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I feel terribly confined lying next to you in this open bed.

How dare you.

» Posted By Lisa On 10.26.2014 @ 4:11 am


A small group of trees.
My childhood was like a grove of children swinging amongst the fragile limbs. We were lanky and twiggy and searching for the light.
I continue to search today, hoping.

» Posted By Lisa On 10.22.2014 @ 1:59 am


to win the race at a steady pace. working hard and forward moving on. keep going.

» Posted By lisa On 10.20.2014 @ 4:49 am


Minecraft world without much depth. Great for testing out mob traps and other redstone devices. Not so good for having a pretty world or for having interesting views, in my humble opinion.

» Posted By Lisa On 10.05.2014 @ 3:57 am


aS i sat there in the dark room, I heard a voice from outside. It sounded like someone crying and pleading with their captor. I knew that they would have been captured, because I had been too. Three weeks ago I was brought into this dark room. Three weeks ago that was the last time I aw the light.

» Posted By Lisa On 08.22.2014 @ 1:28 pm


The girl’s hair is bright red, scarlet like the flames of a fire licking upwards, and wild- curly and thick and beautiful and vivid, almost like the mane of a lion. The colour red is the only colour to be seen as she strides through the dark alleyways of London courageously during the witch’s hour- awake and unafraid.

» Posted By Lisa On 08.16.2014 @ 11:27 am


I saw a weathered barn and wondered what it had been through. How many baby animals had been born there? Had crops been stored in the barn? What stories did this weathered barn have to tell?

» Posted By Lisa On 05.13.2014 @ 6:47 pm


i’m not sure how i feel about prayer. i do believe in the power of prayer, but maybe you need to be more devout for prayers to be heard. maybe there’s a list of seniority for who gets heard. and the more regularly you pray, the more seniority you get.

» Posted By lisa On 04.08.2014 @ 8:19 am

i’m not sure how i feel about prayer. i do believe in the power of prayer, but maybe you need to be more devout for prayers to be heard. maybe there’s a list of seniority for who gets heard. and the more regularly you pray, the more seniority you get

» Posted By lisa On 04.08.2014 @ 8:15 am


His mind is so open to information, knowledge an ideas. he is the epitome of overt. he boldly speaks his mind and truly does not care what people think about it. overt is charming with some people. completely open and completely free. it’s an enviable quality.

» Posted By lisa On 04.03.2014 @ 10:49 am


I doubled my commission from 2012 in 2013.
I don’t ever want to be doubled crossed!

» Posted By lisa On 01.27.2014 @ 6:59 pm


When I think of orders I think of the days I worked as a waitress at Taco Den. I worked there for over 4 years. My brother and one of my sisters worked there too. I enjoyed getting paid and having spare cash to use on myself as my parents didn’t really have much money.

» Posted By Lisa On 01.13.2014 @ 8:05 pm


The amount of money that a person or business brings in would be a technical definition, but more figuratively it could be whatever a person brings into life as a source of enrichment, sustenance, or way to add to living.

» Posted By Lisa On 01.05.2014 @ 8:07 pm


It’s like life. It’s full of its own ups and downs. Sometimes you feel claustrophobic. Closed in. Like you don’t really have any choices. You want to go up, but you must go down. In order to get to your goals you have to get off where the door opens.

» Posted By Lisa On 12.30.2013 @ 8:05 pm


I had a hand before but that isn’t true since the accident. my mom was teaching me how to chop some salad and I decided to try it on my own with a BUTCHER’S KNIFE.

» Posted By lisa On 12.25.2013 @ 1:38 pm


a person who is famous and has a lot of money. someone who has to watch his or her actions because continue followed in the media. those people sometimes have a lot of chances without having to do something about it.

» Posted By Lisa On 12.20.2013 @ 8:04 am


It was in improv class during college. The teacher had her eyes tearing through his every move, but he didn’t feel it. He felt the lights hitting him strong and the stage firm beneath his feet. He know then that this was his destination.

» Posted By Lisa On 12.10.2013 @ 10:40 pm


I thought once I might have become a headline. “Middle age mom trampled to death in stampede at Green Day show.” The crush of people was overwhelming; shows I went to when I was a teen had 20-30 people at them, most of the time.

» Posted By Lisa On 10.16.2013 @ 6:44 am


Fiery brimstone and misery. There’s really nothing that can be worse. The goal is to avoid it and be happy, which is often easier said than done, because we seem to constantly gravitate towards things we don’t want, or things that aren’t healthy. Or things that don’t make us happy. Hell is private, as everyone fears different things. It’s not so simple as it should sound. It lasts forever. My own private hell is work that doesn’t fulfill me and people who treat me poorly. I can’t be there, and it slowly strips away my self-worth and makes me miserable. It makes me paranoid and weak and doesn’t ever seem to go away. It’s a bottomless pit of disdain and despair. The whole point is just to avoid it and stay happy. It’s not always easy, but it is necessary at all costs. So I keep opening doors and walking through them as I try to keep going in the right direction to get better, move higher, reach a place of peace and happiness that will always be in my heart.

» Posted By Lisa On 09.22.2013 @ 9:55 pm


orange is the new black-new perspective about the war on drugs……….am I done writing now. What do I do when I’m done writing…… I just keep writing?

» Posted By Lisa On 09.10.2013 @ 7:42 am


i’ve already written about beckoning
one hundred times before
and i’m usually the beckoner
never satisfied
always searching for more
and around the corner?
there’s nothing
nothing beckoning me but me
always reaching for the next bottle
my next drink

» Posted By lisa On 08.12.2013 @ 11:00 pm

Beckoning me from across the way, it stood there, calling my name. The energy I felt – relentless. Is this what it feels like? To be trapped? Ensnared? We haven’t met.

» Posted By lisa On 08.12.2013 @ 10:23 pm


I was hung
I was strung
I waited
the bee stung

it wasn’t fun

» Posted By Lisa On 06.17.2013 @ 2:45 am


with blue cuff links. I couldn’t believe the monkey was wearing a shirt. He walked over to Franz, took his cigarette, and continued to smoke it. The monkey seemed to have more class than all of Franz’s friends combined.

» Posted By Lisa On 06.15.2013 @ 7:11 pm


Decompose. Take away the composition, take away the
composure. Sort of like decompensate. When we compensate for
whatever shit is going on, we are functional. When we decompensate,
we lose our shit.

» Posted By Lisa On 06.11.2013 @ 10:37 pm


Fools fall in love. Clearheaded people don’t. There’s too much risque involved. I want to be a fool. Fool me.

» Posted By Lisa On 06.09.2013 @ 3:47 pm


Their savings were being depleted at an alarming rate. The job loss — unexpected, though not entirely — had thrown their expenses into a new kind of relief. The essentials — mortgage, cell phones, cable, water, electric, car payments, medical co-pays — off course had to take priority. The trick now was to decide how many curtailments to their normal spending they could comfortable absorb, and how much suffering they were in for.

» Posted By Lisa On 06.07.2013 @ 11:51 pm


Secluded oaks sheltered from the rain in a tight embrace. How can one be secluded when surrounded by so many others like them? The gentle oaks in the verdant forests, canopied by stars and rain. Secluded, yet not alone.

» Posted By Lisa On 05.30.2013 @ 12:16 pm


A crazy strange place where there’s nothing. Nothing but emptiness and where truths seem nothing but true. A strange feeling of obviousness that cannot be shaken. How weird it must be to be oblique. A feeling of nothingness.

» Posted By Lisa On 05.28.2013 @ 7:55 pm


sweet lullaby singing to a baby that is falling asleep in the warm crib prepared by mother. Stories that have a history behind it that children will not pick up on. Comfort singing by mother.

» Posted By Lisa On 05.19.2013 @ 5:55 pm

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