Comments Posted By Izzy
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we were always like that. a kiss and a slap. we were always going to clash. but we both just kept coming back for more. until my lips were raw. and your face was red.
» Posted By izzy On 05.25.2010 @ 6:08 am
he was glorious. his eyes, like darts to my soul. but what got to me was that love rocket.
» Posted By izzy On 05.24.2010 @ 5:57 am
even though i knew it might draw attention…i chose to light the lantern. he might not come this way, but even if he did…well, we had to keep moving. forward.
» Posted By izzy On 05.23.2010 @ 9:13 am
up high, from here…there it is…i see it. the balloon. we let it go hours ago. i watch and wait. i wonder where it’s going. i put you inside it. you think about that. i gave you away, just like that. it was easier than i thought it would be.
» Posted By izzy On 05.20.2010 @ 5:40 am
her head whipped around, frantic. it was a trap. she was surrounded by brick on almost all sides, and he stood in front of her, blocking her escape.
» Posted By izzy On 04.25.2010 @ 3:13 pm
the minerals glinted, reflecting off the flashlight’s dim beam. gems by the hundreds displayed in front of us, dollar signs in our eyes.
we move swiftly, silently, disarming the place
» Posted By izzy On 04.23.2010 @ 2:44 pm
he was a castaway – left behind, scorned, unwanted. his beard long and scraggly, unkempt and unclean. his cup rattled, thin bony hand barely clutching it. i walked past, hurriedly.
» Posted By izzy On 04.19.2010 @ 5:38 pm
potato, pa-tato. delicious, in french fry form, mashed form, and of course, vodka form.
» Posted By izzy On 04.16.2010 @ 1:38 pm
i never did like that dress. its deep neckline. i have those ribs, that wrong kind of chest for it. i should’ve talked to her about it but i never found the time. what do you say when there’s just not that kind of time.
» Posted By izzy On 05.19.2010 @ 9:32 am
i cant stand the sight of him. when i hear his voice my skin tingles and i can feel my blood vessels constrict. familiar smells make me angry
» Posted By izzy On 05.11.2010 @ 8:34 pm
“he withheld it from me – so no, i was not aware of the situation.” my attorney rolled his eyes at me, fussed with papers on his desk and pursed his lips
» Posted By izzy On 05.10.2010 @ 6:40 pm
there was a wet ring plainly visible on the table. she had forgotten to use a coaster under her glass.
» Posted By izzy On 04.15.2010 @ 7:01 pm
deer drive me crazy! they are WAY to overpopulated where I live. always eat the flowers, destroy the garden, AND sneak around late at night, waiting to jump out in front of the car soon as you turn that dark corner. grrrrrrr
» Posted By izzy On 04.13.2010 @ 5:12 pm
she sat across from me on the subway, orange plastic seats, graffiti and tattered, outdated advertisments. we whizzed along the dark underground at a frightening speed, but i payed no attention to any of this. just her, head bent, reading, blonde curls falling around her face, i couldn’t look away.
» Posted By izzy On 04.14.2010 @ 3:17 pm
her wig perched high on her head, holding onto that scalp for dear life. it was slightly crooked, an imperfect fit. frizzy, black, gathered on the back of her head, a few loose tendrils hung loosely around her face.
» Posted By izzy On 04.11.2010 @ 7:55 pm
i wanna be a paperback writer, paperback writer, paperback writer
– the beatles
» Posted By izzy On 04.10.2010 @ 8:51 am
i don’t know what to offer
» Posted By izzy On 05.13.2009 @ 1:37 pm
the past, present and future of our lives.
maybe some day i’ll stand out
some things i just want now
before it’s too late
» Posted By Izzy On 01.10.2009 @ 4:49 pm
a car is going and going and its honking its horn at people passing by. and there are lots of traffic and a bunch of rude people going around the lanes in other cars. theres so many people that the lanes are backed up to infinity. and there are recs.
» Posted By izzy On 09.05.2009 @ 7:57 pm
destination…the place you want to be. Everyone has a destimnation, wheteer we know it or not. Everyone wants to be somewhere else. Me, I want to live in California, but I’m stuck in Forks, WA. I love Forks, of course, but sometimes I just want a change.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.21.2009 @ 3:57 pm
I was skating yesterday. I love to skate. I love to go. I love to test my self. I love being free. I love my life. I love my life on my skateboard. I never want to stop. I love to skate. I love to live. My skateboard makes me live. I’ll live forever with this board. I’ll live till the world ends.
» Posted By Izzy On 02.28.2009 @ 8:52 pm
Trained? I’m supposed to write about trained? Why am I even writing? Ah well. I just think of trains, not trained as in training or trainers. Shoes or a person? I don’t know. There’s an old railway bridge on the towpath I walk, I wonder what sort of trains used to travel along it.
» Posted By Izzy On 02.26.2009 @ 10:16 am
suspended in the school basement. the joy
» Posted By izzy On 11.19.2008 @ 11:50 am
cars are like the best ones ever. my dad has one. they’re not like the cars you see on the peugout advert that turn it people like things and skate alot. Although i suppose they could eb. only if you dont live in this world and instead in your imaginary one. however these can be in plastic or hard. but it is a normal car that converts into a super car.
» Posted By Izzy On 11.11.2008 @ 2:00 pm
left wanting. That’s kind of how I feel about high school – it’s like I had so much planned. Only I didn’t, really. I’m not sure what I was expecting – be it life-long friends or hobbies or the discovery of what I really love to do – but I know that I didn’t get it.
» Posted By Izzy On 08.28.2008 @ 8:15 pm
I want to be with her more than I can say. I want to take it all back. everything I didn’t do; everything I did. the things I couldn’t say, the things I did. I want her. I want to touch her; kiss her; taste her.
I want time to stop. I want it to stop; so I don’t ever have to forget what it’s like not to have her around…
But at the same time; I want it to blaze by me; so that the time without her goes by quickly..
And before I know it; she’ll be back in my arms again. Just like last year.
I want this to never end,
» Posted By Izzy On 08.25.2008 @ 7:20 pm
I had to know and so as fast as i could i went to him and i did it i asked the question and well i don’t know how to take this. WHat do you do when you’re 87 and ur married to a gay man?
» Posted By Izzy On 08.17.2008 @ 11:47 pm
blue, fresh green, mashed up against the blue sky back ground. Little yellow petals fighting to stay pu against the wind. Small Wild bees tumbling along, alighting to rest and sup.
» Posted By Izzy On 09.14.2008 @ 5:21 pm
A wildflower is a flower that some people would not like in their gardens. But some are very pretty and will look good in a garden. They have very beautiful colors
» Posted By izzy On 09.12.2008 @ 7:54 am
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i saw a masterpiece haning in the window of the gallery. no one seemed to appreciate this work of art the way i did. it was beautiful, it was life. it was mine.
» Posted By Izzy On 06.22.2008 @ 12:41 pm