Comments Posted By Libby
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Welcome is to make one feel valued. I feel welcome when someone invites me in to their personal world. Be it through sharing information, a story or teaching an activity. It is important to feel welcome in life. It is one of the most important elements of community.
» Posted By Libby On 02.20.2016 @ 1:34 am
the proof is in the pudding! dont spit out random facts without the proof to back it up. also do not verbally attack people because of rumors you heard about them without any proof? dont be an indecent human being. how hard is it to be kind to others? no that hard. just respect them.
» Posted By libby On 07.28.2015 @ 9:50 pm
you peel a banana and it is left totally exposed. its outer shell used to protect it is now gone. maybe a bruise is on the fruit, but you still eat it anyways. i think that’s beautiful
» Posted By libby On 07.27.2015 @ 9:52 pm
when you peel a banana and the fruit is just totally exposed. nothing to hide you can see all its bruises. but sometimes even when the banana has bruises, you still eat it. you want that banana. you peeled away its outer skin to show its flaws. but you want it anyways. thats pretty neat.
» Posted By Libby On 07.27.2015 @ 9:48 pm
Life’s a maze that you have to navigate, you might hit a dead end but you’ve always got to turn around and find another way. There’s always another way!
» Posted By Libby On 07.05.2015 @ 12:26 pm
her mind was occupied with the thoughts of her father. why would he leave her like this, standing in the cold, frightened and alone? all she wanted was her family back. to have something to occupy the empty space in her heart but for some reason, she couldn’t have that. she couldn’t have anything anymore.
» Posted By Libby On 02.26.2014 @ 7:56 pm
He didn’t know if he believed; after all, his mother had been taken from him when he was young, his father was heading the same way, and he didn’t even have any friends to turn to because of what he was. It was horrible to say it, but he was completely alone, and the people that professed to speak for God always said he was unnatural, that he was going to end up in hell because he refused to wear a dress and grow his hair out.
He hated the world, even the people that professed to be on his side, because for every one of them, there were 100 more that wanted to see him in an asylum or dead for who and what he was: a man that had been born a woman. It was quite possibly the worst feeling on the planet.
» Posted By Libby On 07.02.2013 @ 3:05 am
he wasn’t sure whether it was supposed to happen like this or not. Your life flashing before your eyes wasn’t supposed to look like one of those speeding scenes from an action movie.
» Posted By Libby On 06.06.2013 @ 6:41 pm
When I see the collage of modern meets ancient and tradition meets novice. When red, yellow, blue, and gold come together. When all makes sense… I think of America, and that’s ok.
» Posted By Libby On 06.05.2013 @ 11:09 pm
riding in my car, my hula dancer on the dashboard. Windows rolled down, sun shining bright. Jack Johnson on the radio. Smile.
» Posted By Libby On 04.10.2013 @ 9:39 am
Bread. Hot out of the oven. It was perhaps the one smell I cherished the most. Nothing but the smell of a freshly-baked sourdough could bring back my memories of working at the bakery with John. John had definitely become my best friend in those years. Or something close to that.
» Posted By Libby On 03.29.2013 @ 2:36 pm
hey i like you
hey do you hate me
» Posted By libby On 03.11.2013 @ 9:44 am
I choose to follow God and his will for me. I know that the choices I make will determine the quality of my life. I choose to keep focused on God no matter what my circumstances are. Good or bad God will be what I choose.
» Posted By Libby On 01.17.2013 @ 8:53 pm
Now. A word that is a cue to do so many things. To say the words you have wanted to for years, plunge into the water you have been dreaming of swimming in for hours, or just say, “Now, its time to relax.” It’s a trigger for the guns that are our bodies. We have lightning fast actions and thoughts, and they all happen from hearing just one syllable.
» Posted By Libby On 12.26.2012 @ 8:08 pm
myself and yourself
coming together to make themselves
wheni crash with you
(oh god how i wish,
that this would happen)
and we would make a
instead of a you, and a me,
two separate entities.
» Posted By Libby On 11.08.2012 @ 12:47 pm
Wiggley, hurting , cared for, expensive, are teeth. His are falling while, Hers are fake and will never fall. Mine are mine.
» Posted By Libby On 10.21.2012 @ 7:11 pm
The scenes flashed past the window as the train relentlessly carried her toward her doom. First her beloved seaside scene gave way to intensely green trees and fields, populated by fat sheep, then the trees thickened into a wood and quite settled within the train. She waited.
Then she felt tense and her skin became clammy with fear as the trees gradually fell away to the reveal flat, red earth with rickety fences and underfed cattle. Her claustrophobia tightened. No water. Nothing green growing. Not even sand… just the hot, backed earth and sparse yellow grasses as far as the eye could see.
She began to cry quietly.
» Posted By Libby On 10.06.2012 @ 1:46 am
When I woke up, all I could see were the walls. Not just 4, like a normal room. There were hundreds surrounding me. It was the biggest room I’d ever seen. I was in there alone. I was petrified. On one wall, I spotted a door. I automatically ran towards this wall but it kept getting further and further away. Then a thought hit me, that scared me beyond belief. I was going to die here. Alone. Surrounded by the walls.
» Posted By Libby On 10.05.2012 @ 7:46 am
combine is to take two things and combine them together adding both of the things to make one mixing both of the things up
» Posted By Libby On 10.02.2012 @ 1:20 pm
signs are a way of communicating. they communicate many things, such as; road rules, emotions, businesses, products, etc.
signs are a universal form of communication, used throughout many cultures and countries.
» Posted By Libby On 10.02.2012 @ 4:39 am
So many words, so many letters, names and instructions, swirling around in front of him into some kind of unholy soup of black ink. He’s frightened, trapped in the ballot box with nowhere to run to and everything to run from. He is unable to leave without voting, he must vote. He’s not allowed not to, his government won’t let him, but in spite of all the reasons he must, he just can’t make sense of the marks on the paper.
His dyslexia cripples him.
» Posted By Libby On 09.30.2012 @ 6:01 pm
i like to breathe. it keeps me alive. breathing keeps me calm. it changes with my moods. i like to be conscious of it. yoga is awesome. breathing makes me happy. keeps me happy. and healthy. and living. breath is a miracle. i love because i breathe.
» Posted By libby On 09.27.2012 @ 4:14 pm
It wasn’t that she had told an untruth. No. And it wasn’t that she had stood before her peers, those who believed they knew her to be a pure and honest beacon, and lied. No, indeed. The guilt, the sickening guilt, came from her father, who knew of her lie. In whose good opinion she was now blackened.
No trial could be greater for her, no mountain higher, than the loss of her father’s love.
» Posted By Libby On 09.21.2012 @ 7:57 pm
The letter was indeed as damning as he had been lead to believe, but as it concerned his son, the old man turned a kind of wilful blindness to it. He knew that it distressed his wife to see him denying what their child had become, and his daughter disapproved of both his behaviour and her brothers, but even their feelings could not persuade him to take the necessary steps to control his boy.
He could not bring himself to hate his only son and so he took the knife and blinded his common sense.
» Posted By Libby On 09.15.2012 @ 11:50 pm
The trees of steel and glass stretch up into the sky, penetrating the clouds and disrupting the path of aeroplanes… or, at least, that is what he thinks they must surely do, because he has never seen anything as enormous as these shiny, transparent towers. They dominate the city in a way a country boy could not understand and intrigue him in a way nothing has ever done before.
They are like human ant farms, the boy thinks.
» Posted By Libby On 09.11.2012 @ 8:51 pm
There was nothing binding about their friendship. There was nothing constant, or frequent, nothing that obliged her to be there when her friend wanted or required her to come when her friend called. No promises of eternal love had been made, or were ever likely to be… and yet… and yet, she could never fail her friend. The mere thought brought bile to her throat.
Perhaps they didn’t need to be welded together with passionate exclamations of their attachment. Perhaps from the first time they saw each other, they were simply bound.
» Posted By Libby On 09.10.2012 @ 6:11 pm
Everywhere he went, the presence of bubbles indicated he should be cautious when approaching. No place required this caution more than his sister’s spa. The nastiest, smelliest fish could be found there most afternoons, lazing about in the sunshine. His sister called the fish ‘Robbie’, but he was certain such a vile creature had no name. Every time his sister got close, the fish began to eat her face. He had tried to save her, but the fish just pushed him away. All he wanted was his sister back! He hated the nasty spa fish.
» Posted By Libby On 09.09.2012 @ 8:40 pm
My headphones roared with the sounds of beyonce’s tunes. I loved to listen to different music. Each noise made my mind bustle with different thoughts of different memories.
» Posted By Libby On 09.08.2012 @ 5:45 pm
The mother octopus flexes her tentacles, reaching out from the small cave she had chosen into the open sea. She unfurls her limbs, letting them swish gently in the current.
Then she feels a movement, and quick as lightning she is back in her cave, tense and waiting.
» Posted By Libby On 09.07.2012 @ 8:59 pm
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He couldn’t quite manage to sustain the fear. Of course, unexpectedly having things appear in front of him was surprising, but the haunted house was just not scary enough for him to even pretend to quiver in fright. Severed heads had never bothered him, skeletons were commonplace in his line of work and clowns just never did if for him, despite their oversized shoes (which should frighten anyone).
His psychologist turned to him and he shook his head. Not this time either.
» Posted By Libby On 09.05.2012 @ 3:26 am