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latitude

Its all about movement. Embodying nature, gravitational intelligence. Our perceptions are not what they seem yet within our inner knowing, there is a wisdom revealing itself. Take up space full body surface area spread your silken skin in all directions. What is there to meet you?

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.18.2014 @ 11:13 pm

backtrack

Poised between belly and spine to spine my breath lingered until the pause awakened new life. Held in the embrace of goodness. Savouring this place my thoughts returned to a time long ago.

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.16.2014 @ 4:49 pm

severe

Couldn’t believe it, not again…. the throbbing, the pain. The undulating waves of madness pervading my mind. Clarity of vision disrurbed calling for action, wasn’t the ordinary. Something definitely was up! Surely there ws something that could be done, perhaps for a moment? Relief

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.15.2014 @ 6:28 am

footprint

Here l stood, contemplating. Another moment passed as an image emerged deep within the earth. She called me forward yet here l stood, contemplating . Another moment passed and l sighed deep relief. I stood here, contemplating as moments became time unreturned. Her breathing quickened as life entered her. Here l stood contemplating.

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.09.2014 @ 4:17 am

fought

Not now, done. Never again. She sighned in disbelief. How could she? The battle raged through fragile pulsating viscera. The one that stood firmly planted, alive in flighted rage and the one who had given up. Hope defeated. A tortured mind whose light had faded through darkened deeds. The fight was over never again. She screamed in disdain. NEVER AGAIN! the footsteps stood frozen and his breath was a thick fog of tabacco and gin. Frozen the sweat damped skin glistening in the moonlight. There was no breath, no murmur of life. The corpse of a spirit once animated in slumber, in a shallow grave of hatred evolving into free radicals united with deathly intent. She stood firmly in life that was pausing, a stillness that strangled fear so deep he sinews quivered in tacky phlegm. All was not well yet she smiled with conviction and no one saw the terror creeping through her eyes as she searched within for a moment of life for faith arising from within her somewhere.

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.06.2014 @ 6:30 am

puppy

i wish i could have him again, for he helped me. his long ears and waggling tail made me forget everything i was trying to put behind me.

» Posted By eleanor On 03.01.2014 @ 2:33 pm

cinematic

I was walking in the hallway when in the the obstruction, Her hands were in your pockets and all I could think about how beautiful she was. How happy you made her. How I might be in love with her.

» Posted By Eleanor On 10.30.2013 @ 9:39 pm

brisk

She wanted him but she didn’t want to want him. She wanted to be held at night. She wanted to be looked at. She didn’t want to deal with the reminders of her own emotional incompetence.

» Posted By Eleanor On 10.28.2013 @ 9:38 pm

dissolve

I dissolved my popsicle in the yard and it fell to pieces on the cement. Quite disturbing a sight it was, yellow melting in the fresh, lush green grass that I nearly cried. My dog then padded over and licked it all up.

» Posted By Eleanor On 05.01.2013 @ 9:13 pm

trench

deep sea and fish getting lost and dying., fish bones and Finding Nemo, also WWI with the trenches on the battlefield and the mustard gas and blood and

» Posted By Eleanor On 04.08.2013 @ 5:34 pm

bleeding

Blood drips, crimson bright across my alabaster skin. I didn’t want this, wasn’t ready yet for what lay beyond, but I knothat every drop spilt brings me a step closer to oblivion.

» Posted By eleanor On 02.27.2013 @ 1:50 am

startled

I jumped back, startled. How had it gotten there? It wasn’t there this morning, and yet, I return home from work to find it sat, with menace in its eyes, in my bath. I hate spiders.

» Posted By eleanor On 02.26.2013 @ 1:48 am

lord

Good lord I haven’t used a capital letter…does that mean I don’t believe in you, or am I just careless? Well, you should know. Oops, did I just give it away? Am I speaking to you or am I speaking to space, air, skin flakes and photons made by some…some…something bigger than me. You have little things in your head sometimes and this time I think it’s you that’s in my head. You know that white noise, lightning stuff behind your eyes? I think it must be the remnants of the Big Bang. Lord…lord…l-o-r-d. All you are is letters. I could spell you backwards and you’d mean as much as you do right now.

» Posted By Eleanor On 01.04.2013 @ 11:42 am

themselves

ourselves. yourself. myself. we’re all together in this great abyss of a world, but they, them, those people over there. they keep to themselves. who are they? well, they are, simply put, themselves.

» Posted By Eleanor On 11.08.2012 @ 9:24 pm

soups

There are a lot of different kinds of soups. Sometimes I think that one day there will be more different kinds of soups then there are people. Everyone just has chicken noodle and tomato, but there’s so many really weird ones that I think should become household staples. Is that weird?

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.25.2012 @ 3:22 pm

dwell

I’m not going to dwell on the prompt of this writing assignment… Assignment? What is this, school? Anyway, I am going to write about Doctor Who and One Direction. One day, in a wibbily wobbly time, One Direction were five boys in five different time zones. The doctor, sensing that they were meant for something more, took these five boys and saved the world yet again.

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.23.2012 @ 6:05 pm

minute

Sixty seconds. One-sixtieth of an hour. Math. Time. The little things that make up your life. Never too much, never enough.

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.22.2012 @ 10:08 pm

In one minute, one second, or even less than that, a life can change. It can be for the best, like a Manolo on sale, or for the worst, like the stories that make you weep. Life is a roller coaster and a minute is a measure of change.

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.22.2012 @ 10:06 pm

mayor

Dont ask me to write about mayors. Itll just get disorganised and unplanned because I have never met a mayor, I will never be one, I will probably never fall in love with one and I don’t think I want to. Mayors are probably very nice people, but theyre not for me.

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.15.2012 @ 11:38 am

cathedral

the tower goes up and the lights go down. paul rever saved our world with a old version of me, i am a cathedral, and i am free

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.14.2012 @ 6:38 pm

racket

My Aunt really wants me to play tennis, but I don’t want to. I’m awful at it, really and truly. I have no hand-eye coordination at all, but she doesn’t seem to care. Sometimes I just think people expect me to be wonderful at everything. But I’m just not, I’m just me.

» Posted By Eleanor On 06.10.2012 @ 1:11 pm

trunk

I loaded all of my things into the trunk and slammed it closed. I looked over towards the sun to see the outline of my father with his arm around my mother. tears started to fill my eyes but I knew they could not see me cry. If they did, they would lose it.

» Posted By Eleanor On 03.22.2012 @ 2:51 pm

clue

Clues could be a star in the sky, a twig on the ground, a spot of blood on the clean ream carpet. But clues can also be hidden, kept a secret by the people who should never have made this pointer to destruction.

» Posted By Eleanor On 02.15.2012 @ 2:45 am

chief

a leader among all of us that need guidance. a reminder of that person that we want to be, a person that has earned the status that any of us can achieve. we all respect that chief. but, despite all of this, any chief needs a helping hand once in a while.

» Posted By Eleanor On 02.04.2012 @ 2:33 am

wagon

a wagon is a great thing to carry old farmers in. once a farmer is in a wagon, he is a farmer for life and will do the job for you till he dies. you can also put hay in a wagon. and the hay will keep your farmer warm. a wagon carries all sorts of things. a wagon has wheels. a wagon bar is a chocolate bar sold in america. farmer’s eat wagon bars. they are great to fuel energy for a long day of work. forget the calories. yay. wagons

» Posted By Eleanor On 02.01.2012 @ 1:22 pm

blemish

Oh, no. A blemish on human society–but really, those usually turn out as catastrophes.

» Posted By Eleanor On 12.16.2011 @ 4:49 pm

slouch

Stop slouching, say your parents. It’s bad for you.
What they really mean: it looks bad. Looks are all that matter, nowadays. Who cares what your personality is like if you’re pretty?

» Posted By Eleanor On 12.01.2011 @ 4:56 pm

alarmist

Locked out, lost alone and concerned. I stood on the edge of the foot path. This street I know so well should not scare me like it does.

» Posted By Eleanor On 11.06.2011 @ 7:42 pm

spring

Spring has sprung. The leaves are back on the trees after the dreadful winter. It is a fun time to be alive. The birds are chirping in the trees, children are outside playing again and the nights are teething longer. Easter is almost here, rings are much better in the world. Eveyone seems better, appier, much smilier. I think that the best of life is in the spring, when people are feeling uplifted about the new life. SPring cleaning is great.

» Posted By Eleanor On 10.12.2011 @ 11:53 am

iron

The iron sizzled as he passed it over his jacket. His wife used to do things like this. But she was gone now. She left last month with that guy she met at the gym. Maybe it was because she was always left alone; he went to work and she was left to do housework all day.

» Posted By Eleanor On 10.09.2011 @ 4:22 pm

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