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what does loom mean? i’ve never heard this word before in my life. it’s mool backwards. although, i dont think mool is a word. I will use this sometime on scrabble in the near future once i know what it means. I’m guessing it has something to do with wool. or the moon. but backwards…… ish. please describe to me what this word, “loom” means.

Posted By Leah On 05.11.2013 @ 10:36 am

It was kind of pointless, asking his girl. She was a liar, and a good one at that. I’d known her for years, and, I’ll tell you, her credibility wasn’t all that great. Let me put it this way, I wouldn’t trust her with my 50 cents

Posted By Leah On 05.05.2013 @ 10:49 am

No solid way to turn. Fear of imminent failure. Wide open air. Nothing to catch me. Wait. I’m not ready. Let me stay on the cliff.

Posted By Leah On 04.19.2013 @ 9:52 pm

Anchor my heart a million times to the oceans skin, and to the sailors breath. Anchor my heart a thousand times to the caverns and trenches that line the earth’s floor. Anchor my heart a hundred times to the tide’s pull and the moons watchful eye. Anchor my heart ten times to swift currents and salty waves. Anchor my heart to that of the oceans and I’ll ride sea over bow to watch it sink.

Posted By leah On 04.11.2013 @ 10:13 pm

I know a lot of people who are allergic to it, which is weird because before I came to Burlington I didn’t even know that was possible. I think fields of wheat look weird and boring but I love the country and that’s where it grows.

Posted By leah On 03.29.2013 @ 1:07 pm

My boots have traveled everywhere. From ocean to ocean, sea to sea. Every country one could imagine has been touched by these boots. They’re full of memories, full of dreams.

Posted By Leah On 03.23.2013 @ 1:19 pm

I built a house, Then tore it down, Watched the bricks, Fall to the ground, I laughed and I cried, Never once went inside, And pretended my brick house was you

Posted By Leah On 03.22.2013 @ 2:43 pm

Beware the demons in your room for they will steal your eyes Beware the demons in your closet, they will steal your heart Beware the demons under your bed for they will steal your nose Beware the demons in your mind…

…For they will steal your soul

Posted By Leah On 03.20.2013 @ 7:11 pm

She smiled,a bitter and pained expression on her once joyful face. It was a smile of someone who had once known happiness, but had it taken away from them.. again and again and again.

Posted By Leah On 03.19.2013 @ 1:36 pm

The truth was, she was lying. Or was it that she was lying about telling the truth? Either way, no one believed her. She was the girl who cried wolf, and therefore always a liar. Even if it was true, or was it?

Posted By Leah On 03.18.2013 @ 7:46 pm

i don’t know the truth. the honest truth is i don’t regret anything and i don’t know the truth about you. i know that i want to be deaf and in love with anyone and everything. the truth is i’m not sure if i want to be happy. i just want someone i can be myself around that i don’t have to lie to. i want to do something. anything. that is the truth.

Posted By leah On 03.18.2013 @ 5:09 pm

She had lived here for exactly two days, and they were moving again. This city, she never even bothered to learn it’s name. It was just another of the endless cities she was running to. her parents had never stayed in a city for more than a month, so she was used to not having friends, to be alone, to traveling without the hope of ever stopping. So, no, she hadn’t even bother to learn the cities stupid name, she would have just forgotten it anyways.

Posted By Leah On 03.17.2013 @ 12:19 pm

Covert was probably my favorite word as a child, I heard it one day and thought how perfectly it fit the rest of my life. You see, at the time I was a nine year old girl who was also a ninja, and everything I did, I did in secret. My mission was to save the world, and to climb this tree… and to swing across the lake of fire by this skinny old rope, but no one could know because it was all covert, my secret. Now at sixteen, it’s still the perfect word. No one needs to know about me, my mission in life is my own. Parents, friends, siblings, teachers… they know nothing about my mission. Covert is the perfect word.

Posted By Leah On 03.16.2013 @ 2:29 pm

The boom shook the house and I screamed as my mother cried out, “get into the cellar, kids!” I grabbed my little brother’s hand and rushed into the kitchen, down where the bombs couldn’t reach us… hopefully. As another bomb blasted in the street, I held my brother tightly and prayed that it would be over soon. Another blast, and I realized our house had been hit. At first I was relieved it hadn’t reached the cellar, but then another though occurred. Tears pooled in my eyes as I frantically searched the small room and whispered somewhat hysterically, “mom….?”

Posted By Leah On 03.14.2013 @ 9:21 pm

There was nothing there, just endless darkness. It went on and on and on… I couldn’t see the end of it. It was quite terrifying, to be honest, but I didn’t admit it out loud. I shut the door and faked a smile. “Well,” I said, “Let’s look for something else.”

Posted By Leah On 03.14.2013 @ 9:07 am

He closed his eyes and screamed out “Cut!” The scene was horrible, the actors nothing more than childish imitators waiting to be told what to do. God Forbid, if they could just act a little better, he could make it work, but no, it was hopeless, the director sighed, “try again…for the tenth time” Maybe,just maybe his job would be worth while in this take…

Posted By Leah On 03.12.2013 @ 11:18 am

Tales are stories waiting to speak. They’re legends and mysteries meant to make the mind wonder and think. They’re happy and magic and oh so profound, The weaving of tales- such a beautiful sound.

Posted By Leah On 03.11.2013 @ 12:50 pm

There is a vase on my window sill. It is a little cracked. There are dry flowers in it, because I didn’t put in the water like I usually do once a week. Because my grandmother died, so these flowers should too.

Posted By Leah On 03.10.2013 @ 1:28 pm

What comes after, the following. Additional information, about you, me, anyone. There is always more to say. Our words can be endless. Also.

Posted By Leah On 03.09.2013 @ 5:47 am

a word that means as well as or similar too or it is just additional. i also bought a pair of shoes. also is used in your vocabulary to say something is added on to the thing you just stated. also is a great word so you dont have to use as well as or something that is simi

Posted By leah On 03.08.2013 @ 6:19 pm

I am not a weakling. But I really kind of am. It’s sad, watching kids get picked on. Just hoping that you won’t be the one It’s survival of the fittest Something we know as best as children If you are a weakling, do something about it.

Posted By Leah On 03.03.2013 @ 5:36 pm

He should never have let it happen, but he caved. And now- as he sits by her side, holding her hand and struggling to keep a brave face- he regrets it so, so much. Tears are streaming down her cheeks; she’s scared- but not half as scared as he is. He’s more afraid that he has ever been in his entire life. His daughter was dying, and it was because of his failure. Yes, he blames himself. He can’t help but think that if he were more present, if he were firmer, if he had kept close tabs on the people his little girl made friends with, she’d have never had gone out that night and gotten drunk. She wouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel of the old, beaten car he’d saved up to buy her for her 16th birthday, which seems now like it was just yesterday. She wouldn’t have careened off the road and crashed. But, he caved.

Posted By Leah On 02.24.2013 @ 7:29 am

When I was little I used to wake up early in the mornings and stay in bed studying the folds of my comforters. I made each dip a little cave and would put my eyes way up close and the shadows became deep and dark and the humid summer air was cool again.

Posted By leah On 02.23.2013 @ 2:22 pm

A cool kid rolled down the street with a smug look on his face. He just asked Lacy out on a date. She was so pretty, and he couldn’t wait. All the boys wanted her and he won, she was going to be his. His bike wheels squeaked as he arrived home, his mom passed out in the yard once again.

Posted By Leah On 01.27.2013 @ 3:11 pm

Speak the words, nevermind the consequences. You think too much, it isn’t a debate, no one’s a judge. Those words are the only thing with the power and you just won’t let them wield it. So speak.

Posted By Leah On 01.27.2013 @ 9:30 am

i used to think that musicals were extremely boring and stupid. I absolutely hated watching them. I took a few choir classes and I think after watching the movie Grease I came to appreciate them a lot more. I find them entertaining now, I feel due to maturing.

Posted By Leah On 01.23.2013 @ 8:38 pm

Don’t ask me to choose. I don’t know what the road will bring in the future, and choosing the wrong fork could mean certain death, or it could mean eternal life. Choosing would be easier if it weren’t a choice at all. If someone would shove me into my choices, I would be forever grateful.

Posted By Leah On 01.18.2013 @ 2:08 am

Now is the time to eat drink and be merry for the end will come and darkness will be all that is left.

Posted By Leah On 12.27.2012 @ 10:58 am

Tis the season to be jolly, Tis the season to be sensitive and loving to others. Tis the season to be thankful for what we have and to bless others. Happy holidays to all. God bless us everyone

Posted By Leah On 12.21.2012 @ 9:02 am

I think of something being presented in a presentation. Last week we had an interesting presentation at the office Christmas party. I don’t particularly like presentations, at least if I am the one having to give them. Which is my job sometimes. I gave a presentation last week to my peers also. It

Posted By Leah On 12.11.2012 @ 8:15 am