Comments Posted By Ingrid

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everything

Everything I know is wrong. Everything I thought I knew is so much more nuanced, variable, up to social interpretation and meaning. But everything is also fine. I’m trying to stay positive, to stay in the everything.

» Posted By Ingrid On 08.07.2017 @ 2:46 pm

academic

i study in academic school

» Posted By ingrid On 04.15.2016 @ 8:52 am

attack

The attack of the yellow lanterns went well. They attacked on mass and at dawn to have the greatest cover. The faces on the lanterns had been camouflaged to protect the lantern identities.

» Posted By Ingrid On 04.10.2016 @ 7:20 pm

engaged

Engaged. Such a funny word. It meant married, but not yet. Unified, but not yet. Just planning to.
If you think about it, everyone is engaged. Well, almost everyone. Most of us plan to get married. So we’re all engaged. We just don’t know who we’re engaged to.

» Posted By Ingrid On 06.20.2015 @ 10:19 am

hover

does the flower consent to the bee’s constant hovering? does it tire of that insect’s flapping wings? did you ask before you became my guardian? your wings are much too loud.

» Posted By ingrid On 03.31.2015 @ 6:20 am

salesman

Salesman. Aren’t we all salesmen? Trying to sell the best image of ourselves for jobs, for spouses, for our parents. Making elevator pitches in our best clothes. Tell me about yourself in 140 characters or less.

» Posted By Ingrid On 03.20.2015 @ 10:42 am

undone

Come undone. Come undone. It’s a phrase I’ve heard in lyrics and TV dialogue- to come undone is to let it all hang out, to let it all go. An unraveling. It sounds like something I shouldn’t do though. Gotta keep it together. Gotta keep cool. Got to get stuff done. But maybe it’s OK sometimes. Maybe not here. But.

» Posted By Ingrid On 03.17.2015 @ 10:05 pm

controller

I reached for the playstation controller resting on the fuzzy blue carpet of my brother’s room. He was in the bathroom. Maybe he’d be in there for thirty more seconds, had to wipe his ass, wash his hands, then finally he’d be done.

» Posted By Ingrid On 03.16.2015 @ 9:19 pm

watchtower

The old woman sat on a wooden bench that was nearly as knotted as her worn fingers. She gazed down on the garden from her watchtower with eyes that could have made the buds breaking through the soil retreat into the soggy darkness.

» Posted By Ingrid On 06.12.2014 @ 10:04 pm

gamer

I used to date a gamer. He would leave me, still warm from our departing embrace, for the frigid, stale air of his basement and the clammy controls of the Game Boy.

» Posted By Ingrid On 06.01.2014 @ 7:36 pm

unknown

My feelings for him were unknown. I loved him but at the same time I couldn’t feel free by his side. I needed to spread my wings and break away from that ordinary life. So I left everything behind and started a new journey.

» Posted By Ingrid On 05.19.2014 @ 7:39 pm

freezer

The top of my sister’s wedding cake is still frozen in our freezer. It has a large piece cut out because eventually my family decided we should cave in and eat it.

» Posted By Ingrid On 01.08.2014 @ 9:15 am

tornado

I jjust look to a tornado today it was really scary because it was so big and powerful. Those crased things around me made me feel depressed

» Posted By ingrid On 03.27.2013 @ 7:19 pm

plays

The child plays in the sun enjoying the rays that warm her from within. She is alone; sometimes lonely and often not. She climbs trees and her giggles echo as if they are rolling of crystal chimes.

» Posted By Ingrid On 02.10.2013 @ 1:38 pm

clamp

I think of the clips i use for my bows that I make. Well they’re very sturdy. I like them because they don’t slip out of your hiar and well they’re called alligator clips but they’re not like the electrical alligator clips, they’r for your hair obviously.

» Posted By Ingrid On 12.25.2011 @ 12:28 am

artistry

artistry what the hell? such a random word. as such art should be. random. out of nowhere. it should just be art. be beautiful, cool, creative, just what it is. no thought. i want to do this become artistic. use colors and crafts and make something artistic

» Posted By ingrid On 10.27.2011 @ 2:07 am

pressed

sigh. smashed. squished. i feel pressed between two hot plates, two irons, two dark giant metal walls crushing me inward.

the only thing to do is breathe deeply and go with it. let it happen.

relax into my own pressing.

» Posted By ingrid On 09.25.2011 @ 2:32 pm

deer

nice little deer, you’re so beautiful. i see you everyday, walking and being free. i wish i was like you someday. i envy your freedom, cuz i know i’ll never be that way. so lucy, so lucky you are.

» Posted By ingrid On 08.19.2011 @ 9:22 am

thunder

Thunder is a loud sea of crashing and tumbling in the heavens. It’s tumtulous rumbles have a comforting place in my heart. The sound of thunder reminds me of home.

» Posted By Ingrid On 07.27.2011 @ 9:38 am

Thunder is terrifying to some people. I, or some reason, enjoy the sounds. It feels like I’m being swallowed by some sort of large sea mammal. my pet rabbit hates thunder. Probably for the same reason I like it.

» Posted By Ingrid On 07.27.2011 @ 9:35 am

lightning

yes!!!* it’s crackling all around me now! the rain is pouring, the thunder is storming. everything around me is covered in white haze, surreal grey. the sound is echoing white noise into nothingness. the trees are bending and greening.

and so am i.

(*what an amazing synchronicity that the word is “lightning” while i’m literally in the middle of an amazing storm. i love oneword.)

» Posted By ingrid On 07.25.2011 @ 2:39 pm

antlers

moose walked in the wood got his antlers stuck in the trees died trying to get free by breaking his neck go and cut the antlers off his head and hang them

» Posted By ingrid On 06.25.2011 @ 5:26 pm

wonder

i wonder what my life is going to be when im 35
will i have a job, a happy family?
and who will i be with?
sometimes i just wonder too much and cant focus on the present…
but then im also scared of not being able to wonder.

» Posted By Ingrid On 06.17.2011 @ 8:35 pm

ego

Your ego is through the roof.
I tell you this daily.
But you don’t agree with me.
You need to chill, cause not everyone cares what you’re wearing.
They care about what’s inside.
They do, really.
Stop caring.
Put that ego down the drain!

» Posted By Ingrid On 04.01.2011 @ 5:27 pm

purpose

The purpose in life is to live however you can and accomplish everything to your heart’s desire. The purpose of love is to be amazed with someone and everything they are for no reason other than they are perfect to you. The purpose of your dreams is to follow you heart.

» Posted By Ingrid On 03.31.2011 @ 3:06 pm

trusted

I trusted everything the sky; the light, the dark, the clouds. I trusted the sky to surround me and fill me with joy. A blanket of protection, the sky stayed and became part of my every dream.

» Posted By Ingrid On 03.30.2011 @ 12:39 pm

wondered

i have wondered who i am, why i’m here, how to realize my ultimate purpose.

wondering is wonder-ful! to guess, question, explore, think about, learn, discover…it’s incredible to wonder.

i wonder who you are?

i wonder if we’ll ever meet?

» Posted By ingrid On 03.09.2011 @ 4:54 pm

invent

I wish I could invent something useful and beautiful. It doesn’t have to be something tangible… I could invent a philosophy or a religion. If I were to invent an object it would be a brush with shampoo in it. So useful.

» Posted By Ingrid On 02.18.2011 @ 3:01 pm

wool

Ull. Ull som myke bomullskyer. Jeg lar hånda gli gjennom ulla, ulla som en gang har varmet en sau som har løpt rundt og beita på grønne jorder. Jeg blir trist av tanken, og håper den har fått ny ull nå. Ellers ville jeg gitt den tilbake om jeg kunne. Jeg ser opp på skyene og tenker at de er små ulldotter de også,

» Posted By Ingrid On 02.17.2011 @ 7:18 am

whim

Whimsical, the word is whimsical. Story of my life as Ingrid. What shall I do today? Book, dance, write, clean, love?

» Posted By Ingrid On 01.15.2011 @ 10:15 am

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