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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. 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
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
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 willPosted 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 elegantlyPosted By eliza On 10.22.2010 @ 7:29 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
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
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
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
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.
BelovedPosted By Eliza On 03.29.2009 @ 9:49 am