Entries By nathalie
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vase
“Let go! Let go of it before it breaks!” I continued yelling. And she let go. The vase broke. My mother’s favorite vase broke into a million pieces. Little did I know that the incident would be a foreshadow to my relationship with my sister.
Posted By nathalie On 07.20.2010 @ 8:54 pm
lens
She was looking through the lens carefully, adjusting the microscope from time to time. “Do you see anything yet?” I asked impatiently. The look in her eyes said it all: I was pushing it. I’m so used to being in the front wheel, to taking charge. It was hard seeing someone else doing ‘my’ work.
Posted By nathalie On 07.18.2010 @ 9:29 pm
bronze
There’s just this agonizing pain that won’t go away. I see these tears dripping down my bronze skin and I hate it all. The weakness, the tears, and the color of my skin. No one knows “what” I am. I don’t even know.
Posted By nathalie On 07.17.2010 @ 4:38 pm
leash
The humorous entanglement I had gotten myself into didn’t seem so humorous now. I was like a dog trying to go beyond the leash that restrained me. Pulling, yanking, with all my passion and might…only to get tangled.
Posted By nathalie On 07.15.2010 @ 7:30 pm
pleased
I was pleased with the arrangement, but not satisfied. I still felt empty, alone as if something had been left unresolved. I couldn’t show this, of course. My true emotions beaming would cause a disrupt in the fake balance we had worked so hard to obtain.
Posted By nathalie On 07.14.2010 @ 3:20 pm
lease
I had failed to live up to the responsibilities entitled to me. I had no met the provisions. Hence, the lease on this body of mine was up. It was time to die. I was no longer living on borrowed time.
Posted By nathalie On 07.13.2010 @ 6:07 pm
secure
I know it sounds strange, but the only place I truly felt secure was in this cell. I was a monster and I needed to be isolated. Human contact was no deserved. The only way for me to feel safe, for me to know that others were safe, was to be assured that I was locked up, for good.
Posted By nathalie On 07.12.2010 @ 9:27 am
scoop
It was there. Right in front of her. She had it. She had the entire thing she had been waiting for, for her entire career. The scoop. The story of a lifetime that would bring her over the top. And yet…she hesitated.
Posted By nathalie On 07.10.2010 @ 7:33 pm
generate
to generate. it means to create, right? to make something happen. a simple world to say the least. but so hard to apply. to put energy into something requires work, which goes against what humans have created to be their condition. it requires beyond creating. it requires constant energy.
Posted By Nathalie On 07.09.2010 @ 7:22 pm
train
last time i got on a train i was leaving both venice and someone i loved. I never saw either again but i will never forget the smell of that august afternoon. I smeled like goodbye.
Posted By Nathalie On 05.31.2010 @ 6:02 pm
potato
There are so many ways to eat a potato when you think about it. You can devour this lovely plant that grows from our amazing planet that we live in, in a variety of ways. The first and most important way to eat it, in my opinion, is french fries! Who doesn’t love a good plate of steaming hot, right from the fryer, with complimentary calories and greasy, lovely, fat?
Posted By Nathalie On 04.16.2010 @ 7:04 pm
curls
filed up beside a counter. they don’t understand how happy life is. contrary to popular belief. popularity is pretty. lovely bouncy happy things. don’t make me smile because my cheeks hurt. fresssshhh. sing like a daisy on time in my heart. so long.
Posted By Nathalie On 04.12.2010 @ 1:42 pm
grid
grid like the grids on my math paper that i used to hate. i hate math. not because it was hard or that i hated the teachers, but that i never had any motivation to work at it. i hate it because it reminds me that the only thing i want to ever try hard at is sport, the rest of my life so apathetic.
Posted By nathalie On 03.19.2009 @ 6:30 pm
spaces
Neither space nor time to take care of myself before I was finally allowed to unravel and fall apart.
Posted By Nathalie On 03.03.2009 @ 11:39 am
Spaces was what we needed, to hold us in but separated; things we could quibble over when we did not know what to speak about anymore.
Posted By Nathalie On 03.02.2009 @ 12:34 pm
path
She took the path toward her house, though familiar it seemed strange under the fall trees. There was an eerie breeze shuffling the leaves, her arms clutched tightly around her chilled torso. She pondered if it really was her home.
Posted By nathalie On 10.25.2008 @ 5:18 pm
brick
Brick is made to make our buildings and homes, it is solid though it can be turned to dust. I would not like to have a brick thrown at me, that would hurt a lot, especially if it landed on my head. However, I would carry a brick as a weapon if need be.
I like bricks, especially the red type. They remind me of my childhood…
Posted By Nathalie On 09.09.2008 @ 12:51 pm
left
I’m left handed. That makes me a a fan of left. Left, left ,left. It one of those words that if you say it a lot it sounds weird. I don’t really remember anything about the
Posted By Nathalie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
