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the boss sat down and looked at his desk. the pen was made from wood. where was the tree that this pen came from? I wonder and can my thoughts be wooden too. also what if pens were made of paper and paper was made from pens. lastly i miss nature

Posted By Eliza On 03.29.2011 @ 4:24 pm

so much fun to wear, and can add flair to any outfit. Beautiful things, particularly those which come from other countries. They keep me warm when it’s cold out.

Posted By Eliza On 03.11.2011 @ 12:31 pm

wowstrong i guess that isn’t me strong of mind not of body lasanga how would you dothis if you couldn’t type fast elephants are so strong in body mind heart and soul at first i didn’t realiz

Posted By Eliza On 02.26.2011 @ 4:25 pm

My alarm clock went off, chiming happily. I groaned and squeezed my eyes together even tighter than they had been. Too late. “Time for school, hon!” cried Mom, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm. I pretended I hadn’t heard and snored loudly for good measure.

Posted By Eliza On 02.07.2011 @ 12:13 pm

Pills are tho body;s tools. They fix everything but can sometimes hamper a process too. For example, I can use a hammer and put a nail in to hang something but bang up a wall in the same process. For pills, I can take one but have the side effects come too.

Posted By Eliza On 02.06.2011 @ 6:34 pm

Pills. I swallow them. I’ve taken them to try and OD. My friends talked me out of it just in time.

Pills have bad memories. I don’t know what else to say about them. They’ve sparked a time… that is not what I really wanted. But I can’t change the way I use pills.

Posted By Eliza On 02.06.2011 @ 4:21 pm

Slowly, as the life drained out of her, Annie wept for all the love she had had. The kitchen drain had been clogged, and she had fallen into it due to her minuscule size, and then… the something had been turned on and stuff lol.

Posted By Eliza On 01.16.2011 @ 9:53 pm

Summer. Again with the summer?

The flip flops were lonely. They had been sitting in the sand all day, the waves rolling gently over them, as their owners frolicked. At the end of the day, they remained, forgotten. Just like me.

Posted By Eliza On 01.14.2011 @ 9:34 am

Summer.

Just another thing that I have to look forward to each year.

It’s a time of joy, friends, my birthday, and best? NO SCHOOL!

I always love summer, with the endless time and the vacations it brings.

I’m always sad to see it go.

Flip flops, hair up, happy joy everywhere.

Posted By Eliza On 01.13.2011 @ 8:08 pm

The happy green leaves.

The smiles of the children on the beach.

The sun, the sand, the waves, and the bikinis.

Forbidden love.

No School.

Tanning and sunburns.

Best friends.

My birthday.

That is what Summer is to me. Absolutely.

Forever.

Posted By Eliza On 01.13.2011 @ 7:52 pm

you are missed the way your hair smelled the way you laughed the way you touched my arm whenever we were close the way you told corny jokes the way you look away when i see you looking at me they way you try and act cool the way you drive your car the way you tell me how much you care the way i miss you now the way i always have and always will

Posted By eliza On 10.28.2010 @ 7:11 pm

weeks flew by and she still had not heard from him it had been so long since she heard his voice she wondered if she ever would again. each day she checked her mail box just waiting for a letter to arrive. finally one did. soft cold tears rolled down her ivory cheeks. her brain wondering, never accepting that fact that he was gone.

Posted By eliza On 10.24.2010 @ 12:24 pm

the microwave is a wierd thing. are there little alines waiting in there to zap ur food with heat or are there little workmen in there to help bulid the heat on ur soup. we necer think of the beautiful little heat waves dancing through our food, so serine and elegantly

Posted By eliza On 10.22.2010 @ 7:29 pm

The sunlight shone through the window, past the old wooden frame with the chipping white paint. Became tangled in the fur of a sleepy kitten curled up on the window sill, basking in the natural warmth provided by the afternoon sunlight.

Posted By Eliza On 10.10.2010 @ 5:24 pm

streaming in through the window, toying with the pieces of hair that escaped her long, straight ponytail. shining through. making it seem as if her usual care had been nonexistent that morning in pulling her soft brown hair through the elastic. she fidgets with it, curling a few loose strands that the sunlight had yet to discover until that moment behind her ear, letting the natural life-giving light capture them and make them sparkle for a fleeting moment before letting them drift out of its attention once more.

Posted By Eliza On 10.10.2010 @ 5:18 pm

the mug left a splotchy, coffee solored circle on the table. at that moment, all the prim and proper Eliza Whims wished for was a coaster. but, sadly, she wasnt home, where there was a coaster on every surface you could possibly place a cup, mug or vase on.

Posted By Éliza On 09.29.2010 @ 1:10 pm

Ahhh!!! I’ve been held hostage at a bratwurst stand because hostage makes me thing of bratwurst!!! Pafooy… I kick your weenies :) ohuebjk,

Posted By Eliza On 09.24.2010 @ 9:46 pm

Hats are silly. At one point they were sophistated and romantic. Now they are just billboards on top of someone’s head. It’s a shame really.

Posted By eliza On 09.09.2010 @ 11:41 pm

understood, understand, overstand, nightstand… what the hell is “stand” mean? has this word ever actually been two sperate words? Under and stand? as in you would comprehend something if you were under the stand? maybe its like when you are a small child and you learn things by hiding under the table, ergo, to understand means to be in a position to comprehend something.

Posted By Eliza On 08.21.2010 @ 11:09 pm

I’m driven, I’m driven, I’m driven. She thought.

Posted By Eliza On 07.23.2010 @ 8:00 am

Maria pushed the peddle of her husbands car to the floor; urging it to go faster. She was a woman driven mad; not crazy, mad. If he planned on ruining their marriage she planned on ruining his car.

Posted By Eliza On 07.22.2010 @ 12:02 pm

This is a newmade day, and I cannot help but feel that the songs that call people to arise are made for me and me alone. They sing to the song in my blood, shining through me like a brilliant child-like sun, gloriously burning. The voices buoy me along. There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

Posted By Eliza On 06.19.2010 @ 5:24 pm

clash. clash. clash. i thought about our bodies. clashing. clashing into one. by force. by love. by nothing but lust. clash.

Posted By Eliza On 05.25.2010 @ 12:32 am

I was propelled through the air. The wind on my face was brash, my eyes started watering. Before I new it, I was on the other side. Sliding back down the ramp.

Posted By Eliza On 04.18.2010 @ 5:22 pm

She looked stunning in that blue dress. All of her was there that you could see the shape that she was given, that she so rarely showed. I fell in love, my stomach fell out, and my mouth watered at her in that dress.

Posted By Eliza On 05.18.2010 @ 7:15 pm

meaning. I just had this word, I need a new one. Meaning… Look, I don’t have to explain myself here, what anything means, why can’t you just look at me and accept it? Believe the best of what you feel in me. It just means this.

Posted By Eliza On 05.15.2010 @ 8:14 pm

Batting them slowly Flirtatiously Accentuate your eyes Make them shine Long and pretty So so pretty Beautiful, lovely Lovely Lashes

Posted By Eliza On 05.07.2010 @ 12:40 pm

sometimes it’s hard to remember all that you want too. We try to wrtie down how we feel about everything, but it’s the memories that really matter. Remembering is what keeps us connected to our past in order to go onto our future. Without we would be nothing.

Posted By eliza On 02.01.2009 @ 10:36 am

the half dynamic of the phrase one word entitles it to mean that somewhere only one word is acceptable and appreciated. it represents to the mind that there are various words ant

Posted By Eliza On 01.20.2009 @ 9:52 pm

My beloved partner… I haven’t found you yet… where are you?

But that’s ok! I live life for me, working on being happy, and the rest will follow! You don’t look for a beloved partner; you live live, you live a full life and things fall in place like they should.

Beloved

Posted By Eliza On 03.29.2009 @ 9:49 am