Comments Posted By Lizzie
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Down the throat and into the soul, trying to fill an endless hole.
Blurry scenes take the place of feelings as we avoid the unavoidable.
Shatter it all.
» Posted By Lizzie On 05.01.2018 @ 11:15 am
in the pudding?
in the eyes?
how can you tell if it’s true
or falsely accused
I can blink
away my guilt
with one look
» Posted By Lizzie On 11.04.2016 @ 7:38 am
The paper shredded in her hands much too easily, and for just one second she regretted it. Then the sky filled with white confetti and the freedom overtook her. For one, glorious moment, she knew what it was to soar.
» Posted By Lizzie On 11.19.2015 @ 6:04 pm
It was typical, he figured, that the rain storms would start just when he had hauled out the sidewalk chalk. He tried to beat it, but the droplets of water were relentless in their pursuit.
» Posted By Lizzie On 11.17.2015 @ 3:41 pm
She had a laser for a mouth and her hair smelled of singed promises.
» Posted By Lizzie On 08.31.2015 @ 7:17 pm
People often offer things to others to show generousity. It is a symbol of caring and acceptance. when someoen walks into your house for the first time, the host often offers you a refreshment of some sort to show you are accepted in their house.
» Posted By lizzie On 01.22.2015 @ 7:25 am
I was standing in line at the goliath my friends giggling and laughing as the approached closer and closer to the front of the trecherous coasters line. I kept stalling, excuses, excuses, excuses. I was horrified.
» Posted By lizzie On 06.05.2014 @ 6:21 am
The sly cat lurked in the corner of the dark alleyway. It was fierce when it came to stealing food from dumpsters, as it was thin as a fence, yet it was soft and generous when people where around, probably trying to convince them to bring him home.
» Posted By lizzie On 06.04.2014 @ 6:14 am
I was walking out of the mart clutching my hoodie to my chest. The stolen chips and drink crunching against my stomach. I didn’t choose the crime life I like to say it chose me.
» Posted By lizzie On 06.03.2014 @ 6:38 am
It seems that all we have ever known has shattered. but this is not the end, this is your humble beginning. Being shattered is only temporary, I hear they make great glue nowadays.
» Posted By Lizzie On 05.26.2013 @ 1:08 pm
He knows! I shuddered. What can I do? How can I get away? Where can I hide? Frantically searching, I pushed through the hedge into the driveway. Up or down? I made a choice and ran through the punishing downpour, through the flashes of light and into the bus stop for shelter. But, at the end… a great, hulking, dark shape moved steadily, heavily towards me. i screamed.
» Posted By Lizzie On 12.22.2012 @ 9:46 pm
Scatter, scatter, scatter!
My thoughts flick across the surface of my brain, fleeting into nothingness.
I can’t remember any of them and I can’t hold hold onto any.
» Posted By Lizzie On 12.21.2012 @ 2:59 pm
‘Tis the season to be jolly.
I’d better have go then.
Don’t feel like it though.
Fired someone today.
Put my sister’s nose out of joint. Oh, hang on – that wasn’t me. But I’ll get the blame.
But it’s a lovely day and the birds are carolling.
» Posted By Lizzie On 12.20.2012 @ 9:20 pm
something I have no idea about. what every person in college is here for. something so important that it can drive people to do crazy things. still trying to find mine. why do we only get to choose one? I want five. Or one. I dont really care I just need to figure it out. So much pressure on
» Posted By Lizzie On 11.08.2012 @ 7:25 am
of the heart? or those nasty kind that get married people in all kinds of trouble? Or like, getting affairs in order? None are particularly pleasant. getting affairs in order implies you’re going to die. Married people getting in trouble is never a good thing, and affairs of the heart, oh man that’s a WHOLE nother story
» Posted By Lizzie On 09.25.2012 @ 3:15 pm
this saturday which is tomorrow,im going to my family’s reunion in pennsylvania. its gonna be really hot and i wish i was home with my friends instead. my sister is sittitng next to me reading
» Posted By Lizzie On 06.29.2012 @ 8:27 pm
Sleeping in until the sun shines through my blinds onto my face.
Watching cartoons next to my siblings, all three clad in pajamas.
The freedom to roll over and hit “snooze”.
» Posted By Lizzie On 06.29.2012 @ 8:25 pm
away from you and to something new. changing direction, changing my mind. choosing something better. new ness, and the unknown. new prospects. replacement and substitution, caused from disappointment or dissatisfaction. constantly switching, constantly replacing and substituting.
» Posted By lizzie On 06.11.2012 @ 10:30 pm
what a racket, he said. it’s not their fault, i retorted, it’s just how they are and who they are. you’d probably make a racket, well you probably did when you were young. didn’t you? no.
» Posted By Lizzie On 06.10.2012 @ 2:04 pm
I never lead. Then again, I’m not too good at following either. Seems like I’m just not a good team player. Too independent? Too this, too that. Whatever, I don’t like the people anyway.
» Posted By Lizzie On 05.25.2012 @ 5:58 pm
I’m not good at leading. I can lead, but I turn bossy incredibly fast and then no body likes me as a leader. I’m not good at following either though, maybe I’m just not a good team player.
» Posted By Lizzie On 05.25.2012 @ 5:52 pm
the hallowed halls of dartmouth or is it hogwarts? i’m pretty sure it’s hogwarts. is it in an alma mater? i forget why everyone calls halls hallowed. or why hallowed always describes halls. in fact i’m not really sure what hallowed means since i always just associate it with venerable school walls. maybe it means venerable.
» Posted By Lizzie On 05.01.2012 @ 9:29 am
Looking at the pattern on my pillow, I remember all the hours it has been my friend. I’ve cried on it. I’ve dreamed on it. I’ve laughed on it. I’ve cuddled with beloved ones on it. I’ve prayed on it.
Purple and white flowers all the way across.
Never before have I really looked at the pattern.
» Posted By Lizzie On 03.15.2012 @ 7:59 pm
Eating brunch at the cafe by your house.
Saying goodbye over biscuits and hash browns.
I love you more than I can say.
Eating brunch yet trying to leave you.
» Posted By Lizzie On 03.08.2012 @ 3:00 pm
I had a swingset in my back yard with two swings.
One was Red. One was Blue.
Red was a stallion who carried me to faraway lands.
Blue was a rocket-ship who showed me the stars.
I don’t see Red and Blue anymore.
But I’ve learned to take myself away.
And now I create my own stars.
» Posted By Lizzie On 03.06.2012 @ 6:57 pm
I am Indian warrior warrior.
Big chief Indian.
In a teepee.
With my chickadee.
Fight with my enemy.
Big chief Indian.
» Posted By Lizzie On 02.03.2012 @ 3:23 pm
A fireplace. Such a simple thing. But it brings you together with the people you love. Sitting around it, telling stories, with the warm snuggly feeling of the fire slowly warming your face. Whether you’re cuddled up with a blanket and a book or you’re laughing with your family, a fireplace brings back the best of memories and takes you to a different time
» Posted By Lizzie On 12.23.2011 @ 6:53 pm
sometimes i find it hard to relate. like when i’m trying to help someone, but i don’t know how, since i have never been in their shoes.
» Posted By Lizzie On 10.20.2011 @ 9:42 pm
There was a large, gray castle at the edge of the forest. Though she had never been inside a castle before, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t resist slipping inside. What awaited her, she could never expect.
» Posted By Lizzie On 10.20.2011 @ 9:17 am
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