• lizamajig commented on the post, disregard 7 years, 4 months ago

    His blatant hatred for me, the torture and the scars will stay burned in my mind forever. To change someone’s life, to prevent their life, he did this and he will never pay. At the end of it all there is no […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, tasting 7 years, 4 months ago

    I can taste the fear, anxiety and even some excitement. It’s there tearing my lungs fresh from my chest. Pulling my mstomach in different directions. It takes my breath, my essence. This is the new chapter.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, gladiator 7 years, 5 months ago

    With my shoulder aching I swing, and swing and swing, clearing a path. There is just a mass of brush in front of me, no light, no clearing but the sword cuts through it all. I am strong and breathing. One day the […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, sound 7 years, 5 months ago

    The din of the crown fades into the distance as I lower my foot on the pedal. The roar of the engine takes over and there is peace in my mind away from it all. My own laugh rises from my throat and startles me.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, capture 7 years, 5 months ago

    Bound, that’s how I felt. I felt bound. My heart beat almost out of my chest as he closed the door behind him. We were on the wrong side of the house for anybody to help me. There was nothing to do. My face […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, chief 7 years, 7 months ago

    It’s what we all want to be, right? We all want to lead the way, do something different, be somebody. Then it slips away.Slowly in the beginning, you don’t see it happening. There’s the initial feeling of “I […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, epic 7 years, 7 months ago

    The blood flowed from the tip of his sword. In fat, red drops they hit they scarlet soaked ground. All around lay corpses and shells of men; those who had fought and failed, those who had given everything for […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, epic 7 years, 7 months ago

    The blood flowed from the tip of his sword. In fat, bloody drops they hit they scarlet soaked ground. All around lay corpses and shells of men; those who had fought and failed, those who had given everything for […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, anywhere 7 years, 9 months ago

    Seems so impossible. It’s for everyone else, not me. My path is set, it’s predicable, boring and unrewarding. Sometimes anywhere is limitless. It’s all that could be in life. It’s the warmth of a sun I will never feel, air I will never feel glide on my skin and tastes I will never experience.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, laughter 7 years, 10 months ago

    Oh shit how do I do this when all I feel inside is dread? How do I look normal? Why are they all laughing? Life is goddamn hard and I want to scream in their faces, in their shiney happy faces. It’s not bloody funny. I need you to help me not gurn and chortle […]

  • lizamajig commented on the post, orchestra 7 years, 10 months ago

    Like marionette dolls they trounced and pounced and danced with their instruments. They loved these as extensions of themslves and the crowd loved them for their passion. With white faces, red cheeks and fire in their fingers they were like marionettes.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, assisted 8 years, 2 months ago

    Drool gistened as it slid from the corner of his mouth. He breathed one last breath and then relaxed. Peace came as his whiskers twitched and pupils dilated. This was what he had needed.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, crane 8 years, 2 months ago

    ten..eleven.. twelve. I can count twelve of them from my bedroom as they strike the horizon. Gurning and groaning as they go about their heavy loads. Armed to progress.

  • lizamajig commented on the post, lust 8 years, 2 months ago

    Am I invisibe to you? When the covers drop and the passion fades, are we invisible? Is lust the fuel for our fire? What can we become without the fires burning?