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Concerning Hobbits

Posted By Lulu On 09.18.2011 @ 5:33 pm

i’m in one. we’re awful, but people love us for our cuteness and our original lyrics.

Posted By lulu On 07.27.2011 @ 1:05 pm

lighting cuts the sky in half, and you are on one side and i am on the other. separated by a flash, a slice, a fork of light– far apart but still together.

Posted By lulu On 07.25.2011 @ 11:56 am

and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me. there was a time when words prickled each ventricle in my body, plucked at my sanity to madness and i danced and flames rose like ash in the wind, gone, towards yesterday and past then.

Posted By lulu On 07.18.2011 @ 4:55 am

cast in iron and you retain that mold i cannot change that which makes you strongest (cast in iron hot coals embers dying you were born as i died)

Posted By lulu On 07.06.2011 @ 8:12 pm

i hate people that are suck up yellow a b c d elephants are really big i love apples oranges are funny looking

Posted By lulu On 06.30.2011 @ 5:02 pm

honest! brutally so. i am honest with myself: you were stupid, and now you are free! but i am afraid: in ten years i will be dead. i talk to him about baby sharks, he is honest when he sees a fat person. no poetry can save me now.

Posted By lulu On 06.30.2011 @ 12:02 pm

we stood on the station platform, tired and confused. we hadn’t yet bonded with each other, and someone had spread the rumour that all of the French people hated us. it certainly seemed that way as we pulled our heavy suitcases onto the hot, crowded tube and saw the dirty looks that people were giving us. four days later, we had become a family. and it turns out that the French people didn’t hate us all that much. the station became our home: we were travelers, we were adventurers, we were the closest bunch you ever saw.

Posted By lulu On 06.14.2011 @ 1:12 pm

be loved. beloved. i often wonder if i am beloved. but if i am not, what does it matter? when i am beloved by many others i do not love myself. when nobody loves me, i love myself. a question of identity has been raised! and summer has begun: perhaps i will get to the bottom of this.

Posted By lulu On 06.13.2011 @ 10:16 am

The walls in here were lifeless, but I changed that. What better way to breathe life into them than with the very thing that kept my own heart beating? I would re-open the wounds every day, even when the nurses strapped my arms to my back. I would paint a memory of the outside in rust-red, even after the man came in to wash the walls clean. They couldn’t stop me from making my cell beautiful, hurting myself to do it, and that terrified them.

Posted By Lulu On 06.06.2011 @ 6:29 pm

painted faces in the dark. deep shadowed eyes that shine, bottomless pits, reflecting your soul. deader than dead, am i dead or alive? i claw at your heart just to try to survive. painted faces in the dark, and their deep shadowed eyes shine as bottomless pits, reflecting your soul. but it won’t help: deader than dead.

Posted By lulu On 06.06.2011 @ 4:21 pm

montage i think of editing videos,i also think of mountains, it’a a nice word, i say it when i’m feeling pretentious, or would like to impress, montage i like the sound of the age at the end, and how i have to whisper it.

Posted By LULU On 06.01.2011 @ 5:53 am

Just once and it’s gone, passed like a note, but a picture. Then you sit before a blank screen like you’re waiting for more. Each flash flies to the back of your mind; you move on.

Posted By Lulu On 05.31.2011 @ 4:16 pm

i am not forgotten! the sun shines on me today.

i forgot that i left my mandolin at school. i hope its okay.

Posted By Lulu On 05.15.2011 @ 1:36 pm

i am lost. the other day i took a mouthful of cherry vodka because i thought it would make me feel better but it didn’t. it made me feel dirty and alone and not myself. why am i here? i always forget how it feels to love someone who doesn’t love you back. but now i remember.

Posted By lulu On 05.14.2011 @ 2:59 pm

my bones are tired. they aren’t comfortable in my body, they want to run and fly and jump and twirl and i hold them back, i keep them grounded with my misery and fight against them until they fall still and exhausted.

Posted By lulu On 05.11.2011 @ 2:46 pm

i find vandalism consoling. you tell someone that you feel alone, disenchanted by humankind, and they smile uncomfortably and sidle away. but when you scrawl “i am alone. i am disenchanted by humankind.” on a bus or a wall or under a bridge, people can see, they can relate: they are be lonely too, they are disenchanted too. and there you have it… companionship in loneliness. vandalism consoles.

Posted By lulu On 05.10.2011 @ 4:19 pm

streaked down faces staring into windows and their eyes are sunken and lost, they have become people who they don’t know and no one knows them, no one cares who they are. lost, alone. alone, lost.

Posted By Lulu On 05.05.2011 @ 5:23 pm

i used to wear a bandana every day, a different color for each day of the week. and somehow i don’t anymore. i guess i skipped a day, and one day turned into two, and my mom made snarky comments about bandanas being for lesbians, and so i stopped. now i wear nothing of note, nothing to distinguish me from the crowd except for a bizarre neck-tan from all of those bandanas and a smile upon my face.

Posted By Lulu On 05.02.2011 @ 5:59 pm

a chorus of voices floated up into the air. prince william and kate middleton were married at last, and i was going back to sleep.

Posted By Lulu On 04.29.2011 @ 1:06 pm

the woman locked twice, rechecked her locks, and then deadbolted. she peered fearfully through the curtains out into the peaceful suburban streets, her hair escaping from hastily placed curlers. ‘the paranoia never ends’, she thought. and then she placed a gun to her head and shot, a shot that rang out into the neighborhood but woke no one.

Posted By Lulu On 04.28.2011 @ 11:32 am

i’ve never met trailer trash, i don’t think. but i’ve met trash, and trash sure don’t live in a trailer. all of the people i know who live in trailers are quite nice, and far more classy than half of the people living in houses or mansions or apartments or penthouses (you get the picture). it isn’t their fault that they live in a trailer. and it isn’t like they run around in their underpants clutching cold beers and having a “weenie roast.” they sit in battered kitchens drinking tea, perhaps with a cat in their lap, reading thomas hardy.

random. but i want to write something every day, even if its nonsense.

Posted By Lulu On 04.27.2011 @ 1:31 pm

i waited impatiently. cars trundled past, some slowing down to glance at me and wonder why i was standing there placidly amid the business of rush hour, with a worn backpack on my back and a single flower dangling from my fingers. it was windy, and dust flew up from their tires in thick clouds. it bit at my eyes, swirled around me manically, tore the flower away from me and whipped it high into the air. and still i waited, never once moving.

Posted By lulu On 04.26.2011 @ 10:05 am

i was puzzled. why not me? even when she liked girls, even when she decided to be a lesbian, she got more boys than i did. what was wrong with me? and still he doted on her, still he stuck close to her, and still she encouraged him. it was only a matter of time before she changed her mind and snapped him up, leaving me (the best friend) to watch in silence as she stole one more facet of my very self, my core, my being.

Posted By Lulu On 04.25.2011 @ 8:56 am

i waited for the riddled sky to be solved again by the sunrise. those aren’t my words. they’re elvis perkins’s words.

Posted By Lulu On 04.25.2011 @ 8:54 am

i was puzzled. why not me? even when she liked girls, even when she decided to be a lesbian, she got more boys than i did. what was wrong with me? and still he doted on her, still he stuck close to her, and still she encouraged him. it was only a matter of time before she changed her mind and snapped him up, leaving me (the best friend) to watch in silence as she stole one more facet of my very self, my core, my being.

Posted By lulu On 04.25.2011 @ 8:46 am

I had plans last night and it all worked out. It was one of those rare times where we made plans in the middle of the week and stuck to them. It almost never happens. We almost always either end up doing something else or not doing anything at all. It was good to see all my friends that I hadn’t seen in a while and have tons of fun. We laughed and danced and went to be bed late. It was awesome.

Posted By Lulu On 04.03.2011 @ 12:24 pm

i love going to the gym. it makes me feel like i accomplished something when i’m doing working out. i love the stretch in my calves and the burn in my side. is this sadistic?? i always wondered that. but who doesn’t like to work out sometimes in the gym with other people.

Posted By Lulu On 03.17.2011 @ 1:48 pm

it figures. i mean things like this always happen to me. he’s absolutely perfect and as he walks by a rootbeer float just happens to fall on my head. Jenna! I will get her back for this. And i am proclaiming that fact that I am now plotting revenge, I fall. Go figure.

Posted By Lulu On 03.16.2011 @ 2:35 pm

There is no specifics in life, its all variables and involves much interpretation. Too much is left vague and we are left to our own judgements. more is needed, but less is much more interesting.

Posted By lulu On 03.03.2011 @ 7:49 am