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Oh, the past! How you have fun times, and how you haunt me. The joy . The misery. They are both part of you. Is it good to remember? Is it good to reflect? Is it beneficial? How? For who? What steps do indeed to take to make it so? These are the questions I must ask and re- ask at the end. All of it made me, shaped me, is a part of me. I can’t forget. Nor would I want to. My first memories are from childhood. Oh, those days of wonder and enjoyment. Of simple life. Grass. Home. Textiles. Food. Cooking. Running. Playing. Creating. Learning. Becoming. The words themselves are what makes me. What was important in my life. Someone else would’ve had the same experiences yet different words and meanings would come to them. Yet theses, these are what I remember and cherish. The outdoors. The earth. The real ness of simple life. The love and nourishment of family and relationships and trust and forgiveness and support and fun and living. The different textures in grass, sky, tree trunks, swing sets, mud, hair, skin, blankets, carpet, sheets, plates, utensils, toys, so much more. But why do these come to my mind first? Play and the joy of being outside and on your own, in your own little world, but a big world to you. Creativity and the seriousness of it in play. The side yard with the shade, a tree, a swing set and grass. How we loved it and lived there and played and created our world and joy there! The wonder of childhood! The mud pies and how much fun they were to make! The sharing and working teeth with brothers and friends to create and live in our made up world. The communication developed that way and the independence. Do children still get this today? The trips to the neighboring woods as we grew older and the wonder of discovery and continued joy in creating newer, more sophisticated worlds with a touch of mystery added! The pain of encountering.

Posted By liz On 11.28.2012 @ 6:48 pm

underneath it all what are we really. i mean really. when we peel back the makeup layers of foundation and concealer and mascara and take off the labels that define us, we’re more alike.

Posted By Liz On 11.27.2012 @ 8:51 pm

being a local is supposed to give you some credibility but i just feel like i want to be a newcomer somewhere no not somewhere a lot of places i want to see the floating lanterns and the ocean again and where i was born in cali

Posted By Liz On 11.26.2012 @ 9:56 pm

see you soon, when is soon, does that mean today or tomorrow? May be never.

Posted By Liz On 11.25.2012 @ 9:05 pm

oh soon it’ll happen i’m sure when the nights get long and the homework gets longer and your brain just keeps wanting to stop it all and just breathe and sometimes im just tired of waiting for soon i mean we’re a society of instant gratification so why cant i have it now

Posted By Liz On 11.25.2012 @ 8:57 pm

satisfy the thing inside you. the thing that’s gaping in your core, your belly. the thing that cries more more more but is never satisfied with its current life. satisfy your life your dreams your ambitions go and do.

Posted By Liz On 11.19.2012 @ 3:38 pm

the thought that might change the world. the thought that everyone else is just like us and not like us at all and it’s all good. the thought that life is weird and bodies are weird.

Posted By Liz On 11.17.2012 @ 2:55 pm

Everything can be measured. Everything IS measured, whether we like it or not. Weight, distance, heartbreak. Everything, whether we like it or not, is put against a scale, given a value.

Posted By Liz On 11.15.2012 @ 5:20 am

measure flour and eggs and sugar and make something um yeah it’s like this right now because sometimes to keep getting better you have to keep going even if you don’t know what you’re doing..

Posted By Liz On 11.14.2012 @ 10:03 pm

the arts are what keep us alive when we’re sinking beneath whatever life throws at us we can dive into our music or drawing and just be something. concentrate on something other than life for no good reason.

Posted By Liz On 11.13.2012 @ 8:38 pm

don’t we all want that? to be the somebody that somebody thinks is somebody? to be the person we’ve wanted to be our whole lives, modeled on other somebodies we think we should be modeled on? sometimes that somebody just isn’t worth it.

Posted By Liz On 11.12.2012 @ 1:36 pm

it kind of sucks when the lights come back on and you wake up after a two hour nap dreaming about being kidnapped and you’re back to reality and you still have to finish physics homework which you have no idea how to do. and everything seems pointless at the time when just yesterday your life was great. who cares about the angsty high schooler what about the angsty college student who still doesn’t know what life is about but wants to go somewhere anywhere now.

Posted By Liz On 11.11.2012 @ 10:26 pm

draw on your sixth sense to uncover the agonizing truth

feel it tear you on the inside like needles forced down your throat

ignore the way it kills you smile and swallow the pain

Posted By Liz On 11.11.2012 @ 5:37 pm

we watch helplessly as she draws names written on the popsicle sticks from the metal can and wonder what our classroom job will be this week. no say in anything, we just hope we won’t have lunch duty because we all hate wiping tables and sweeping.

Posted By Liz On 11.11.2012 @ 3:58 pm

the time we spent together 4 AM, laughing, loving your voice was so sweet and low deep and steady like the slow beating of my heart it will resonate in my memory until the day I die

Posted By Liz On 11.11.2012 @ 8:42 am

we’ve spent so much time and money and invested in things and people who don’t appreciate it. while they spend the same amount on people who don’t appreciate it. who don’t. we all try.

Posted By Liz On 11.10.2012 @ 10:38 pm

we spent time together and didn’t even care how much time it was taking up we knew that when we stopped spending this time and emotion we would be done but yet not done because when we stopped we didn’t even care what it was we were doing.

Posted By Liz On 11.10.2012 @ 9:21 pm

out there, lots of sounds were pouring out of the savannah as he washed his eyes with regret. how could he have left her there? so many things so many things circled round his head, carving out what would later be his untimely end, into oblivion, the abyss of his torn up dreams. the roar shattered through the treetops as he began to flee.

Posted By Liz On 11.10.2012 @ 3:38 am

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Posted By Liz On 10.23.2012 @ 8:52 pm

The tire swing swung back and forth in the autumn breeze. I smiled as I caught the tire and put my legs through it’s opening. I closed my eyes and thought about the memories that this swing held.

Posted By Liz On 10.22.2012 @ 4:13 pm

He could feel the wind ruffling his ebony hair, the freezing drops of rain pelting down his molten body. His deep, brooding eyes were filled with a strange amalgamation of triumph and fear. His mouth contorted into a sick, twisted smirk as he charged towards his captor, his prey, Mr Patel.

Posted By Liz On 10.20.2012 @ 9:37 pm

We walked through the grand archway to the fair. There were flowery vines twined around the wooden structure that led us to the first part of the event. The enchanting feeling brought by this one entrance added a beautifully natural feeling to the entire occasion.

Posted By Liz On 10.17.2012 @ 10:33 pm

When you think about it, anything is possible. Look back at your life a year ago. Think of all the things that you’ve done, all the things that have happened, that you thought were impossible. My own story is my best friend and I fell in love a year ago – but we never went farther than friends. A year ago, I never thought it would be possible for a boy as amazing as him to fall for a clumsy, awkward girl like me. And now, look where we stand: happy together, united at last and able to make that last step. Anything is possible, so don’t give up hope and keep your eyes to the stars.

Posted By Liz On 10.07.2012 @ 5:31 am

The scene always opens with the staircase and the harsh summer light. Then enters the boy with the smile brighter than the sun. For a brief moment, you have him. He’s yours and you’re happy. But then everything works against you. Slowly you start to get torn apart. Every night it’s the same scene. Over and over again.

Posted By Liz On 10.05.2012 @ 1:46 pm

They were meant to protect me. I left them up for so long that they suffocate me now. Blocking out society and the noises of daily life. It was calming once, but I don’t know the sight or sound of real people anymore. These walls are now a hallowed box of sorrow.

Posted By Liz On 10.04.2012 @ 4:22 pm

I stopped talking to you and although there are various reasons for that, I wish we could just go back. Go back to when it was easy. Well, easier. Nothing between us was ever easy.

Posted By Liz On 10.03.2012 @ 7:56 pm

I see them everywhere I go. They follow me; down the street, to the store, when I go inside my own home. I see them. Everywhere, I see them. Sometimes it’s horrifying, sometimes it’s soothing. But most times, it’s unnerving. I’m frightened of them. The signs. Everywhere. The signs.

I’ve never told anyone of this. I keep it to myself. I’m scared of what they’ll think. They’ll think I’m mental. Insane. Crazy. I don’t blame them. Sometimes I think the same thing. Am I crazy? For seeing these signs everywhere I go. Those signs. Oh, god, save me. Save me from the signs.

Posted By Liz On 10.01.2012 @ 12:38 pm

several people stood on a street, watching other people. people passed by in groups and alone, in lines and in triangle-formations. people loved other people. people were happy. people had families. nobody was a sociopath. nobody was lonely.

Posted By liz On 09.23.2012 @ 12:38 am

Claim: a word that makes people think twice, say what others want to hear, and keep their mouth shut. Claim: don’t think about it. Tell what you want for once.

Posted By Liz On 09.19.2012 @ 4:43 pm

My mother claims that I have a horse in my closet but I don’t. I don’t have much in my closet and can’t claim to have a horse in there. Plus, it is way to small for a horse and she should know that. So don’t claim I have a horse in my closet. Tsk. never again will I talk about small horses or small spaces around my mother.

Posted By Liz On 09.19.2012 @ 4:37 pm