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Boots are a pair of shoes that you wear on your feet. They are shoes that close in the foot and come in various styles, lengths and design. They can be flat or with heels.

Posted By Louise On 03.23.2013 @ 1:55 pm

Beware of those who say no, who say never, who say mine These are soldiers of the mind who dictate their ways

Posted By Louise On 03.20.2013 @ 1:23 pm

i am pained in my heart, my soul and my world. Someone help me please. Is God going to do you think?

Posted By Louise On 03.19.2013 @ 1:19 pm

The hill shook as it disappeared beneath a wall of smoke. Suddenly the former mass of land was gone, ready for cookie-cutter houses, three car garages and designer gardens.

Posted By Louise On 03.14.2013 @ 5:38 pm

Ahead there lay a broken path, like a shrug to my eyes. It slipped suddenly and silently from view. I though that if i followed it, I might too

Posted By louise On 01.26.2013 @ 8:22 am

Both of them were there. Both of them, cute in their own way. Both of them willing to give me the world. Both of them unknowing of one another.

Posted By Louise On 12.03.2012 @ 11:30 am

An object is a thing, a thing you can touch an feel. It can also be something that you target. The word of the day, is in a way an object. Though you cannot touch it, it is still a target.

Posted By Louise On 12.03.2012 @ 10:44 am

To rise; but where to? I could rise out of the ashes into the flame or I could rise out of the ordinary into the spectacular I spend too much time thinking about where to rise to ever try

Posted By Louise On 11.29.2012 @ 10:54 pm

Rise above the rest. Fall. Drown amongst their bodies. Try to rise again. Fail. Such is life.

Posted By Louise On 11.29.2012 @ 10:47 pm

They were silenced by the looks. They knew what each glare meant. They kept quiet and turned to each other and smiled. “Let’s go!”

Posted By Louise On 11.22.2012 @ 3:06 pm

They were all looking up. Taking it in. But differently. Some with sunglasses, others shading their eyes with their hands or a magazine. I wanted the pain. Stronger. I wanted my eyes to stream. To hurt.

Posted By Louise On 11.14.2012 @ 3:29 pm

Musing I moved from one room to another. The historic beauty clung to the walls in fear. I wanted to know what of. Of me?

Posted By Louise On 11.14.2012 @ 1:34 am

I reached out my hand and took hold of the charcoal. Mashing it onto the paper I started to see the dark grey lines take the shape of the beast that was livinging in my head.

Posted By Louise On 11.11.2012 @ 2:01 pm

Twinkling in the dark, sweet night it beckons to me. Sending chills through my body as the frost picks it’s way through ’til dawn.

Posted By Louise On 11.08.2012 @ 11:03 am

For me this was a challenge. He stood there, clip board in hand. Name? Age? I started to walk past him. He appeared again in front of me. Name? Age? I continued.

Posted By Louise On 11.02.2012 @ 11:44 am

I could hear them as we slipped and stumbled past the pink ribbons. The ghostly feel of them tap, tapping behind me as the town in mourning lay before me. I slipped out. Before they caught me.

Posted By Louise On 11.01.2012 @ 3:34 pm

She ran around the boat catching the light in her fingers. Stuffing it into her pockets and under her elbows and knees. The children would curl around her like new born puppies tonight and she would glow like an angel.

Posted By Louise On 10.24.2012 @ 2:31 pm

Simple. The most precious thing we have is the air that we breathe and the path that we get to walk daily. The choices we get to make and the God we worship. Solved.

Posted By Louise On 10.23.2012 @ 1:36 pm

The words caught in her throat. She wanted to say it. The truth. The words that had been sitting there waiting impatiently all these years. The silence had given way for the words. They were waiting. She just needed to open up and let it out!

Posted By Louise On 10.22.2012 @ 1:55 pm

The bright, glaring lights were coming closer. I sped up. Closer again. I pushed the car into the sharp corners and willed my turning to come. The lights followed down the dark street. Then the flashing blue lights and I knew.

Posted By Louise On 10.20.2012 @ 3:14 pm

Charge makes me think instantly of ‘the charge of the light brigade’ which is referenced in the Blindside as Big Mike writes his assignment on it. I don’t know much about it except that it’s about soldiers charging and then dying at war. Charge is also something that helps my i phone to work and I would be at a loss without it.

Posted By Louise On 10.20.2012 @ 11:52 am

The pathway had narrowed with time and lack of use. Thorns and brambles caught at my clothes but my sister mercilessly marched forward. As she did so the memories flowed and my love for her chocked in my throat.

Posted By Louise On 10.20.2012 @ 9:37 am

The reflection was there she could not deny it. She wanted to. She wanted it to be someone else. But there was no doubt, she was now resembling her mother. She took down the mirror.

Posted By Louise On 10.19.2012 @ 12:37 pm

Cracking his knuckles he winced at the memory of his father. The cracking he had aped. He stretched out his fingers. No more.

Posted By Louise On 10.18.2012 @ 2:50 pm

It’s lifeless marble corpse caught my eye and held it. The curves, the smooth elegance. So dense yet so soft.

Posted By Louise On 10.18.2012 @ 1:33 am

Civility is one part of society that never ceases to decrease. Does anybody care any more?

Posted By Louise On 10.16.2012 @ 1:38 pm

The convent walls were so high I wondered who they were keeping out? Or who were they keeping in. I peeked through the iron gates and saw black and white swishing through the court yard with small children penguining behind.

Posted By Louise On 10.16.2012 @ 1:08 pm

I had seen the pile of earth. Cleverly cuddled into a corner of the garden. I regarded him. He knew.

Posted By Louise On 10.16.2012 @ 12:57 am

There has been more me. Less him. There has been more smiles. Less growls. There has been more light. Less. . . well you get the picture. Since.

Posted By Louise On 10.13.2012 @ 3:49 pm

I reach up to the heavy stars, loaded in the sky. Just one touch and the ripple is enough. They are falling like shining marbles around me. I panic. It is all my fault. why did I reach for them?

Posted By Louise On 10.12.2012 @ 4:29 pm