Entries By Louisa
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People praise the lord in their happy times but as soon as they enter into a small test of faith they turn away. How can they turn and blame hate the lord so easily after praising him so happily. This is one thing that I don’t like but is almost inevitable for most. As soon as things are hard they walk away.Posted By Louisa On 01.04.2013 @ 8:02 pm
To take ownership. Consent is not necessary and to often cast to the wayside. Be bold, take something into your own hands and claim it as your own. Claim love, claim a heart, claim a person. Or claim responsibility. Too often abused – Benefit claims and Insurance have ruined what should be a word for standing up and taking what you want without shame or unnecessary thinking or doing. Grasp something with both hands and make it your own.
Assert, declare and maintain, this is me and this is mine. Argue is you have to although arguments and vulgar and should be avoided.Posted By Louisa On 09.20.2012 @ 3:26 am
I couldn’t help it. His web was too large. His branches were too long. I couldn’t follow them. I couldn’t catch them in time. John. John was in danger. He could die. I couldn’t. I can’t let that happen.
Someone is going to die and it will not by my John. It cannot be my John.
It cannot.Posted By Louisa On 04.07.2012 @ 6:04 pm
So today the word is Pastel, and I just wanted to say that… well you know the pastel hair you always see on Tumblr? I wonder if it would be possible on my hair; you know, because my hair is so dark. Really wonder.
I also remember pastels as a tool; the first things I learned to draw with. I kind of miss art; why I chose music over art or dance… I don’t quite know.
Hm.Posted By Louisa On 03.17.2012 @ 10:36 am
betty felt one single word: dismissed.
No one had bothered to pay attention to her her entire life. She was not the golden movie girl, she had not been chosen from the crowd and pulled on stage, finally recognized for hereyears as playing the mousy heroine we can all relate to.Posted By Louisa On 03.10.2012 @ 8:57 am
savage. holocaust. tackling each other for a scrap of meat, forgetting about family and friends, becoming completely animal and instinctual. savage people living in olden times… ok that one sucked. so much for this emotional piece. now this is rambling. how savage of me? no. this doesn’t even make sensePosted By Louisa On 01.09.2012 @ 9:53 pm
repeat repeat repeat repeat. like a chorus in a song. like a chorus in a song. you see what i did there? I repeated repeated repeated things things things things. things. repeat gah. reeeeeeepeat. like the reaping from the hunger games. reaping reaping reaping reaping. repeat rhymes with very few things.Posted By Louisa On 08.16.2011 @ 12:01 pm
I run a mentoring programs for inner-city youth in a city known for it’s violence and crime. The kids and I have had quite a few very competitive soccer games, and I usually manage to keep up with the goals. My students and I are frequent users of the soccer term “score, and Julie with the assist”Posted By Louisa On 07.05.2011 @ 8:38 am
There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it was a place to smoke pot and chew mint leaves.Posted By Louisa On 05.27.2011 @ 2:38 pm
I’ve never been to summer camp. That’s always been a sore spot for me. So many of my friends talk about the friends they made, how they matured, getting stoned and getting laid. I spent my summers trying desperately to fit into a family that never wanted me. Camp seemed the perfect get away, but they never let me go.Posted By Louisa On 05.26.2011 @ 9:28 pm
in the far galaxy, there is a small tribe of Huphulumps. They are small deadly aliens who are planing to take over the earth, and make Earth their home The leader, is the most deadly. But, he is an outlaw from many other planets. the other people dont know this, so they treat them like a god. But he is planing to kill all the humans, and take earth for himself.Posted By louisa On 04.03.2011 @ 8:44 am
The young girl sat on the old wooden bench over looking the city. she swiped furiously at her rolling tears and slid her fresh face of confidence into place. she knew soon she would have to return to the city. return to the madness and confusion. up here nobody knew her face or questioned her presence, simply let her be. be whoever she wanted to be.Posted By Louisa On 02.24.2011 @ 4:33 am
My cousin, who is well on his way to becoming some ridiculous engineer who will save the world, or something was once a child. And as a child, he used to stare longingly at storm drains, watching the water rush into them in a storm. While most children would have leaped into puddles, he studied them.Posted By Louisa On 01.16.2011 @ 3:26 pm
One day, on a whim, I went for a walk to get a cup of coffee. I was not a coffee drinker. I did it because drinking coffee in a coffee shop was something I could do with my time and made me look cool. Now, I just need my caffeine. This has become somewhat of a pattern with things in my life. Some call it addiction.Posted By Louisa On 01.14.2011 @ 10:07 pm