Entries By laurel
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revolt
its nasty and its hardcore i wanna stage a revolt against revolting birds who molt. this is silly
Posted By laurel On 02.10.2011 @ 11:25 pm
edition
this edition of my life has been particularly confusing. I suppose it’s no more complex than any other, but the thousand voices of society seem to only be gaining strength and multiplying as culture allegedly progresses, and I can’t say I’m all that excited about where their conflicting ideas, (many of which are bought and sold), will ultimately lead us..
Posted By Laurel On 01.15.2011 @ 9:53 pm
ragged
rough, run ragged. When I think about it, my life seems pretty ragged most of the time. I’m always pushing, and trying to get things done, but it never feels like anything is done with quality and on time. It just makes me tired.
Posted By Laurel On 01.10.2011 @ 9:21 pm
notice
so one day i noticed that he was staring at me. i couldnt imagine why. im not noticable at all, me in my bland thrift store clothes, him in his designer couture. so why was he looking so intently? i still, to this day, cannot fathom why anyone would looks at someone so…normal, and just stare. it unnerved me how observant he was. i was scared. should i run? should i approach him and ask why? i’m not sure why i did what i did, but i chose the latter. i started to walk to him, only to have him turn away. only to have him walk away like nothing had happened. if only that man knew how much he had changed my life…just by noticing…
Posted By Laurel On 01.02.2011 @ 9:09 pm
split
I was ten years old when my parents split. It wasn’t the worst day of my life, but it was the premise for the worst years. I have had to deal with things I never should’ve. No one my age should. Actually, no one in general. It hurts. I want a mother and I want a father, and it scares me that I never will have them in whole.
Posted By Laurel On 12.30.2010 @ 11:07 pm
boa
i wonder what it would be like to have a conversation with someone wearing nothing but a boa. Would the subject of the conversation even translate?
Posted By laurel On 12.18.2010 @ 9:55 am
costume
A costume is something one wears to become someone else, thereby disguising their true selves. Maybe I’ve never been too interested in Halloween for that reason- I’ve been trying my whole life to stop hiding and to show my true self, so why in hell would I want to wear yet another costume?
Posted By Laurel On 10.20.2010 @ 2:25 pm
motel
Why is it that when I see the word motel, the first thing that pops into my head is insects- roaches, ants, goodness know what…? Guess I think what makes a motel different from a hotel is a) its ability to trap, and b) the quality of the creatures it traps.
[Most importantly however: how did my train of thought get to be so snobbish and elitist??]
Posted By Laurel On 09.19.2010 @ 6:57 pm
horses
All I can think of is some French song that says “horses” over and over on it. I found the song on a compilation compiled by David Byrne. Julien thought it was good and I was proud of myself for introducing a native to something from his own country. No wait, he liked a different song on that comp, not this one. Oh well.
Posted By Laurel On 09.11.2010 @ 1:16 am
stroller
The baby I didn’t/haven’t/may never have is somewhere, right? Huh. I wonder how many there might have been….if there’s one on its way out right now even.
No strollers necessary, thank you.
Posted By Laurel On 09.07.2010 @ 11:43 pm
discuss
Why do I hate discussions? Well, it all started with the time he pulled me aside. “We need to talk,” he said. I groaned, because I knew what was coming. He was going to break up with me, I knew it. And I knew I was ready, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to end.
Posted By Laurel On 09.03.2010 @ 9:38 pm
indistinct
Hey, soul sister. Your face is indistinct, but your eyes shine like lanterns in a dark Russian night. I can see deep to your soul, your thoughts. And I know you have baggage. I wish my eyes said as much as yours do.
Posted By Laurel On 08.29.2010 @ 7:56 am
The hike looked quite indistinct. We didn’t think anything special would happen, let alone another member of our group being taken from us. But suddenly, as we reached the overhang and did a count off, we realized that there were only thirty three.
Posted By Laurel On 08.28.2010 @ 7:15 pm
bleak
sadness. darkness. why is the sky so gray? i wish it were a sunny afternoon; ‘i’d put my feet in a cool river and simply feel the rocks beneath my toes.
Posted By laurel On 08.25.2010 @ 8:34 pm
mist
We walked through the mist as the waterfall was uncovered. “I have to poop,” he said, but I just laughed. Who would want to do that here? It was too pretty. The site belonged on some shitty postcard that was made to look like paradise. This WAS paradise.
Posted By Laurel On 08.24.2010 @ 10:20 pm
under
I squirmed around under him–he was a little heavier than he looked. No one was watching, but I still didn’t feel comfortable doing what he’d ask. What if someone came in? What if I was bad at it? I just couldn’t take it.
Posted By Laurel On 08.20.2010 @ 10:19 pm
fences
fences are made to be hopped, right? i mean yeah, they’re supposed to either keep out or keep in but in reality, they don’t actually go that high now do they?
Posted By Laurel On 08.04.2010 @ 4:05 am
vase
The vase was filled with the most beautiful flowers; Lilies, her favourite. As she inhaled their fragrance she remembered who sent them, and a tear escaped her eye. She missed him so much.
Posted By Laurel On 07.21.2010 @ 8:07 am
commit
Men definately have commitment issues – but an astrologist has no issue commiting to a comit. How peculiar…. But then, they dont get women.
Posted By Laurel On 07.20.2010 @ 4:33 am
lens
I looked through a lens once – it was a lense on a kaliedoscope and I saw all sorts of colours and shapes. It was so beautiful. It kind of reminded me of a butterfly.
Posted By Laurel On 07.18.2010 @ 11:25 am
lease
give me a new lease on this thing called love. can’t put all my eggs in one basket so one may have to get left behind. last one out is a rotten egg!
Posted By Laurel On 07.13.2010 @ 11:29 am
generate
in the winter we use the generator to have power in our house! i love to generate art and use my mind to generate ideas…
Posted By laurel On 07.10.2010 @ 6:18 am
tide
change is something that happens all the time, our lives are constant with change, but we feel the need to fight it every step of the way. let go, breathe it in and accept that the tide will come back eventually.
Posted By Laurel On 06.22.2010 @ 1:22 pm
revolt
When I think of revolt I think of riots and rebels. Setting trash cans on fire, standing up for what you belive. Revolting isn’t always bad… Revolting is about leaving behind something and making something else.
Posted By Laurel On 06.20.2010 @ 10:18 am
The long established authority of my ego is no longer in charge of my mind. I am revolting with peace and love in order to set myself free.
Posted By Laurel On 06.19.2010 @ 7:04 pm
the established authority of my ego is no longer in charge of y my mind. I am revolting with peace and love in order to set myself free.
Posted By Laurel On 06.19.2010 @ 7:03 pm
without
without you, i thought i was going to fall apart. I thought that without you in my life would have no meaning. but then I saw that having you in my life is creating the darkness that blocked my light. I found it was easier without you in my life.
Posted By Laurel On 06.18.2010 @ 3:24 pm
fallout
As i sat in the fallout shelter all i could think about was abby and how i was forced to leave her on the other side of the door, for fear she was infected,
Posted By laurel On 06.15.2010 @ 9:41 pm
I didn’t mean it. All I told him was that his hair could use brushing. But boy, Jus really likes his hair. And he likes it THE WAY IT IS. Well, now I know. I couldn’t have forseen the fallout from that comment.
Posted By Laurel On 06.15.2010 @ 1:24 pm
