Entries By Willow
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geometric
Lines are connecting the two of us, blocks and zigzags stretching away, spanning the distance. The length, width, and height is too much for me; I need an extra dimension.
Posted By Willow On 04.14.2013 @ 5:57 pm
sanctity
The sanctity of her soul had been lost. Nowhere to be found. Her innocence had diminished, disappeared completely. She was never the same. Could never be herself again. Could never be happy.
Posted By Willow On 02.15.2013 @ 1:43 am
promise
Well my word is promise. It makes me think of broken promises made to me in the past and promises that I hope to make and keep with people in the future. When I think of promise I think of love and friendship. Family and friends. Heartbreak and happiness. Promises can end in so many different ways. It’s always a good idea to make one, never a good idea to break one. Make sure you only make promises with good people or you could get hurt. There we go.
Posted By Willow On 01.08.2013 @ 3:15 pm
soon
“You will see her soon,” they said. Soon. Sure. The next time I saw her was in the reflection of a shop window at a busy outdoor mall. It had been fifteen years since the lady in the suit handed my sister and me a duffle bag each. “For clothes.” Between the mannequins in the store front, I sew her pause on the opposite side of the street. Her jeans were ripped her hair had been pulled back, but it hadn’t been brushed or cut recently so it sat in what our mother would call a rat’s nest on the back of her head. She was wearing backpack and had a duffle bag which slung across her chest and rested on her right hip. She stared at something though I couldn’t tell what, and why should I care? She was just some homeless girl. I continued to window shop. But wait. That face. I knew that face. I turned, but she was gone. My little sister, torn from me again.
Posted By Willow On 11.25.2012 @ 1:25 pm
themselves
staring out the window to the snow and the rain and the heartbreak they
Posted By willow On 11.08.2012 @ 4:53 pm
on subways and buses in crowds packs they communicating amongst themselves
Posted By willow On 11.08.2012 @ 4:48 pm
teach
“I don’t know how to fight. Hell’ I don’t even know how to hold a sword. How do you expect me to kill this ‘king’ of yours?” ‘I’ll teach you then. It’s really rather simple” said the strange knight’ picking up a sword.
Posted By willow On 11.06.2012 @ 4:31 pm
ground
I looked down. The ground was covered in snow just a second ago. Where was it now? Now all I saw was a pale green as dry as sand. My eyes closed as the ground rose up to meet me.
Posted By willow On 11.05.2012 @ 1:14 pm
raised
I raised my head and looked up at the sky. It was dark and smokey, like someone has set the forest on fire. There were no stars in the sky. No source of light. I looked around me confused. Where was this place?
Posted By willow On 10.18.2012 @ 2:39 pm
entrance
I looked up at the entrance. A large door with gold trimming. Children’s drawings covering all of it. Very gruesome drawings. Drawings of hellish creatures and dark, shadowy men.
Posted By Willow On 10.17.2012 @ 3:52 pm
civilize
You want to civilize me? Of all people, me?! Well, I’ll tell you what, we’ll hold a damn little tea-party so that I can show you all of the civilized things I learned in the damn civilized girl scouts. Like how the fucking forks have to go just so, and in ascending order, opposite the stupid spoons hugging their knives in such a civilized manner. And after we get done showing you all of the civilized crap I’m capable of, we can take your teacups of civilization and stuff them up your….sixty seconds.
Posted By Willow On 10.17.2012 @ 11:11 am
bury
Let the Gypsy take your pain, son. Let her pull it from your heart and flick it to the ground, “Where it belongs, ” she says. Make sure you leave it there where it should be. Let the Gypsy work her magic and then bury it. Bury all the pain in heavy, wet soil and let it all seep into the center of the earth. Bury it. Please, son. Bury him, at last.
Posted By Willow On 10.15.2012 @ 11:37 pm
Let the Gypsy take you pain, son. Let her pull it from your heart and flick it to the ground, “Where it belongs, ” she says. Make sure you leave it there where it should be. Let the Gypsy work her magic and then bury it. Bury all the pain in heavy, wet soil and let it all seep into the center of the earth. Bury it. Please, son. Bury him, at last.
Posted By Willow On 10.15.2012 @ 11:31 pm
gone
Her presence would be remembered. Her face was sketched into four separate representations of crews gone by. Her name was written on a plaque with the names four others, representing five years of a new tradition upheld. She had outgrown this place, and had moved on to bigger and better things, but this was her home, and she wouldn’t be forgotten.
Posted By Willow On 10.12.2012 @ 9:32 pm
wet
Soaked. She was soaked. Pushed into the creek by those chortling, sneering jerks she thought were her friends. She peeled dripping bangs away from her face and peered up into the faux stunned gaping mouths of her aggressors. Those bastards. How could they?
Posted By Willow On 10.12.2012 @ 2:28 am
mass
When I think mass I think space and then I think about all the things that I think about with space which is the whole universe. The universe is a wonderous thing, and also to imagine how small we are and how little our existance means is just WOW. The universe is a beautiful thing, treat it with love.
Posted By Willow On 10.08.2012 @ 1:43 pm
signs
I couldn’t help but take the signs as something significant. All around there were notifications that the world was about to change and I couldn’t understand why people were so blatantly ignoring them. Then I realized that people didn’t want to read the signs for what they were. People just wanted to go about their daily lives without considering the future and how the changes would put obstacles in their path… or how the changes would make their lives easier or force them to become better people.
Posted By Willow On 10.01.2012 @ 5:24 pm
fawn
Fawn. Funny word for a name, yes? Well my mother thought it was beautiful. Good enough for a middle name, I suppose. I’m glad it’s not mine though. I wouldn’t like being “fawned” over all the time. I much prefer my middle names. I managed two, somehow, ironic as they may be because I’m neither willowy nor graceful. They are pretty though.
Posted By Willow On 09.29.2012 @ 5:20 pm
hundred
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
Posted By Willow On 09.29.2012 @ 4:06 am
One hundred years old. That is everybody’s dream. To reach tripple digets seems like a miracle to those who haven’t lived so long. But in fact, it’s a curse, not a blessing. One’s human body tends to degrade over time and by the time one reaches eighty or ninety or one hundred, one can’t even piss without having a nurse or offspring change a bag or a diaper as if one was an infant. Joints ache. Muscles whither. Body fat dissipates and all one is left with is wrinkled skin and fragile bones, tender cartilage and worn out tendons. With age, we see the future but we’re too decrepit to enjoy it. Wisdom, they say, is worth waiting for, but what is knowledge with the inability to act on such a notion? Everybody on earth has a yearning to live as long as possible but we as humans reach a certain point that our bodies begin dying faster than we regenerate and learn. We disintegrate as we collect but for some reason, the next generation still believes we are worth something. However, our old souls would rather reach our next destination than wait and wait and wait for relief from our painful existence. Why won’t they let us go? Is it love? Or perhaps guilt? If our children and grandchildren love us, they ought to let us go. They ought to let us pass on to the next adventure as opposed to letting us rot in humiliation and degradation. Let us live as human beings with the dignity and honor we were given. Let us die as the mortals that we are and that we were made to be.
Posted By Willow On 09.29.2012 @ 3:59 am
assaults
Assults on life are all over the place,howerver no one takes the time to stop and thing about how theses assults will change the lives of those around them!. The man on the street next to you may watch what you are doing and feel his self worth dwendle so his actions will then reflect on what he has seen from you.
Posted By willow On 08.07.2012 @ 8:33 pm
icing
Funnily enough I spent 2 hours yesterday icing a cake for my sons 4th birthday. It was a spiderman themed party so I made a rectangular cake and designeD it to look like a tower block with spideyman Climbing up.
Posted By Willow On 07.22.2012 @ 12:22 pm
calling
I’ve been trying to call you for days now and you won’t pick up. What did I do? You know I care about u. I’ll stop calling if you just show me you care about me too, okay?
Posted By Willow On 05.20.2012 @ 9:23 pm
balloons
Ballons are full of helium and some are just full of air or breath and the ones that are filled with helium float. Balloons also are bad for nature because if you let one go it will eventually sink and then it may land in the ocean and maybe kill an animal in some way.
Posted By Willow On 04.28.2012 @ 5:12 am
brunch
I went out for brunch with my sweetheart, I ordered eggs and bacon, but he stole most of it. After we past a flower shop, he ran inside and bought me a single rose. I laughed. We kissed.
Posted By Willow On 03.08.2012 @ 8:03 pm
convinced
people aren’t easily convinced, in general. We’re stubborn, thick headed people with our own opinions and individual thoughts. To convince someone else to change their ideals is extremely difficult as we aren’t easily convinced.
Posted By Willow On 09.24.2011 @ 10:02 am
hover
Hover. That’s what they say happened when the world began. Gods face hovered over the formless earth, the void that would become everything we know.
Posted By Willow On 09.11.2011 @ 11:42 am
We were supposed to have hover crafts by now. The expectation, in the 80′s, was that we would have airborn highways and cars would be a thing of the past. What happened to those dreams? Now, our expectations seem to hover more realistically around whether or not we can even afford to fund NASA, and it makes you wonder – what happened?
Posted By Willow On 09.11.2011 @ 11:36 am
deer
I think you are like a deer- You love me as well as I love your graceful matter. Don’t tell me to run with you, I can’t see anything going well, You run so much faster then me- I do not understand kind words that you speak, love me as I stay behind, and I let you run ahead- never for me to catch up.
Posted By Willow On 08.18.2011 @ 8:36 pm
