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Shhhhh……I want to taste the colour purple in my shiraz. Listen!…. Can you hear the wine breathe?

Posted By Isabella On 05.04.2012 @ 1:36 am

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Posted By Isabella On 05.02.2012 @ 8:09 pm

separating is to take two things and put them apart from each other.

Posted By Isabella On 05.02.2012 @ 11:52 am

For I am I. And you are you. And I am You. And you are ME. It’s true. No Man is an island……

Posted By Isabella On 05.01.2012 @ 2:32 pm

After two months on his feet, the pilgrim stood in the doorway of the Cathederal, breathless and joyful. He blessed himself and dropped to his knees…….he was going to finish his journey this way……it was the only way……

Posted By Isabella On 04.30.2012 @ 3:27 pm

Alibi – don’t need one if you speak the truth. It’s all about trust and not judging. Who wants to cast the first stone. Walk in serenity. Find it.

Posted By Isabella On 04.29.2012 @ 3:21 pm

Alibi – don’t need one if you speak the truth. It’s all about trust and not judging. Who wants to cast the first stone. Walk in serenity. Find it. It is in YOU.

Posted By Isabella On 04.29.2012 @ 3:19 pm

All you who contribute to this 60 sec Stream of Consciousness writing….. Have a story to tell….. Just write it !! A Sliver is Never Enough for a Wordsmith.

Posted By Isabella On 04.28.2012 @ 6:03 pm

Glitter cascaded from the balloons forming the words Find yourself amusing….if not fascinating and…….Listen to the song of Life… …………………. ………… ………….. ……..

Posted By Isabella On 04.27.2012 @ 3:05 pm

The poster said….. Life is a search for the true the good and the beautiful

Posted By Isabella On 04.26.2012 @ 1:50 pm

The greatest battle is the one you have with yourself No one is going to feed you to the lions

Posted By Isabella On 04.25.2012 @ 3:57 pm

Have you ever stood infront of a door ……..i ask waiting for it to open breathless, needing breathing lessons your heart beating too fast too hard You think you are going to die Before it opens And You do die a little When the face you see is not happy to see you ….. You have been knocking on the wrong door….He says

Posted By Isabella On 04.24.2012 @ 6:30 pm

“You have to let it go” …..the Wise man said or i will never have peace…i think “It’s not about you” It always is they say “Is it like a deadly sin?” i ask “It could be” “Try not to judge anyone Ever” I will try not to Ever

Posted By Isabella On 04.23.2012 @ 3:16 pm

You promised to make me an apple pie…. why all the eggs…we are having scrambled eggs for entree….and then…apple pie…no figs flambe!!! how about rhubarb pie then… forget the pie…… the French dont do pie…they call it tart!

Posted By Isabella On 04.22.2012 @ 2:57 pm

it was a high pitched sound…..i had never heard anything like it before and therefore didnt recognise it…….i thought you had fallen …and had hurt yourself….i didnt know that the vessel in your brain had exploded and bled out

Posted By Isabella On 04.21.2012 @ 4:33 pm

Wow….beautiful…graceful….alive…..neck white….feathers fluffy…to be so free and perfect

Posted By Isabella On 04.20.2012 @ 5:15 pm

Residue builds like words on top of words as I think of what to say but can’t. I am choked by residue of what I thought and when I thought it, and knowing that I will never be able to sift through all the debris is what kills me. Knowing that I cannot separate what I was from what I am now is what kills me.

Posted By Isabella On 03.24.2012 @ 10:43 am

Dismissed is a pretty word. Purple red pink red red purple. Systematic and palindromic. I am dismissed from life. Have a holiday. Aloneness. Is that even a word? Pretty purple lettering. Watch it watch it.

Posted By Isabella On 03.09.2012 @ 10:01 pm

Brunch is the time between breakfast and lunch. It’s when you’ve slept in and you get up and it’s after 11 and you’re not sure if you’re eating breakfast or lunch. It’s dozy, mild, crunchy. Or if you got up early, so dark, and ate breakfast in the chill and you can barely remember it.

Posted By Isabella On 03.08.2012 @ 10:35 pm

Lanterns are beautiful, they light up the world even if there is just one, they’re more beautiful than many things that could take ages to make. Brighter than a million light bulbs, we should appreciate lanters more often.

Posted By isabella On 03.02.2012 @ 5:22 am

there was once a hula hoop named hoop. everyone’s name was hula but he was odd because his name was hoop, so no one liked him. its like with rudoplh’s story. u know the reindeer? with the red nose? so anyways, he was never played with. only too roll on the ground beacuse that hurt.

Posted By isabella On 01.28.2012 @ 7:48 pm

I stare at myself in the mirror. I hate myself. I hate my face. It’s one huge blemish. I stare endlessly at myself. Me. Who at I am. I can’t take it. I look into my eyes for minutes on end. I can’t see through them to the horrible person inside. They block it all, making sure no one can read me. Know who I am. I scream and ram my palms into the mirror, shattering it. My broken image falls to the floor.

Posted By Isabella On 12.16.2011 @ 10:22 pm

She sits atop a castle. A pink castle filled with all the most wonderfulest things in the world. There’s a pillow room, a bunny room, and even a cupcake room. Her long blonde hair spills down in cascades of ringlets and waves, and she waves at all little people below. But she falls, tumbling down the side of the castle. The people below don’t make a sound as she plummets to the ground. She screams, her dress coming up in front of her face in huge ripples, blocking her view. She startles awake to a gray room, her body drenched in sweat. She climbs out of bed and goes to the bathroom.

Posted By Isabella On 12.12.2011 @ 9:27 pm

I sneak under the streetlights, their orange glow casting a shadow on the gun I hold. The gun is black and cold and heavy clutched in my fingers. I hurry up to the window, no lights on inside. Holding my breath, I peer inside. She’s asleep. I exhale and open the window- just barely so the barrel of my gun fits inside. I aim at the sleeping lump on the bed. Tears run down my face as I see her blond hair and peaceful face. And I pull the trigger. I tip, falling, and collapse on the wet ground. Everything leaves me.

Posted By Isabella On 12.08.2011 @ 5:13 pm

I would rather be anywhere than here. Anywhere can be everywhere. Miles away or oceans away. Anywhere would be better than here. The grass better be greener because I don’t think I can stand this downtrodden dirt anymore. Over the fence and into the world.

Posted By Isabella On 11.30.2011 @ 5:16 pm

I tip back in my chair, laughing so hard that tears run down my face. I gaze around at my friends, filled with joy at us all being together, working together as one. After we all finish laughing till our guts hurt, I continue smiling. They all talk amongst eachother, but finally find me still smiling like an idiot. They ask me what’s so funny. It’s nothing, I tell them. Pure happiness

Posted By Isabella On 11.22.2011 @ 9:27 am

I step in the line and out, dancing. Red dresses sway with every move , shimmering in the moonlight. Everyone laughs and screams in delight. Almost everyone is double fisting. Smores are on everyone’s faces. The white sand sneaks between my toes, and I let the sound of the ocean calm me.

Posted By Isabella On 11.18.2011 @ 4:30 pm

I watch as his hands quickly shuffle, and reshuffle the cards, the ends of his mouth lifted slightly in a smirk, a cigarette sticking out from behind them. His hair is slicked back into a glossy dark wave, and he wears a crisp red tux, contrasted by a black tie. Everyone watches intently as handles the cards, anticipating his next move.

Posted By Isabella On 11.17.2011 @ 6:18 pm

I sit back in my chair, gazing at the huge chandler above, hanging on it golden balls on silver chains dangle slightly, as if the orchestra’s music is shaking the entire room. The room’s walls are tinted deep yellow and red. My eyes close as I immerse myself in the music.

Posted By Isabella On 11.14.2011 @ 10:00 pm

Thousands upon thousands of pieces of paper fall from the sky. I reach my hands up and grab one. I hold it up to my face. Only to find it completely blank. Except for one small star in the lower left hand corner.

Posted By Isabella On 11.09.2011 @ 5:03 pm