Comments Posted By Elsie
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I know sisters but not by birth or blood. She is a sister with me through it all.
» Posted By Elsie On 05.25.2017 @ 9:47 pm
Great thing you pulled there. Now we have to clean up your mess and you don’t care.
» Posted By Elsie On 05.24.2017 @ 4:42 am
Weird under water clown outfits floating in terror. Not breathing.
» Posted By Elsie On 05.23.2017 @ 5:43 am
I cannot see the mountains behind the pollution. Perhaps if I move a little closer, bend upside down I will see the beauty behind what is infront of me.
» Posted By Elsie On 07.19.2015 @ 11:13 am
She felt hapless as she stood in the rain waiting for the bus. It was late and so was she. How was she ever to arrive to the appointment on time. Perhaps her luck would turn around if only she could get to that meeting on time.
» Posted By Elsie On 03.04.2014 @ 6:10 pm
It is actually very cold today. No need for poetics. It has been raining, pouring all day. The wind howling. I will take cold rainy days almost any day, until I am ready for the sun to shine again. What a lovely, cold, cold, day.
» Posted By Elsie On 02.28.2014 @ 6:23 pm
Look at the bowtie that fellow is wearing over there. It accents the vest that hugs his broad chest. He looks as though he would arrive at a blue door with a rose. The girl would step out looking beautifully similar to Zooey Deschanel.
» Posted By Elsie On 02.27.2014 @ 8:14 pm
She seated herself down on the metal chair located just outside the cafe. She ordered a cappuccino and a scone. She was not hungry, but wanted to embrace the coffee and a snack mentality that seems to be so popular at these sidewalk cafes.
» Posted By Elsie On 02.26.2014 @ 8:21 am
I was revved up by the moment. Who knew such a simple moment could awaken my spirit with excitement. I kept going and discovered that, at the end of it all I still felt like the same person that I was before, but I was a little more alive. I found myself excited for that feeling again.
» Posted By Elsie On 02.24.2014 @ 8:04 pm
“The grass is greener on the other side.” I remember him saying. But the grass was not greener, it was blue. I walk through it now, thinking of the bluegrass music I heard so many years ago. It seems to play on ion the back of my mind. I think of Neil, the fiddler in a bluegrass band, my only friend as a child and then the man I secretly loved as a woman. “I love you.” I say, and the words are lost in the wind, going to a place I hope is happier then this. BLUEGRASS,. BLUE GRASS. They seem to be popping up everywhere, pointing to Him. pointing to Neil.
» Posted By Elsie On 09.07.2013 @ 4:54 pm
The barrel was round. Of course it was. What other shape would it be? No matter what shape though, I’m hiding behind it. I can’t be found. The men aboard this ship have no idea I’m here, and I intend on keeping it that way for a while. I surely would be keel-hauled if they knew.
» Posted By Elsie On 01.01.2013 @ 12:02 pm
Representative of the passion innate in the souls of all people, and unquenchable, fire is the most potent, unstoppable force in the natural world as well.
» Posted By Elsie On 12.25.2012 @ 11:14 pm
What binds me to you? Love, perhaps. No. Maybe excitement. I am bound. No I am just lost. What I am bound to is the idea that I don’t have enough. That I need more. How to unbind? I want to feel free. Be bounded only to my wings.
» Posted By Elsie On 09.10.2012 @ 10:48 pm
Cho Cho went the train
But the wind blew and blew
My hair went wild
like the eyes of a child
I cant remamber the last time i felt so alive
But i know that i will never want to see you cry.
» Posted By Elsie On 07.03.2012 @ 8:55 pm
Is the mother of invention. but there are many things that you don’t even NEED. sure you need air and food, but you dont need that shiny new iphone that just came out. If you don’t need it, dont get it.
» Posted By Elsie On 06.02.2012 @ 2:21 pm
It’s a strange word. Sort of French in the beginning. Rationing during the second great war, somewhere in Europe. The longing for manufactured stuff was a long duration, horribly insatiable.
» Posted By elsie On 03.15.2012 @ 4:46 am
giving your life – your meaning – to someone else, for someone else.
a selfless act of love, fate, etc.
it takes a real person.
» Posted By Elsie On 10.30.2011 @ 6:22 am
morality is overrated. who wants to be a plain jane? when you can do whatever you want, you will find in yourself the ultimate freedom. even if it means stepping on a few toes to get there. morality is a hindrance, even though it’s socially acceptable. deep down, we all want to be immoral, and if we were, we’d be at peace with ourselves.
» Posted By elsie On 10.05.2011 @ 2:39 am
Given the chance to go back and start again, I’d hope that I’d be smart enough to not give any of myself to him. Not my trust. Not my heart. Not my virginity.
» Posted By Elsie On 07.02.2011 @ 1:45 pm
He brought it for her, but she rejected it. Why doesn’t she see him? He look at her as she walks away, laughing with her friends about his stupidity. He should have known, this just keeps happening.
» Posted By Elsie On 05.22.2011 @ 12:37 pm
I love styrofoam. It’s fun, easy and makes a really good fort. Forts are also fun, and styrofoam makes it all the better. THIS IS SUPER POINTLESS!!! Styrofoam is typically white but comes in a variety of different colors, such as pink or blue or purple or green or yellow or black or brown or even rainbow. Probably I’ve only ever seen white styrofoam but, hey, a gal can dream, right?
» Posted By elsie On 04.22.2011 @ 5:21 pm
What gets lost and thrown away. What was useful, like a mother’s love, but isn’t now, ‘cos you’re all grown, and inside you the child is crying out but can’t be heard. An ear trumpet for example, or a mangle?
» Posted By Elsie On 04.12.2011 @ 2:18 pm
Full of old dusty books. Leather bound beauties waiting to be discovered, all splendid in red and gold. The occassional ‘Horrid Henry’ popped in for your own amusement.
» Posted By Elsie On 04.12.2011 @ 1:44 am
one is not God only He has the power over life who are we to decide?
» Posted By elsie On 02.04.2011 @ 12:22 pm
how i feel about my life and relationship now. also, knowing that my inner being loves me and all is well.
» Posted By elsie On 07.12.2010 @ 7:28 am
my spine hurts sometimes. and one time, i fell out of a bunk bed, while i was on vacation, and moved 9 vertibrae out of place, it hurt. if you want to scare your chiro, go limp and soil yourself, never done it but heard its funny
» Posted By elsie On 06.05.2010 @ 4:15 am
The sheets have been wrapped up in bubble paper, plastic spheres I pop for fun, because sheets don’t need extra insulation.
» Posted By elsie On 05.29.2010 @ 11:14 am
It was just a tiny fragment, no bigger than a grain of sand, who would have thought it could have done so much….
» Posted By Elsie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
Carefully I went down the steps wondering what was lurking below.
I’ve always been afraid of the unknown and this was no different. What was there? Was it just the wine bottles collecting dust? The stray cat that somehow came into the house?
» Posted By elsie On 07.12.2008 @ 10:45 am
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it was when I was in the 10th grade that I started hanging out with Roland and his gigantic cadillac convertible. we went to the beach, to town. I was so happy to be out with a boy. he was nice and fun and stylish, but I did not know about gay boys at that time.
» Posted By Elsie On 11.11.2008 @ 4:14 pm