nothing more incredible about humans than our ability to work with and relate to others.

Posted By Liz On 10.18.2011 @ 9:44 pm

Warfare is always happening, it seems. Whether it’s over religion or politics or your sister-in-law or all three, it’s a nasty business. Human life isn’t worth our miserable problems. Ever.

Posted By Liz On 10.16.2011 @ 10:17 pm

“And I Have one final piece of advice left before i depart.” The Wizard turned to Derrick and said, “Believe in Yourself and Believe in Who you are” And with a snap of his fingers, the wizard vanished, leaving a wonderstruck little boy memorizing those simple words of advice.

Posted By Liz On 10.15.2011 @ 7:22 pm

Compassion is a feeling that’s not common. I think it’s something that needs to be introduced and taught for a person to realize they ever had any at all. It’s an emotion that is uniquely human and wonderfully raw.

Posted By Liz On 10.13.2011 @ 7:52 pm

I have compassion towards mostly abused animals, knowing that people actually go out of their way to hurt animals the way they do sickens me. I wish that our world was more…stable then it is now.

Posted By Liz On 10.13.2011 @ 5:42 pm

i took my eyes off his feet for two seconds and everything went blank. I realized that this poor child had never interacted with someone like me before. I realized that this poor child had never been held before. I realized that this poor child has never cross paths with compassion before.

Posted By Liz On 10.13.2011 @ 3:01 pm

jumping up and down a spring mattress flowers girls jumping spring, beautiful weather, lots of greens and sunshine warm weather warm sun rays hitting you while you bike ride warmth, but still a little chilly so you gotta wear a jacket spring and jump springing spring in your step tide deodarant scent

Posted By Liz On 10.12.2011 @ 6:26 pm

The weight of my conviction was heavy. All the sin, all the hatred, it was heavy on my heart and my mind. I was guilty, and I knew it. I knew how I should change, but I didn’t want to change it, which made my self conviction only more inflicting.

Posted By Liz On 10.11.2011 @ 2:25 pm

I stood behind the stacks in the library looking for a book. Suddenly I noticed someone come around the corner and go down the aisle beside the one I was on. I watched them through the stacks. They were a bit odd looking. But in a nice way. Certainly a nice way. I couldn’t quite turn away since there was something so different about them.

Posted By Liz On 10.10.2011 @ 8:28 pm

I have iron fists, and a heart made of feathers. I am weak willed. I need guidance. I think I am losing my way. I am all alone, with no one to help me. All I have now, is God.

Posted By Liz On 10.10.2011 @ 9:28 am

I thought I was a very prosperous being, until my world came crashing down. Everything changed, and I had no say, no way of changing it. How was I suppose to deal with life. My life had died, when my family was murdered. What would you do?? I want revenge my friends. Sweet sweet revenge on the Man who took everything away from me.

Posted By Liz On 10.07.2011 @ 6:16 pm

setting on a binch in a park witha cigerete in my hand with smoke pouring out the windows of a passing car. My ride. setiing in the front seet. prostitute. Setting ona red bench with red carpet vinal. like someone was stabbed to death only diffrent

Posted By Liz On 10.06.2011 @ 3:58 pm

“I warned you that it would get worse. The feelings you have, you need to let them out, you are turning into a monster. Just let it out child. Just let it go. You need help, just admit it. I’m here for you, always. You can do this, you will make it through. I promise.” God said to me.

Posted By Liz On 10.05.2011 @ 11:27 am