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did we ever consider polo to be something worth trying? the snooty image of a royal figure, trotting like a statue, was all that crossed our mind. never the graceful horse, the smooth jolts every now and again, and never the adrenaline of the speed. we were wrong, as usual.
» Posted By eloise On 12.15.2014 @ 8:11 am
The one i adore. The one I love. The one who knows me. The one who cares for me when Im sad, My one and only grandfather.
» Posted By Eloise On 03.07.2014 @ 5:29 am
i was walking with my friend and then i turn around and she was gone. I don’t know where but i just knew i was alone. Alone in a place i wasn’t meant to be; alone and helpless. i screamed out only to here the echo of my voice reply.
» Posted By Eloise On 03.05.2014 @ 5:45 am
It’s an inspiring feeling to know that one day all of my dreams will come true. It was a hope, not a dream that brought me out of this dark place and every time I think about where I came from, I am more excited about where I’m going to go.
» Posted By Eloise On 10.03.2013 @ 2:01 pm
it’s when i can see him in the autumn afternoon light, just across the street. he doesn’t glance at someone beside me, or avert his stare awkwardly to the sky. no, it is me who he sees this time. he smiles; i grin in return. finally, here it is. i am no longer a grey area to him. he’s found his rose coloured glasses and now can see the girl who has loved him ever since, ever presently, and ever more. this is my delight.
» Posted By eloise On 07.09.2013 @ 4:01 am
Creature. Slimey. Creepy. Crawley. That’s what the word Creature makes me think of. Something that’s small and very scared of me but still strikes horror in to my heart. Funny that the word create is part of the word creature. I guess you have to be creative when you’re designing a beastie that will need to work hard not to be stomped on, swatted at, eaten alive…or is it because they ‘create’ such feelings of loathing…they turn people in to wild beasts themselves…arms flailing, face contorted, peculiar noises from the mouth…these slimy, creepy, crawly things have the incredible ability to create new forms just by being. Hmmm. I don’t know that I’ll give them the satisfaction.
» Posted By Eloise On 04.17.2013 @ 9:27 pm
oooh baby baby its a wild world. Wild like the Jungles of old. The world needs more babies like the jungles need less animals.
» Posted By eloise On 01.29.2013 @ 9:38 pm
I was seeking his approval in some way I couldn’t quite define. I wanted him to want me, and I wasn’t sure what that meant. Did I sense a connection? Or did I just want to win him over?
» Posted By Eloise On 08.12.2012 @ 6:32 am
a railroad is something that many people have had interesting expieriences on. Walking along the railroad is dangerous and fun and has a certain feeling to it which makes it unique.
» Posted By Eloise On 07.03.2012 @ 7:03 pm
Hassle, too much hassle. Hair and clothes, weight and skin. Friends and family, school and work! It’s too much, all the time. Hassle, hassle, hassle. It never stops. Always pressure, do this, do that. Well no. NO I don’t want to any more.
» Posted By eloise On 05.31.2012 @ 11:31 am
Don’t hassle me, I don’t want you around me, hounding me. I’ll do it when and where I want. You telling me you want it NOW only makes me want to wait longer. Just stop, stop! Go hassle someone else, go pressure someone else for a change. I don’t need you nagging in my ear “Get it done! Get it done!” I know it needs to be done!
» Posted By eloise On 05.31.2012 @ 11:27 am
Temper, temper. It can be dangerous,but I prefer to see it as an asset. To have a temper means you have passion. Hold on to that. Passion is vibrant and good, don’t let it fade for the sake of controlling the bad.
» Posted By Eloise On 03.25.2012 @ 3:43 pm
the cactus once stood tall, strong as the arms of my father but was now turning brown, there wasn’t enough rain this summer to even keep this barren plant alive. i wandered by slowly, reaching out to pull a spike off the body of the cactus
» Posted By eloise On 12.30.2011 @ 6:31 am
Well I just wrote about this, but the comment thing messed me up. It was kind of sad, this was my first one of these. What makes a thief? Am I a “thief” if I steal a dandelion from the ground? Am I a thief if I steal from Warren Buffett? I’m rambling, I apologize, I’m a little stoned.
» Posted By Eloise On 05.23.2011 @ 11:45 pm
Every time I go to my grandpa’s house, I worry about his house getting broken in to. A lot of people have had their houses broken into there. It’s not a bad neigborhood either…what makes a bad neighborhood?
» Posted By Eloise On 05.23.2011 @ 11:43 pm
eyes are so big and brown and they are used to see things with which is really quite useful you know because if we couldnt see shit we would bang into stuff all the time. Eyes are lush i think. I like eyes. Some people have deep eyes, some people are brand new and their eyes look new…no depth. Its weird
» Posted By Eloise On 05.06.2011 @ 3:30 pm
it was a whim. going away, a stupid pointless whim. i sat in the subway waiting for a train that would take me home, home to where there were three warm meals each day and the electricity was always on
» Posted By eloise On 01.14.2011 @ 3:12 pm
i like paperclips. they are useful and they are usually available. they make my papers stay in order and they can be in fun colors. also, when i was younger i would put them on my fingers to make them look like long finger nails. i was weird. but that’s okay. everyone was weird back then.
» Posted By Eloise On 12.22.2010 @ 10:13 pm
everyone’s different, and fingerprints show this I guess.
You’re fingerprints, burnt onto my skin, though now your hand is not in mine, I can still feel your fingerprints where we walked through the park, hand in hand.
» Posted By Eloise On 04.02.2009 @ 4:21 pm
feeling, knowing noone is better than you and walking with your head up even if noone sees you.
Might be difficult to accept when you make a mistake…
» Posted By Eloise On 09.17.2008 @ 12:01 pm
the spot on the counter was a pale red now. It had faded in the past year, hiding the horrible truth.
» Posted By eloise On 01.14.2010 @ 5:25 pm
the bamboo floor felt smooth and clean under my bare feet. I walked carefully across the room to an empty spot near the middle of the mass of people.
» Posted By eloise On 01.11.2010 @ 7:09 pm
the tower cast a dark shadow over the east side of the city, when you cross the line where the shadow fell, a cold wave of air swept over you and the street lights turned on.
» Posted By eloise On 01.05.2010 @ 11:42 am
the tower of London stood imperiously over the muddy, dark streets. it left no shadow for there was no sun to make one.
» Posted By eloise On 01.04.2010 @ 4:33 pm
the shift key on my computer doesn’t work anymore. i rely on auto-correct to fix the things that i need capitalized. but it doesn’t often work. i have to spend way to much time trying to get the right words capitalized.
» Posted By eloise On 01.02.2010 @ 4:30 pm
the blinds were slanted so that the light made jail bars on the bed. she turned over and pulled the pillow over her head. it was noon and she hadn’t made it out of the room yet.
» Posted By eloise On 12.27.2009 @ 8:54 am
the kittens have soiled their mittens! oh no! whatever shall they do, they can’t go home to mother with dirty mittens!
» Posted By eloise On 12.26.2009 @ 8:02 am
every time we go to chapel in Wyoming, they give us a sprig of sagebush. that is my favorite part of the trip, i wish i had saved some of them but i always let them wilt by the side of my bed
» Posted By eloise On 12.19.2009 @ 5:15 pm
it’s sage’s birthday today. she is turning 17, man she’s old. i think that i am going to go to a play with her, and a lot of other people too, i think it’s tuck everlasting. i’m rather excited for it.
» Posted By eloise On 12.19.2009 @ 7:26 am
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the lantern swung gently, as the boat rocked in the current, casting its light over the deck. i held the lanterns poll high above the ship peering out onto the dark water in front of me.
» Posted By eloise On 12.16.2009 @ 4:00 pm