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Would the world be open
If we let all our thoughts go
Into the realm we know and come to love
Are those mindless thoughts we have of others
Truly what we mean to let go

What if it breaks
What if the words are not to be
And what if our people see that we are naught but trouble
What words witheld across the ages
Will never cease to be

» Posted By Lyn On 10.30.2017 @ 6:11 am


Towards what end we shall be
In this path to carry on
Endless thoughts to fester in our minds
Of what we will do, what we ought to do
Sooner than naught we will see
Perhaps before our passing day
What we have done for this
Celebration we have made
All our preparation
Thus surely show.

» Posted By Lyn On 10.28.2017 @ 7:47 pm


An smell that takes me back to my grandmothers kitchen or her bedroom – the smell that makes me feel safe and secure – loved. The scent of flowers makes me feel luxury and pampered.

» Posted By Lyn On 12.31.2015 @ 8:37 am


He watched the weed tumble across his pasture, spreading a thousand seeds in the freshly mowed grass with every roll. Would he ever get this old, neglected pasture back in shape?

» Posted By Lyn On 06.18.2013 @ 10:02 pm


Lets fill this barren land. With paint, with color, planets, smoke, and food. Bring down the stars and fill it up. Just fill it till it’s overflowing and resonates in the very air we breath. Our own pocket of the world.

» Posted By Lyn On 05.31.2013 @ 8:20 pm


I guess I’m showing my age when I would like to see a little more shoulder and a little less cleavage. I can’t think of anything more seductive than the tease of an off the shoulder style, ruffled in a peasant blouse or a bright gypsy dress, nor anything more elegant than a Grecian-styled one-shoulder gown.

I like today’s tight jeans and sexy heels, and a bit of bare midriff below a tailored blouse and a trim waistband is flirtatious without exposing too much above nor too much below the waistband.

However, baring the entire shoulder down to the maximum skin permissible outside a topless beach is neither seductive, elegant, nor flirtatious. It is attention seeking in the most obvious way. I am obviously not of the “if you’ve got it, flaunt it!” school of thought.

And, since when are bra straps showing outside tank and T-tops appealing? I admit that my fashion icon is Audrey Hepburn, and First Lady Michelle Obama has offered a classy fashion endorsement to bare arms and elegantly exposed shoulders. Let’s have more of “Less is More” fashion tends, and leave vulgarity unsold in the stores!

» Posted By Lyn On 05.15.2013 @ 11:05 am


she grasped for breath.
“am i drowning?”
her nose was burning from the salt water of the pool.
she heard the children’s muffled laughter underwater.
“how is this happening?”

» Posted By Lyn On 02.19.2013 @ 5:34 pm

i grasped at my phone not really knowing what to expect.
is this something that could potentially change my life?
thoughts from positive to negative have criss crossed my mind.
what shall take off from here?
Life is a funny thing.
let’s just live.

» Posted By Lyn On 02.19.2013 @ 5:32 pm

i grasped at my phone not really knowing what to expect.
is this something that could potentially change my life?
thoughts from positive to negative have criss crossed my mind.
what shall take off from here?
Life is a funny thing.
let’s just live.

» Posted By Lyn On 02.19.2013 @ 5:32 pm


Temper, temper! This was said by Scar in Lion King. The very first scene I think, actually the second. Said to Mufasa when Mufasa was angry at him for missing the ceremony that morning, in which Simba is presented.

» Posted By Lyn On 03.25.2012 @ 9:32 pm


She took the lantern and went out into the inky night to search for the source of the eerie sound that had disturbed her concentration.

» Posted By Lyn On 03.01.2012 @ 1:37 pm


I just had a conversation with a coworker who told me that his family held a TopChefesque competition over the holidays. His daughter then blogged about it, and posted amazing photos of the delicacies the family members prepared. The desserts were particularly inspiring.

» Posted By Lyn On 12.28.2011 @ 9:05 am


Windowboxes on every house on the avenue, filled with whites and pinks and reds. Trees up and down the street as well, turning fiery from autumnal colouring. Everything was prim and proper and well-kept, a sign of a place that people took pride in.

» Posted By Lyn On 09.01.2011 @ 12:39 am


Getting from one place to another by any means possible. Or I guess to move goods/people/pets from one place to another.

» Posted By Lyn On 08.21.2011 @ 2:28 am


boiling. the water. she had completely forgot about the sauce that was sitting on the stove, she tried to wrap up the conversation, to move on and get home to check on the pot. surely by now the cheese sauce was all over the counter. thick black ooze everywhere. it would take her days to clean it. scrubbing and scratching off the mess. it would be the kind of cleaning where her fingers would shrivel and her nails would fall off.

» Posted By lyn On 08.02.2011 @ 2:20 pm


Maroon was the one color he could not stand. It all went back to what happened that day. The way the deep color pooled around his mother’s body was frightening and exciting at the same time and he hated that. From that day on, he swore off the color as evil and disgusting.

» Posted By Lyn On 07.07.2011 @ 2:48 pm


What is there to do in a pond? Wade… Just like ducks who nonchalantly relax in the water.

» Posted By Lyn On 06.30.2011 @ 6:25 am



» Posted By lyn On 04.27.2011 @ 12:43 pm


It felt like a cannon had gone off and hit my heart. The initial shock of the heartbreak that i felt was devestating. I needed him, i needed the pure idea of him.

» Posted By Lyn On 12.20.2010 @ 10:06 am


synchronized and parallel
here we stand almost identical
as our bodies pose vertically
matching in weather
whether externally or internally
it’s at this moment
our beings pair peacefully

» Posted By Lyn On 06.16.2010 @ 8:03 pm


As I stare out this train’s window, I see my old park down the block along with the other houses I once lived in. At every stop, I see my city. I see apart of me. I see who I used to be, as my memories recollect and I begin to reminisce. It’s at this moment, at this hour I allow myself to relive the being I was.

» Posted By Lyn On 06.01.2010 @ 1:07 am


the presence of my thoughts wrapped up in my mind serves as a prologue to (my) creations.

» Posted By Lyn On 05.30.2010 @ 1:34 am


I would like to make a new favorite level of sorts. Why do we need to know what the walrus never envies?

» Posted By Lyn On 05.01.2009 @ 11:56 am


a term used when you want to delete a bad or vulgar word %^%^$^$^()))__

» Posted By lyn On 09.05.2009 @ 8:12 pm


my hands in his, and the trembling, the sweaty palms, the sweet taste of first love, hold it in your memory, knowing that it’s better to have had loved than never love before. held my attention, held my gaze, held my heart. i love you.

» Posted By lyn On 11.25.2008 @ 7:07 am


It was a shallow river going downstream when the bird landed near it.You could hear the river as it flowed and the ripples were small.

» Posted By Lyn On 07.30.2009 @ 8:04 am


“Path me the bottle,” Paul said. His lisp was irritating when we first met but now it was his signature. Everyone knew who you were talking about when you said, “You know Paul! The one with the lisp.” That and his alcoholic tendencies were a pretty large part of his reputation. If they didn’t know him by his lisp, they surely would know him by his keggers or close calls with the police. When I told Paul I thought he should consider a rehabilitation program he never spoke to me again.

» Posted By Lyn On 10.22.2008 @ 7:17 pm


He kept asking me why I couldn’t sit still. He didn’t know that I’d just had an abortion the week before and he was the last person I was with.

» Posted By Lyn On 08.17.2008 @ 9:36 pm


oh my favourite, i know so much of our lived experience has this as its underpin eventhough we deny it. I cant wait to live liberated from lessons of the past

» Posted By lyn On 05.30.2008 @ 6:42 am


i read a book about the making of birdhouses in fourth grade, our teacher mr fuller would let us stand on our desks to tell the class about our discoverys

» Posted By lyn On 12.29.2009 @ 10:07 am

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