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your eyes, clear blue. somehow violent. icy. seeing right through my pretenses. seeing my every intention.

Posted By Liz On 08.01.2009 @ 4:30 am

Her breath came out in tangible puffs of smoke as the icy, chilling wind blustered around her red coat. It was far too late for anyone else to be out, and the street lights had even dimmed in the lateness of the hour. She was alone. Just how she liked it.

Posted By liz On 07.31.2009 @ 12:02 pm

The tiled floors which cover the kitchen, the tiled walls of the stained bathroom, the yellow spot on the tile of the roof above your head, it’s all confusion and all squares of order. The stains, the ugliness, the boring dull tiles, once bright and bold, now repetitive and lack all color.

Posted By Liz On 07.30.2009 @ 10:04 pm

Cold and wet I hate the feeling when I step out of the shower. My mom put in those tiles and I’m sorry she had to do it by herself. They are messy and peeling. I tried to tile the walls and was angry at my uncle for being so condescending about it. If I had my own home I would cover all the tiles with bathmats.

Posted By liz On 07.30.2009 @ 12:50 pm

I am tired of wading in the shallows of your mind. If you are going to keep me here, let me in. Show me something that means something more. Show me who you are.

Posted By Liz On 07.30.2009 @ 3:54 am

i like to drive. i just got my permit. i am kind of scared for my drivers test though because i really want to pass it. i wonder if i will get a female or a male driving instructer for my second lesson. my mother is out of town so i was hoping to do it this week

Posted By Liz On 07.28.2009 @ 11:15 pm

ten little fingers and ten little toes.

that’s the way every baby goes.

Posted By Liz On 07.27.2009 @ 5:29 pm

yes I am and a birthday one that claims I have been around for 18 years won’t change that when I go through busy crowds or past boys that I admire I have to learn how to walk again

Posted By liz On 07.27.2009 @ 3:04 pm

I have a kitty with many paws. SHe cuddles and snuggles and yawns. Oh how I love my kitty with many paws.

Posted By liz On 07.23.2009 @ 10:59 am

i think you’re growing on me the way you talk and make sense. intelligence

the fact that we are so alike with entirely different opinions and styles makes it exciting

the fact that i might actually trust you makes me wonder,

is it safe?

Posted By Liz On 07.21.2009 @ 10:10 pm

i’ve held the stars in the pit of my heart and the world in the palm of my hand

and still i feel ashamed

Posted By Liz On 07.16.2009 @ 9:15 pm

don’t think, just jump.

i can’t swim.

and i jumped.

it was a little bit like love. the rush. the fall.

and silence. nothing but silence and bubbles and fish among coral.

the kind of silence that is deafening, in a beautiful kind of way

Posted By Liz On 07.16.2009 @ 3:08 am

fields of grey and ash and flaking yellow snow.

and you.

in black and grey.

what a scene to behold.

burgandy too.

why oh why do I bother?

Posted By Liz On 07.13.2009 @ 11:45 pm

I love you.

And all day long i keep thinking you might tell me the same, or at least ask what i want you to ask.

i’d say yes in a heartbeat. quicker even.

it’s only you, these days.

Posted By Liz On 07.13.2009 @ 2:34 am

There as a vulture sitting on the fence in my backyard. I quickly ran and got a broom to chase it away. I ran too fast and fell and hit my head on the concrete. I don’t remember much after that, except I’m here now. Because of that vulture.

Posted By liz On 03.05.2009 @ 12:15 pm

too many to fill, overwhelmingly vacant…the gaps in my life that i wish i could bridge. wanting to ask but being too afraid to.

Posted By liz On 03.03.2009 @ 10:09 am

When I was little I would love to skate. Each Friday night we would go to the skating rink and I could listen to the music and just escape. I took my son skating not to long ago and was reminded of the joy of skating. Of gliding along the rink and feeling the music and watching the lights. I was surprised that I didn’t even fall. It made me want to skate again to buy a pair and skate in the park and down the road. Feel the sun on my face and the wine in my hair. What a great feeling. I love to skate…even now that I am 42. Feels just like I am 12 again.

Posted By Liz On 02.27.2009 @ 2:32 pm

When I was little I would love to skate. Each Friday night we would go to the skating rink and I could listen to the music and just escape. I took my son skating not to long ago and was reminded of the joy of skating. Of gliding along the rink and feeling the music and watching the lights. I was surprised that I didn’t even fall. It made me want to skate again to buy a pair and skate in the park and down the road. Feel the sun on my face and the wine in my hair. What a great feeling. I love to skate…even now that I am 42. Feels just like I am 12 again.

Posted By Liz On 02.27.2009 @ 2:31 pm

install a software.

Posted By liz On 02.23.2009 @ 11:54 am

I installed a new file sharing program on my computer and it’s so great! I love downloading music and movies. It’s the greatest thing to happen since sliced bread.

Posted By liz On 02.22.2009 @ 7:26 pm

when i was younger i used to love the ninja turtles

Posted By liz On 04.22.2009 @ 3:43 pm

when did the dog attack my house and did he spit on that random piece of chewing gum or did he eat it and fat bubbles and flew into the sky. I’m not sure i do think he had on a pair of orange socks that made him look cool

Posted By liz On 04.22.2009 @ 1:21 am

yum flavor delicious pretzels spaghetti shaker white small grains AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted By Liz On 04.18.2009 @ 6:52 pm

on wood or on a door i supoose, could be knocking to be let in or knocking a cup against bars in prison trying to get out as aposed to getting in. Could be part of a joke, although not a very good one cauce i haven’t laughed at a knock knock joke for about 10 years….. but the one about doctor who still gets me evey time.

Posted By liz On 04.15.2009 @ 2:27 pm

i want to lay in it. underneath tall oak trees. where i find rest.

i want to brush off the color of it on my cheeks. for i can’t believe i just….

Posted By liz On 04.12.2009 @ 6:34 pm

It happens to many of us. Some more than others. You may say something, but they take it the wrong way, leaving you wondering, if they actually understood what you said.

Posted By Liz On 04.08.2009 @ 8:32 pm

the one word i can think about is love. love is the only thing keeping me from doing something horrible. my lover is the only one keeping me from failing. the love i have for my best friend is also keeping me from it. i love my best friend and girlfriend so much.

Posted By liz On 04.04.2009 @ 6:15 pm

and there I was staring at the black surrounding me once my eyes adjusted I quickly realized that some black was my ceiling and some was my wall and I was back in my room again hiding from the day on the otherside of the curtain

how did i get here? when did i blackout?

Posted By Liz On 04.04.2009 @ 2:09 pm

evil. bad. take away and never get back. let it alone. school. school bully. school fights and someone loses. both people get suspended. kicked out og school for a while. dont come back. bad people. good. bad. fo

Posted By liz On 11.19.2008 @ 11:06 pm

falling i can’t stand up and the only thing holding me is a red ribbion. silk. but it won’t last. it can’t last, it’s not strong enough. i wait in the wind to fall to my death. there’s nothing here. i’m nothing, just one more girl. waiting. waiting to fall to her death. held by nothing more than a silk red ribbion. weak ribbion, suspedning me.

Posted By Liz On 11.19.2008 @ 8:16 pm