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professional
to be professional is to be something you worked for. you deserve the name because you earned it.
Posted By Liz On 03.05.2012 @ 8:45 pm
sweat
It dripped down my face and stung in the cuts there, the only thing that reminded me of their existence. This sweat was the first I’d dripped fighting off those blows. It wouldn’t be the last.
Posted By Liz On 03.03.2012 @ 4:59 pm
weave
She peered into the woven basket, unsure of what the woman was trying to prove. Inside were three beads; ivory, red, and green.
Posted By Liz On 03.03.2012 @ 12:31 am
lantern
lanterns shining light upon empty roads lanterns in the hearts of lovers who kiss on top of rooftops mudbogs pavement couch cushions their hearts are now full but will someday be broken and shatter into the sky and absorb in the light that filters clouds that rain down on top of their heads hair soaking through transparent skin closed hands clutching at each others cheeks the lantern the only light on this otherwise pale street screams to see more to see more in our dark atmosphere
Posted By liz On 03.02.2012 @ 8:58 am
It was cold, dark, lonely. It was depressing almost. It was a country road, houses spread quarter miles apart. I was coming up to the first latern I’ve seen in ages. I felt as if It was ages, and I was going back ages, for the fact that It was a gas lantern on a wrought iron pole.
Posted By Liz On 03.01.2012 @ 3:39 pm
lift
“Hey. Want a lift?” he said, pulling up alongside her in his decidedly douchey car. She thought it was probably intentional. “You’re a moron.”
Posted By Liz On 02.25.2012 @ 9:34 pm
loss
the weight of death. The death of weight. Loss of hope. Everything that matters. The will to do anyhting extraordinairy. Loss of faith.
Posted By Liz On 02.24.2012 @ 8:49 am
chief
“Chief, we got a problem!” it’s the last thing I heard. My men. they were all down. “What happened here!” no one replied. One came toward me. he seemed so ill. What the hell is going on! “Chief, Help!”
Posted By Liz On 02.04.2012 @ 6:35 am
cabin
I often stayed in the cabin when my family would have a breakdown. Well, my mother and I would. And it would be silent, for neither of us had the courage to bring up the trauma. But I often looked to her and felt the guilt of her pain well up in my chest, and I would then think back to my dad, and wonder if he felt as bad as I was feeling.
Posted By Liz On 01.28.2012 @ 9:14 am
beehive
It seemed as i watched her walk, as she got closer, her hair buzzed. It was hideous, i was hoping her hair would get caught on fire. I was almost disturbed by her stupidity. I wanted to meet whoever told her she looked good like that. Stupid beehive lady.
Posted By Liz On 01.25.2012 @ 1:41 pm
plans
I’ve laid them. I’ve seen them go astray. Mice, men, etc. I’ve got plans for tonight involving poker and a couple of cocktails. I’ve got plans involving luck. Let’s see how that works out. I had plans today — some of them got left back at one fork in the path or other. Guess that’s the way it is with plans. Or maybe I just didn’t plan well enough.
Posted By Liz On 01.25.2012 @ 12:59 pm
hinge
Sandy and I (and Deborah?) talked about the notion of poem as window, poem as door, and then I think we talked about the idea of a poem having a hinge. THat was cool. I love this word. The hinge is the thing that makes the turning possible, everything hinges on something else very cool.
Posted By Liz On 01.23.2012 @ 3:48 pm
liberty
Freedom, to be yourself, to be at peace, freedom of expression, feedom to feel all your feelings, the good good, the bad and the downright awful, freedom to be yourself and not give a toss what anyone else thinks abou you.
Posted By Liz On 01.19.2012 @ 3:15 am
runway
The runway was long and empty before here. No sounds could be heard from anywhere. It seemed eerie, and wrong. There should be tons of people here. But there was no one. She was dressed up for nothing. A few steps forwards told her there was something wrong. A loud kreening came hollowly from somewhere in the distance.
Posted By Liz On 01.21.2012 @ 12:42 am
below
There are Things below her bed. They’ve been accumulating there, for years and years and years, and she just never bothers to go underneath and discover them, afraid of what unpleasant memory from yonder ages she might unearth.
She does go below her bed eventually, traveling down, past the comforter, the sheets, the mattress, the bed frame, until she finds her collection of Things. She looks at them for a while, never touching. Simply gazing. And then she’s angry, going through the Things one by one, each evoking something she never thought would ever hurt until now, post-Him, post-Family, and she sees these Things and she chucks them at the wall, imagining his soft face and betraying back as he walks out the door and leaves her behind. With each throw, she hears the door click shut. With every infuriated hurl, she feels her heart breaking a little bit more. Later, she will realize that this mass purging of the below heals as much as it hurts, and she will smile (wince?) as she drops her childhood into the garbage bin at the curb and watches the billowing truck take the tender reminders of her father far, far away.
Posted By Liz On 01.17.2012 @ 7:55 pm
conceal
hidden, unable to see it, not in my view, a secret something I can’t get to. Hide from others view so they can’t see, protect image and contents. A secret.
Posted By Liz On 01.12.2012 @ 12:49 pm
savage
“They’re all savages,” she thought, staring at the small group of natives that had come, curiously, to scope out the settlers.
“Look at those savages,” one of the natives whispered to his brother. “Watch them invade our lands with their hostile ways.”
Posted By Liz On 01.09.2012 @ 6:20 pm
lilies
lillies are my absolute favorite flower on the face of the earth! they smell so wonderful and make me so happy. i wish i had fresh lillies all the time. my boyfriend’s daughter just got a little white dog and named her lilly, she’s precious.
lillies make me think
Posted By liz On 01.08.2012 @ 3:32 pm
trunk
She lugged her old trunk behind her, clopping noisily down the staircase as it hit each step. It was cumbersome, but she refused to go anywhere without it. The peeling leather had too many stories, too many strange places imprinted on its skin to be left behind in a dark closet somewhere, unable to breathe in more memories.
Posted By Liz On 01.03.2012 @ 7:32 pm
THe trunk is red I like ur trunk Fuck my trunk How big is ur trunk Is my trunk bigger then yours? how old is ur trunk I dont know what to write about Umm college sucks this is kinda werid how was ur day mr. trunk? brrrahhhh i dont know what this is. OMG TRUNKS R AWSOME APPARENTLY I love myself and nones else and my trunk BBBBBBBBBBBRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWERRRR TRUNKS
Posted By Liz On 01.03.2012 @ 4:19 pm
champagne
Patricia drunkenly walked through the kitchen with the champagne bottle in her hand. “Fabian!” she slurred as she saw the young boy getting a snack. “You should talk to me.”
Fabian rolled his eyes at her. “Drunk again aren’t you, Patricia?” he asked the girl.
“You bet,” she answered. She walked closer to him and suddenly fell into his arms. “Oh whoops!” she squealed. “Sorry ’bout that.”
He shrugged. “It’s alright I guess.”
Posted By Liz On 01.02.2012 @ 5:16 pm
dessert
She had trickery for dinner, and vengeance for dessert. Her dress had pockets specially designed to carry concealed evil. Her favorite color was fear.
Posted By Liz On 12.28.2011 @ 12:52 am
hurry
hurry up. don’t wait. we’ll be late if we don’t go. just like a cheetah you should go fast. now hurry or we will be late, I just know it. this makes no sense but I don’t care. all I know is we gotta go! sheesh.
Posted By Liz On 12.22.2011 @ 11:11 pm
flood
Floods of memories wash into my brain as I remember the moments at Anchor, when I would be taking care of those stupid hermit crabs- and for what, for people to mistreat them? Why was I doing this? I wasn’t going to get the job.
Posted By Liz On 12.21.2011 @ 6:11 pm
blemish
“It’s a blemish,” she said, prodding at her face with distaste. “I do hate those.” “Where?” he replied, gently kissing the spot she was speaking of. “I don’t see any blemishes. I just see you. Perfect in your imperfections.”
Posted By Liz On 12.16.2011 @ 11:53 pm
gown
The gown was everything she had ever wanted. The silk was gold and sparkling, and each of the pickups had a little red bow on it. There were intricate patterns of embroidery and lace and the sleeves showed off just enough shoulder to let the imagination do the rest. Sighing, she put it back in its box and handed it to the one who would be wearing it. Others were always taking her dreams.
Posted By Liz On 12.11.2011 @ 7:22 pm
view
I viewed the letters and numbers on the board. i looked on with nervous determination as I placed both my hands on the planchet; this is dangerous alone, I’ve been told. But no one would help me. I needed answers, and I was determined to get them. So this was the only way.
I’ve been obsessed with spirits and ghosts for two years now. I can’t get them out of my head, ever since I saw that psychic on T.V. I’ve yoked myself to the idea of contacting the dead.
Posted By Liz On 12.09.2011 @ 6:11 pm
obey
slouch
She sat, slouched in her chair, desperately waiting for the bell to ring. Would the teacher ever shut up? She twiddled her fingers in her hair and chewed on the pencil. The teacher was droning on about some ridiculous thing having to do with figurative language when she heard it. “Chandra, what do you think/”
Posted By Liz On 12.01.2011 @ 3:57 pm
