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the crisp spring air woke me up as I stepped out onto the porch.
“sunrise is beautiful, isn’t it?”
I turned around and there he was, just staring at me. he hair all messy from sleeping and his shirt wrinkled.
I couldn’t believe any of this was real.

» Posted By Beth On 01.13.2012 @ 8:51 pm


we all try to conceal who we really are by covering up our faults.
maybe one day we’ll learn that the only way we can truly find love is by letting people see our faults, and not being afraid of what they will think. If we don’t open up once in a while, we’ll never really know how to love.

» Posted By Beth On 01.12.2012 @ 5:19 pm


i see a glimmering substance covering the window sill and automatically know, he was here.
And the glimmer never came off my window sill because of that bastard.

» Posted By Beth On 01.01.2012 @ 6:52 pm


Actually, desert is a good word, I guess I feel like I’m in some sort of desert. A desert void of anything but sand, no decorative bark or weird little sand bugs, or the occasional fox with pointy strange ears…the desert being a metaphor for life itself, and the sand in this case is a metaphor for the path of life, the random occurances, coincidences and grievances. I stand in the middle, a bit sweaty and a-fluster constantly desiring to drink water to see that mirage, the oasis, and still im slugging through it, repetitively trapsing along and I’ll never die of dehydration I’ll just forever be thirsty. My thirst will never be quenched, I don’t know how to quench it…with knowledge? Facts? Writing? Friends? Love? Family? Useless posessions? Perhaps the only joy I’ll find in my desert is the odd cactus and the knowledge that no matter how hot it gets I’ll always be able to carry on.

» Posted By beth On 12.28.2011 @ 6:06 pm


She looked in the mirror, her emerald satin gown didn’t hug her like the numerous pin ups advertised, it swamped her…it was mis-shapen, she looked odd, uncomfortable. She felt her eyes become blurry as she touched the reflection in an attempt to reach out and tell herself, ‘I know you’re not happy…’

» Posted By beth On 12.11.2011 @ 3:38 pm


I sometimes wish I lived in a castle, being the beautiful princess that everyone favors and wants to be with. I may not have a castle, and I may not have a lot of people that desire me, but I know I have a few that will always be there and love me and want me in their life. That is more important to me, but the fantasy still exists.

» Posted By Beth On 10.19.2011 @ 11:37 am


I do not like the word prosperous. It implies that a person has to be rich to be described as this word because usually riches and prosperous are used in conjunction with one another. Prosperous can also be used to refer to the crop yield for a farmer. But I think prosperous should mean something different to everyone and it shouldn’t be dependent upon their wealth or lack thereof.

» Posted By Beth On 10.07.2011 @ 10:26 pm

The man riffled through the pockets of the corpse, cursing under his breath. This fellow hardly had a dime to his name.
“Thanks for the help.” He drawled sarcastically, kicking the body as he crept away.

» Posted By Beth On 10.07.2011 @ 5:50 pm


The planet was a darksome shade of grey. The dust clinging to its surface was a sickly yellow that sat gloomily on the boots of the soldiers as they passed. One of them, a younger, inexperienced fellow, shuddered as he passed the boneyard. The others snickered at him.

» Posted By Beth On 10.07.2011 @ 6:09 am


Feeling of hurt for someone else, caring and worrying, but in such a gentler way. A bit oppressing, the mother telling her daughter not to do this, not to try that. The dad telling her not to date until she’s thirty, to stay close.

» Posted By Beth On 09.19.2011 @ 10:52 am


Most things are average. Some things are exceptional and some things aren’t worth it. For the most part I am glad most things are average. I couldn’t live in the stress exceptional can bring nor could I live with the loss that nothing brings.

» Posted By Beth On 09.15.2011 @ 12:24 pm


soft, hard to wash, sometimes snags, made by worms! makes me think of china and the color red, also of bedsheets (though I have never had silk sheets – [perhaps I am confusing it with satin?] I drink a soy milk brand called Silk sometimes. It is expensive and cheesy men wear shirts made from it.

» Posted By Beth On 08.24.2011 @ 9:42 am


and it isnt just you, it’s everybody that’s what they say it’s never just you, or just anybody but everybody’s moving, sinking, rising, laughing crying never saying still. I used to watch them moving around, driving in their cars and watching the world go by and the water run down the windows and the deep breaths that everybody takes before they go under. even if they have stones in their pockets they take that breath, because I guess it’s too difficult otherwise. Or human nature. Not sinking, not waving, perhaps not even drowning. Perhaps I am, perhaps we all are, or perhaps nobody is. Not sinking at all, just spinning in space.

» Posted By Beth On 08.22.2011 @ 11:46 am


I like deer, more or less. Unless they’re the deer that try to eat you, like in LOTRO. those deer aren’t cool at all. they’re vicious and mean. i don’t like hunting, though. hunting is bad. i couldn’t imagine shooting an animal, but i can definitely see myself eating one. i like eating deer meat if it’s cooked properly, but if it’s cooked wrong i don’t want anything to do with it. it tastes nasty and is tough and hard to ear. it’s just not something i’m into.

» Posted By Beth On 08.18.2011 @ 2:20 pm


Bricks are the building blocks used to build structures meant to pass the test of time. They are usually red, some people paint them. They can be formed to create designs of your choice.

» Posted By Beth On 08.09.2011 @ 10:05 am


The lock hides things away. It hides away lies and truths. It protects, but it also deceives. It hides secrets, never to be heard of again. But sometimes the lock breaks, and everything spills out into the World. When the lock breaks, people do too.

» Posted By Beth On 08.06.2011 @ 6:43 am


boiling hot. that’s what she felt after reading that email that her cousin had promised not to send. “what a crazy bitch,” she thought, “why am i putting up with this shit?” and just like that – she was done. no more boiling.

» Posted By beth On 08.02.2011 @ 10:22 pm


rolling, lighting up the valley, shocking, scary and beautiful. natures anger let out. mother nature expresses her feeling. the calm after the thunder. the song, Thunder by Boys Like Girls. slicing the skies in rage.

» Posted By Beth On 07.27.2011 @ 4:43 am


there was never anything wrong with wondering about who he was or who i was but then there was a lot of lightning and that happened and the storm was never the important part but that’s what we remember about it. it’s all schadenfreude and the thunder is an abstract idea, you can’t touch it. nobody gets struck by thunder it’s the lightning. in any case it didn’t matter because the storm didn’t last a whole lot of time and nobody was hit nobody that I met or will ever meet. I just know that it’s a lot of volts and it’s hard to have an argument about spaghetti when there are so many volts and so much power going on above rumbling, though I suppose that’s the thunder but it’s a precursor, or at least a big part of the rest of what happened. it’s like talking to you when you’re sober or on the phone and you’re voice goes high but I can’t tell if that’s the connection or emotion or maybe it’s lightning, off in the distance, hitting an ugly metal structure and causing you to sound a little softer and a little sadder than you ever used to or ever have since, except on the phone when you let me call you at night when I’m watching TV and somebody looks like you or I need to ask a question about sport, or something we did when I was a child and you were barely there or when there’s a storm and you don’t hear me at the best of times and I forget full-stops when I’m mad and it starts off like water running in your drainpipes and before I realise it’s started there’s hail and then floods and then the black clouds come rolling in and the lights in the sky at least make some people feel alive and some people safe, hiding in cars or under trees if they don’t know any better and all I really have left is you at the other end of the phone and so I hope that lightning doesn’t strike twice, and that your voice does that all on its own when you hear me and the laughter that I see in pictures is the same and will tell a story and my wrinkles and my eyes and my burns, which turn to scars and storms which set trees on fire and lightning does nothing but light up the sky and put people in the paper.

» Posted By Beth On 07.25.2011 @ 11:39 am


Flowers. Purple. I love purple flowers. They are always really pretty. Purple is my favorite color, I’m pretty sure violet is a shade of purple isn’t it? I’m not really positive but I’m pretty sure. I love flowers. My mom plants them all over the yard.

» Posted By Beth On 07.22.2011 @ 9:08 am

Violet is abeautiful color wjen usedin combonation with the rigjt contrasting hues. For instsnce, if the color aqua is paired with violet the pairing is soectacular.

» Posted By Beth On 07.21.2011 @ 8:36 pm


Matchsticks call to him, singing in the night. Light them up, watch them burn, swallow them whole.

» Posted By Beth On 07.17.2011 @ 8:09 pm


Cigarettes can kill you
Though the smoke is nice
The choking fog can fill you
And hope it will suffice

» Posted By Beth On 07.16.2011 @ 5:16 pm


bow down to me, insignificant spec of dust
i am the god of what you wish you were
do as i say or writhe with the worms that are your brethren
eat the dirt that is your home
the mold that is your mind
bow down before me
bow down
for I am greater
I am Great
The God of All Time

» Posted By Beth On 07.14.2011 @ 10:58 pm

a bow tie on a suit. a man walking through the room, dressed in his black suit, his bow tie contrasting against his white shirt. He smiles at me across the room, causing butterflies in my stomach.

» Posted By Beth On 07.14.2011 @ 12:53 pm


Her wrinkled hands were laced in aged etiquette, yet there was no reason to be formal. Not in front of her old peers, who had seen her at her worst-the braces and frizzy hair phase–still, she clung to the notion that she had something to prove to all of them. That even 10 years later, she was good enough to be in their circle.

» Posted By Beth On 07.14.2011 @ 6:08 am

fork on the left, on top of the napkin
spoon and fork on the right
pass the salt and pepper together as a unit
spoon or fork above the plate is for dessert
don’t make slurping noises
always pass dishes to the left
don’t blow your nose at the table

…that’s all i got out of girl scouts

» Posted By Beth On 07.13.2011 @ 5:11 pm


i have the plague. a plague of yellow eyes and yellow skin and yellow hair follicles. not a happy yellow, not the sun or a flower, but the plague. the plague has come, it takes no prisoners, only children and adults who dare to dream. oh, the plague has come.

» Posted By Beth On 07.12.2011 @ 6:52 pm


Straw straw strawberry pie. Triplets and blondes and horses with hey. Straws to drink from, straws to break a camel’s back. Strawberry Strawberry Strawberry Pie.

» Posted By Beth On 07.11.2011 @ 12:40 pm


Average. Cruel. Why are people mean? I’ve been mean before and I hate myself for it. Nasty words and cruel names with sewage-waste mouths of contempt and disgrace. Angry faces and knives in side, twisting them and laughing. People are mean to each other and it tears us apart, Lisa. Tears us apart.

» Posted By Beth On 07.10.2011 @ 6:32 pm

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