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The thoughts inside my head. The dishes when they are dirty. The feelings that bounce around inside like soft balls or old dogs barking because you can’t let them out. The words inside your mind that loll behind your tongue so you bite your teeth together.

» Posted By Stacy On 03.04.2017 @ 11:29 pm


I think of a ballerina gracefully waltzing across the stage. A ballerina with a part in Swan Lake or the Nut Cracker. Flowing, gliding, floating.

» Posted By stacy On 07.21.2016 @ 8:40 am


stacy ellis

» Posted By stacy On 12.01.2015 @ 9:22 am


Olive is a beautiful girl who lives in Israel. She is from a family that has raised olive trees for hundreds of years. They grow olives for olive oil. The oil is shipped all over the world. Olive enjoys working with her family and learning about different types of olives.

» Posted By Stacy On 12.31.2014 @ 12:13 am


Get ahead. That’s what life is about, right? Getting ahead. Always having the upper hand on somebody else. They push you and push you and push you. Well they always forget to tell you that in the end, somebody will always be better than you. Ahead.

» Posted By Stacy On 01.25.2013 @ 9:43 pm


I sweep the floor but there is always something else to sweep away. I guess there is beauty in this. That God will always give us a new purpose even when we think we are finished.

» Posted By Stacy On 01.16.2013 @ 12:34 pm


i haven’t cried in awhile. it feels like the last time i did it was when my grandma was ill, but i’m pretty sure i have plenty of times before that. i just remember crying a lot after she had a stroke. almost every night. it would hit me like a wave of sadness. whenever i was in the car, or when i was walking the hallways at school. i’d be fine one minute then the next i was sobbing like a baby. i’d never forget the rush of emotions i felt

» Posted By stacy On 01.12.2013 @ 10:23 am


half of my life has gone by. I sit here in this dank coffee house, wondering where I have been. Where all my loves have gone, and where my own heart is now. I flip the pages of a browned book, the corners rubbed round from over use. I can smell her next to me.

» Posted By Stacy On 08.22.2012 @ 11:21 pm


Two old men were playing tennis at a local country club. In walks two younger women, like, women in their twenties. They were young and beautiful but the old men prefered to go witht the older women because wisdom and personality outsine beauty no matter what. The old men and the old women lived happily ever after, playing rackball at the country club, sipping lemonade, and lauging to gether at the local country club. The moral of the story? Beauty isn’t everything.

» Posted By Stacy On 06.10.2012 @ 7:10 pm


Fun to chat with new people. You get to know a lot. It gets you out of your small world and broadens it some. Chat can also become dangerous if you dont keep limits to things like private information.

» Posted By Stacy On 06.08.2012 @ 8:26 pm


Transform, the world is yours to change and the transformation is up to you. It is the ability to change a thing from one form to another. Transform your life for the better.

» Posted By Stacy On 05.27.2012 @ 5:48 pm


A difficult place for women. Some what hard to decide what professional avenue to take with so little options and opionons of women in the professional world. Dress nice. Be politely powerful. Seem generous. Be everything everyone else wants you to be. don’t be you. that is exactly how i feel about every professional person i’ve met in the car dealership. sad. but yet so true.

» Posted By Stacy On 03.05.2012 @ 4:40 pm


A clue is something you get that points you in the direction of solving a problem. The game Clue come to mind that I used to play with my cousins. An investigator trying to solve a crime would look for clues.

Some examples:

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» Posted By Stacy On 02.15.2012 @ 7:42 am


four wheels
carry things
plastic wheels or metal wheels
radio flyer

» Posted By Stacy On 02.02.2012 @ 8:00 am


always appear when I have a huge transition in my life in my dreams. They terrify me, and I only cross them after I complete my task at hand.

» Posted By Stacy On 12.31.2011 @ 6:21 am


I was distracted by the water droplets racing down the window panes. The sunlight had been gone for a while, but these drops seemed content with the notion of another day of grey. Who needs sunlight to be happy anyway? They connected, carrying themselves farther down the glass, gravity taking its course as my gaze was weighted with it.

» Posted By Stacy On 09.24.2011 @ 8:42 pm


Crouch. Crouch behind what? Crouch to hide? Crouch to escape? I find so much meaning in such a simple word. Maybe it’s because I crouch behind metaphorical things daily.

» Posted By Stacy On 09.20.2011 @ 5:34 pm


Celebrate life. If I were to celebrate every instance and aspect of life, I would. I’m unable to. I find it difficult. How does someone find every single moment enjoyable? How does someone completely grasp life in such a manner? Is it possible? Can I achieve that? Can you? Selective celebration is my means of celebrating life.

» Posted By Stacy On 09.19.2011 @ 7:56 pm


A blank page, a new horizon. One simple white expanse, what to do with it, where to take it, where it will lead is still unknown. One moment will change its entire future, one stroke and it will never be the same again.

» Posted By Stacy On 08.07.2011 @ 9:28 pm


I’m stuck. I am no one’s muse. I have no muse at this moment in my life. The closest thing I can think of as my inspiration to this life is my husband. The most hard working, rugged individual I know. He inspires me to be better . . . he is my current muse.

» Posted By Stacy On 07.29.2011 @ 7:34 pm


The color of her eyes was unique like a flower growing in field – untamed and wild. Her eyes were violet and lovely.She loved the smell of fresh baked cookies and new cars.

» Posted By Stacy On 07.21.2011 @ 5:05 pm


stick are made from trees and trees come from the forest. the forest is full of beautiful fairies and unicorns too. you can find the best forests in narnia. you only have to go through the wardrobe. make sure to bring some water and sunscreen. those are important things often overlooked.

» Posted By Stacy On 07.17.2011 @ 9:36 pm


Life is one big pile of steaming chores. Kids and a workaholic husband make that way. I’m the one that’s home, I’m the one who cleans of the piles. Mmm, steamy. Dishes, laundry, general clean up.

What I would give for a maid. Haha! Maybe someday.

» Posted By Stacy On 07.08.2011 @ 9:55 pm

Daily. That is my life. Kids and a husband make it that way. I’m at home, and my kids are young . . . laundry, dishes and daily cleaning. Chores, its my life.

I would give a lot of money to have someone do it for me . . . money that I don’t really have right now. Maybe someday in the future.

» Posted By Stacy On 07.08.2011 @ 9:51 pm


Crushes are hard to deal with but they are a part of life. Fuck crushes, man. You like a guy and you don’t know if he likes you back so you don’t say anything and then turns out that bastard likes you too but you’ve been friends for so long that if you wanted to be in a relationship with him it would be totally strange? According to him…

» Posted By stacy On 06.28.2011 @ 8:48 pm


I’ve been to many different funerals. Overall, I could probably count over 25. I’ve seen family, friends, and strangers, and somehow, I feel indifferent to all of them. Is this the end of their life, or the beginning? I hope it’s the beginning.

» Posted By Stacy On 06.12.2011 @ 9:54 am


When I wake up after a night of heavy drinking and i can’t for the life of me remember what I did. That is the craziest feeling ever. Forgetting. Maybe I meant to forget it. Maybe, or I just over did it…again.

» Posted By stacy On 06.08.2011 @ 9:27 am


hiking through the mountains. Camping at a remote campsite. Filled with food, journal, water bottle. Dora the explorer – backpack, backpack. Knapsack – why would some call it a knapsack – where did this term come from? From where did this term come? My how my thoughts wander. back to the task at hand…backpack. Flying on a plane, carry on baggage

» Posted By Stacy On 06.01.2011 @ 7:15 pm


i remember when my jparents didn’t think i was the worst kid. I used to be the best and the favorite… but now unfortunately i’m at the bottom of the totem pole and there is really nothing i can do about it. i wish i was still that perfect child but as i grow older pleasing my parents is no longer the number one thing on my mind.

» Posted By Stacy On 05.31.2011 @ 10:26 am


cats, dogs, animals, workers.
are we domesticated, lol
domestic abuse comes to mind. this is rampant in today’s society

» Posted By Stacy On 05.20.2011 @ 6:32 pm

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