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Monsieur, it’s such a nice day – why are you still in your office anyway? It’s past your work time. So come on out and join us for picnic!
» Posted By Elysia On 07.24.2017 @ 12:44 am
how do we measure it? is it a tangible thing? i know we care for other people’s “welfare” while our own is often disregarded. There is much importance in being selfish. who in gods name thinks about their own welfare?! we pay for other peoples welfare our children’s as well as the poor’s. take just five freaking minutes and think about your own welfare. im talking mental health. wake up and address what you need because it matters. it makes us better at being able to tend to others. seek fulfillment. passion is welfare.
» Posted By Elysia On 04.10.2013 @ 2:45 pm
“If I still have a remaining ten hours to finish, I will not start on it right now,” she said as she licked the ice of her popsicle, her math homework sprawled on the table in its seemingly seething state.
» Posted By elysia On 12.16.2012 @ 6:45 pm
My parents raised me well. They taught me as much as they could so I could make the best decisions in my own life. it doesn’t always work out. I’ve made some pretty sketchy choices. Especially here lately. I know that these choices wouldn’t make them proud. but they also raised me to know that no matter what i do, they still love me.
» Posted By Elysia On 10.18.2012 @ 9:58 pm
Bury yourself in passions.
Sink your bones and etch your skin until your daylight is anew.
Until your daylight is not the streaming light but the sparks that you seek, the sparks that you set
» Posted By elysia On 10.16.2012 @ 2:33 am
There is no fire starting in my heart. There is a fireplace, buried at the depths of my bones. It has snapshots of your hair for coal. And everyday it grows until the smoke seeps through my teeth and I’m afraid it’ll all slip out– like dust and ashes– all those remains of you
» Posted By elysia On 10.16.2012 @ 2:29 am
I see you, all of you, but all is irrelevant. I have slipped into the realm of complete and utter magic. I have drowned in nothing but sounds. I don’t need your babble and your sad anecdotes. I have but the voice of the gun and the sounds of the trees and this is all I need to get by.
» Posted By elysia On 09.09.2012 @ 4:24 am
I had been but the leech of your intellect, the leech of your brilliance. The left over off the spilt cackling zeal. It’s about time I lit up my own torches and brighten my own soul.
» Posted By elysia On 09.05.2012 @ 9:51 am
It’s all in between, she said, all in between. Glass tears by the end, all in between. Through the weather-beaten palms and the scabrous brawn. Glass rills, all in between.
» Posted By elysia On 09.02.2012 @ 12:33 am
They brush by the tips of my fingers, the callouses in between. They scratch my nails and taint my bones. I bend, but I don’t break. On the shelf cradled by the night time’s slumber, they sit still. And by the edge of my wooden thoughts, parchment woven with lead. Darlings, my little darlings. Flimsy little darlings.
» Posted By elysia On 08.31.2012 @ 6:54 am
I fear I may never find mine. I fear it has dwindled away down the wrong century. I fear I had sprouted at the wrong time. I fear I missed that corner. I fear it didn’t miss me at all.
» Posted By elysia On 08.22.2012 @ 8:26 am
She called it a prison where they grow trees. With eyes and ears and bumblebees.
» Posted By elysia On 08.14.2012 @ 9:29 am
I wasn’t searching for yours
I was searching for
Because there are thorns where I want my roses to be
Or perhaps there are a few that i don’t see
» Posted By elysia On 08.11.2012 @ 11:35 pm
You should know, my dear, that those aren’t the graceless slips of the tongue. You, are, in all honesty, just a troublesome mix of pretentious sentences and dull wit. If I ate your words and threw up by the bushes, it would sprout out batshite. My dear, my dear.
» Posted By elysia On 08.11.2012 @ 7:35 am
I want to eat up your words and throw up into a bush and just watch batshit sprout out of the seams. Because that is exactly what all your sentences will amount to, a clump of regurgitated half promises and half assed pleading
» Posted By elysia On 08.11.2012 @ 7:24 am
It’s too sad, the way you are. Every time you open the door for me, it’s a heart that closes behind. Half in everything you do, half in everything you say. At least have the decency to tell me whenever you feel like leaving the dishes behind. It’s the rinsing off the soap off my eye that gets me. More than the shattered glass.
» Posted By elysia On 08.09.2012 @ 7:03 pm
“Ass! Salt!” He yelled and ran around, a flailing mix of mischief and ignorance. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she said, hair disarray. “Ass! Salt!” He fled once more. “No, it wasn’t—” “Ass! Salt!” And he left.
» Posted By elysia On 08.08.2012 @ 12:35 am
My bones are dry, and I just want your breath to envelop my flesh. Like cotton blankets. Winter blankets.
But the cold, it’s a 3 second seep through the fur. And you’re there, but gone away through the tiny breaks.
» Posted By elysia On 08.07.2012 @ 3:33 am
Dusty chandeliers. Ignition of the clockwork soul. It was a leap of fate, not faith. Cluttered bones, flimsy quaint joints; she said she’d rather not.
» Posted By elysia On 08.05.2012 @ 5:55 pm
It’s almost too quick, almost too slow. Eyelashes down and the cracked grin. Drilled holes upon her rosy cheeks.
Immortalized in polaroid cages. She can never take it back.
» Posted By elysia On 08.03.2012 @ 10:00 am
he was blind; the man, and yet he asked me to describe the cathedral. i hadnt it in my imaginative capacities to do so. i drew it, with his hand balancing on mine, he saw it. i saw it too.
» Posted By Elysia On 06.15.2012 @ 1:01 am
dazzling. the apples on the trees shimmered in the summer breeze. momma always made jonathan and me pies with these golden apples. sweet and sticky in my mouth. cloying. we always knew when the seasons changed when the leaves on the trees began switching colors.
» Posted By Elysia On 06.12.2012 @ 12:42 am
Its so squishy. It has many holes in its body. Yet with that deformity it still has to power to soak up anything that you throw at it . You can squeeze the life out of it and yet when you let go it acts as if nothing ever happened. It just goes on with its life.
» Posted By Elysia On 09.01.2011 @ 11:32 am
So today i woke up really late. I slept until noonish. I wish i could still be asleep because my body is in pain . I wish i had the energy to go take a shower. That sounds really good right now. The hermit crabs have been quiet these past few days
» Posted By Elysia On 09.01.2011 @ 11:31 am
Something you give what you define as art. The inspiration of what to give out onto a creation that allows you create. Artist’s best friend.
» Posted By Elysia On 08.08.2011 @ 2:42 am
I wondered slowly, above the twinkle of the sands, and the prickle of the heat, how much I could say. I wondered silently, the feel of grains slipping through my nails, the breeze knocking my hair disarray.
» Posted By elysia On 06.17.2011 @ 10:49 pm
the pirate, with his deadly bandana, watched as the sun set on the blue horizon. his crew had always followed him loyally, but they were not what was on his mind that night. his one and only friend when he was a child had given him this bandana.
» Posted By Elysia On 05.02.2011 @ 2:23 pm
big muscle guy lifting up 1000 pounds eating milkshakes and smoothies all the girls want to feel his arms. able to stanup to anything
» Posted By Elysia On 04.05.2011 @ 5:39 pm
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the air around us was raw whipping every which direction until we could not see in front of us. We struggled on into the night, fighting against the raw hunger that ached in our bellies and tugged at our wits. We stumbled and be
» Posted By elysia On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am