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The follower lost his way. The master lost his lamb. Lost his lamb in the sacrement of blood. The one ritual that was to be the end of both their suffering. The follower had failed his master, had failed and would be punished for eternity and there was nothing he could do to redeem himself this time.

Posted By Lillian On 03.04.2013 @ 7:01 pm

They applied the new information, in an effort to save her from the imminent disaster. Though again and again they tried, and though she reached out to them, desperately clinging to what little hope she had, she could not help but remember a better time when bliss was guaranteed and such hardships were nonexistent.

Posted By Lillian On 01.21.2013 @ 5:23 am

there was a time when she could apply her knowledge in such a way that it would be beneficial to all. but as time passed by, her knowledge dwindled, instead of growing, diminished, instead of developed, and altogether faded. she lost her knowledge, and could not apply it because of her self-doubts.

Posted By Lillian On 01.21.2013 @ 5:18 am

Im late, I’m late for a very important date. No time to say hello, goodbye; I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! Being late is something we’ve all been through. I hate being late. Being late is terrible. Lateness is failure.

Posted By Lillian On 11.22.2012 @ 6:00 pm

I want to not have anxiety over problems that are easily solvable. I want to go one day without worrying. I want a day of piece and solitude. I want to be Emily Dickenson

Posted By Lillian On 08.14.2012 @ 11:55 am

Pits as in arm pits are hairy, musty and often slimy. There are also gravel pits that reek havoc. Dipping’ pit as in Jason pits….dip and pits and dippin dippin pits.

Posted By Lillian On 06.19.2012 @ 8:42 pm

a sliver of hope. it’s tragically beautiful, isn’t it, that sliver of hope shining through the despair and the grime and the stupidity of this world? and that sliver is all we have left.

Posted By lillian On 04.28.2012 @ 8:31 pm

There’s a pattern here. I make great friends, they become something more, we break up, my heart is broken and I’m left wondering what happened. “We were so close,” I think, bewildered. Suddenly we are avoiding each other’s eyes. It is a pattern. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?

Posted By lillian On 03.15.2012 @ 10:59 pm

i don’t know what to write for this word. only sadness and happiness, the conflicting feelings, can i think of today. i don’t know why such a mix of emotions-i don’t know HOW such a mix of emotions-exist together. yet they do. it is breakfast and lunch existing together somehow. sappy (sad-happy)

Posted By lillian On 03.08.2012 @ 3:03 pm

floating in the sky so high. Make a wish and let it go and rise until it’s a tiny speck of a star. A brilliant star from your mind that lives to great heights and flies across the city.

Posted By Lillian On 03.02.2012 @ 12:45 am

Driving every whim, lost to a need not my own. I need it but I don’t want it. My medical addiction. Made from illness but kept to suppress.

Posted By Lillian On 02.23.2012 @ 8:46 am

Being born is easy. Being born is simple. Everyone does it. But in certain families with certain names it’s better not to have been born at all.

Posted By Lillian On 02.20.2012 @ 6:16 pm

i seek for shelter in your arms. it isn’t a good moment to find out that you are a coward. you need shelter yourself. you can’t stand to help someone else in need. you feel that your own need is more important. the person who sheltered you every single time…is about to shelter you again. because that is what a good friend does. i sacrifice everything, and you sacrifice your pride.

Posted By lillian On 02.18.2012 @ 7:36 pm

it’s a long, empty track, and i am staring at it. is there no end to it? that’s what it seems like. i don’t see the point. but then i see her. a long way off, but still reachable. she waves, her smile friendly. i wave back, wondering if i am dreaming. because this track seemed to be so empty. but now there seems to be someone here.

Posted By lillian On 02.17.2012 @ 12:52 pm

a festival, all for someone who i knew nothing about. stuck in the middle of happiness i knew nothing of. and i was trapped. alone, even as the crowd pressed in on me. isolated. i hate the feeling of being a part, yet so separated. it is as though they are celebrating my downfall. i cannot take it anymore. i leave. i don’t look back. i run back home, away from memories of this terrible festival.

Posted By lillian On 02.11.2012 @ 5:16 pm

a butterfly lands on a tree, its wings fluttering softly in the wind.

butterflies represent change. i wish i could do that, go from an ugly caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly. if only i could hibernate a while and suddenly come out a totally different person.

Posted By lillian On 02.08.2012 @ 7:14 pm

epic. the epic moment when you see that maybe life won’t be so bad after all. the sun still shines, the birds still sing, even as the snow on the ground remains in glittery splendor. it is epic in its simplicity. i love you, world. perhaps this epic feeling will fade tomorrow, but for this moment, i feel almost…happy.

Posted By lillian On 02.02.2012 @ 6:32 pm

“may the odds be ever in your favor!” a line from the hunger games. what a joke. it’s a joke in the book, and it’s a joke in my life. the odds are never in my favor. if the odds were in my favor, everyone I love would be with me right now.

Posted By lillian On 01.29.2012 @ 8:20 pm

a collar around my neck, restraining me. this is interesting. i thought i could be free, i thought i could be wild, i thought i could run. instead i have a collar wrapped around a neck. lead me with a leash, and i must follow. there is no choice. you are the collar, i’m the dog. but one day, i will break free from your restraints. and then i shall truly be free.

Posted By lillian On 01.26.2012 @ 5:36 pm

putting fences around my heart, like it will guard me. but my fences are easily opened. my defenses are few. those fences, can they even count as something that will defend me? for my heart is already broken inside these fences. why am i protecting what is already broken? because i am afraid it will be further broken until there is no way to put the pieces together again?

Posted By lillian On 01.22.2012 @ 1:04 pm

it’s scarce, isn’t it? happiness. a drifting sort of feeling. if you are lucky enough to catch it, it is soon gone. scarce. there can be a scarce amount of food. however, that can be remedied if someone cares enough. but happiness is something you must supply for yourself.

Posted By lillian On 01.21.2012 @ 9:51 pm

liberty. sometimes it’s not a good thing. i wish i didn’t have the liberty to think. take my thoughts, take everything away from me. if life is more miserable, maybe i won’t think about it. or maybe i will finally get the chance to fight for something better. can’t fight until people see that there is no liberty. right now, liberty is rampant.

Posted By lillian On 01.19.2012 @ 5:29 pm

below the mountains, way below. there is something that wants to get out. and all the pictures are of scenes that never were. and all the tables have finally been turned. and that is just the way it is. no turning back now. i don’t know what possessed me to bother to trust you. because below is where the heart was, and i am trying to get it back here, up above the ground.

Posted By lillian On 01.17.2012 @ 2:20 pm

I sacrifice a lot to come to school. I pay for my own tuition so my parents do not need to suffer as much. They have sacrificed a lot for me already and I do not want to put another burden on them.

Posted By Lillian On 10.29.2011 @ 3:19 pm

The deer took on tentative step onto the road, testing the asphalt. He had noidea how he was going to change the idiot drivers life who was now hurtling down the road torwards him.

Posted By Lillian On 08.18.2011 @ 2:54 pm

I remember back in the day when Mr. Koob’s classroom had a chalkboard. We would always end up throwing the chalk at each other, and it was fun. I remember there was a kid who always ended up eating the chalk. No one paid attention to the lesson, because everyone would be trying to get him to eat more of the chalk.

Posted By Lillian On 06.04.2011 @ 5:23 pm

I serve tables at work. Most people only want to sit in a booth. Even if you only have tables in your section, they insist on sitting in a booth. Why is a booth so special? I realized I hate sitting in booths at restaurants. I always have to put my purse behind my back so I’m close enough to the table. Maybe I just have bad posture. But with a table I can scoot right up to the edge. No purse necessary.

Posted By Lillian On 05.24.2011 @ 12:45 pm

The pink pastel buds. Blooming quick and new, how so? Life I say, start.

Posted By Lillian On 05.16.2011 @ 6:14 pm

No matter what you feel. No matter where you are. You once lived the life of luxury. Have you ever drunken a clean glass of water? You are more fortunate than most souls on this doomed planet.

Posted By Lillian On 04.16.2011 @ 8:57 pm

i would love to go to the gym. i am very unmotivated. i don’t even hate my body 100% of the time. just when i’m putting on pants or a tight shirt. and dudes don’t hate it either. but i should probably go just to be healthy, right? because i had four slices of pizza and two fattttening cookies for dinner, so. going to die sooner than later. the gym is probably a good idea. oh well.

Posted By Lillian On 03.17.2011 @ 5:10 pm