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The sun shone down through the skylight to light up the entire library. For the first time in ages, someone was making use of the knowledge held in by those walls. There she was, head stuck in a book, the warmth hitting her face being the only thing tying her to the real world.
» Posted By Isabel On 03.03.2018 @ 8:26 am
Can’t hear anything, conceal the words they say, nothing matters. Its all quiet, my earmuffs protect me from their words, soundproof me from reality
» Posted By Isabel On 09.12.2017 @ 12:31 pm
There are a lot of issues I need to sort out. New years with this unshakable feeling of fresh starts it lovely and suitable. That said some things take a lot more than a resolution to be worked through.
» Posted By Isabel On 01.01.2017 @ 3:33 pm
seeds of peace. the whole thing was a work in progress but none of it really worked. effectively, over time that is. it worked in the moment, no doubt. how do you get kids to feel like that in such a short amount of time. who knows. they did.
» Posted By isabel On 02.24.2016 @ 6:50 am
First read power. Then linked. The power of the powder. In spanish, powder can mean “polvo”, which, depending where you are, can mean crack. One drug, powder, lots of power.
» Posted By Isabel On 08.20.2015 @ 6:01 pm
I am so neat for me everything must be neat if it is not then I will fix it I love being neat I think that I am a neat freak even when I am Aon the road and the traffic light is dirty of something then I will go get some cleaning tools and clean the traffic light my mum thinks that I am a neat freak.
» Posted By Isabel On 06.21.2015 @ 2:45 pm
There was a set of monkey bars in front of her. They were high of the ground, higher than you would normally see in a children’s playground. They were made of coppery, rusted metal and upon closer inspection, Luce could see that the wooden support frame was splintered and rotten. The whole thing looked decidedly unsafe.
» Posted By Isabel On 08.29.2014 @ 4:24 am
It is a sky without any clouds, it happens a few times a week. But i like it better with clouds, I think it’s too hot when there are no clouds.
» Posted By Isabel On 06.15.2014 @ 5:38 pm
He adjusted his glasses. Words rolled effortlessly off his tongue, and I could tell he was properly educated.
» Posted By Isabel On 05.25.2014 @ 8:31 pm
There was a gold there when he tilted his head. The light caught his eyes that were usually dark and showed me that no, they were made of amber. They were flakes of gold leaf. They were precious. They were beautiful.
I don’t know why he always said he has “shit brown” eyes. . . I feel like the color of his eyes could save my life.
» Posted By Isabel On 03.27.2014 @ 7:37 am
im here sitting behind the computer doing what I love. I like to blog and play tennis because it’s good for your body. Here I am still sitting behind my computer and stilly trying to type things that come in my head.
» Posted By isabel On 11.17.2013 @ 3:59 am
As if it was a kid’s game he left her without turning back, her ripped body was nothing but ashes and dirt, in his eyes only the moon and unleaked tears shined.
» Posted By Isabel On 10.06.2013 @ 6:09 pm
Kat was absolutely joyous, and Hale couldn’t figure out why. It was a typical day. Nothing special had happened. At least, not that he could tell. But, for some unidentifiable reason, Kat was practically jumping for joy.
» Posted By Isabel On 06.26.2013 @ 8:48 pm
pixels are funny when you edit something. they are also super annoying.
» Posted By isabel On 06.14.2013 @ 6:22 pm
what am i doing
regret, but i know nothing
the sweat collecting around the glass
theres a woman by herself, but she is not lonely. She is able to see beyond the bar onto tomorrow. It’ll be happier then
» Posted By isabel On 05.07.2013 @ 3:43 pm
Mary had a little lamb whose flees was as white as snow and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go.
One of my friends is a pink lamb and is going to marry Mary someday and I am going to plan the wedding. The theme will be Lamb and Roses. Sebastian is going to be the best man and is going to be dressed up as a lamb and the wedding gown is going to be like the one that the lady in Toy Story (the one in pink) has.
» Posted By Isabel On 03.05.2013 @ 9:35 am
I stare at the shed behind my grandmother’s house. So many memories filled its walls. Playing house when we were kids, or helping grandpa mow the lawn.
» Posted By Isabel On 02.20.2013 @ 1:36 pm
I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. It’s disgusting, horrifying. My terrible scars, cuts. My hair. My teeth. It’s all to much to bear.
» Posted By Isabel On 02.03.2013 @ 4:47 pm
you must do your work because you have to be a nice person and you have to create a company and have children and a pet and a lot of friends because if not, you have to go to south america
» Posted By Isabel On 01.07.2013 @ 7:32 pm
En referencia a lo sucedido no supe que hacer me estremecía el slo pensamiento de dejar las cosas así de quedar como una estúpida quizá hubiera sido mejor n hacer nada pero entonces pensándolo bien que es lo correcto según yo eso había sido lo mejor había sido un detalle un gesto amable algo que querían los dos pero x lo visto no era así… Entonces que el yo? Le daba lástima ? Me muero se sentía culpable de haberme enamorado? Y entonces tenía que contestar Xavi pobrecita? Qué horror en ese momento todo encajo y
» Posted By Isabel On 01.06.2013 @ 7:39 pm
what a state i’m in, high flying, i gotta plan, one day soon i’ll be as skinny as i promised, one day soon i’ll find the strength, i’ve got my best friend beside me and her name is self control.
» Posted By Isabel On 12.19.2012 @ 4:12 pm
this word explains my life right now.
everything is due.
and i thought i was on top of it all
but i seem to have been mistaken
because now i’m left behind
and i’m probably the dumbest person in my school
i hate this word.
» Posted By Isabel On 12.17.2012 @ 10:22 am
sometimes, i am unreachable.
i sit and stare blankly at nothing
and wish i could fall asleep and never wake up.
i don’t feel anything.
i’m really scared.
» Posted By Isabel On 12.11.2012 @ 6:13 pm
rise, rise, rise.
it’s like sailing,
it’s like flying.
running across the sea.
skipping over white caps.
screaming at the wind.
singing louder than the gulls,
just you and me.
» Posted By Isabel On 11.29.2012 @ 5:08 pm
my favorite hiding spot.
surrounded by shakespeare.
lost somewhere in between
fiction & reality.
» Posted By Isabel On 11.25.2012 @ 11:11 am
I was there, book, loads of books. I wast alone, they were with me. I learned from them, I learned from me, from the shadows, I learned. I was free, a free warrior at the library.
» Posted By isabel On 11.24.2012 @ 12:18 pm
I hate being late
TEachers get mad
I get mad if people are late
It creates an unstable flow
And can loosen the trust between people if you are late a lot, because then you cannot count on the person who is late.
» Posted By Isabel On 11.22.2012 @ 12:45 pm
gossip. she sad. he said. i heard. your name. i can’t believe it. mentioned you.
» Posted By Isabel On 11.18.2012 @ 12:02 pm
my boss loves. me.
really she does.
in the midst of clay dust and rainbows of glaze,
sometimes she lets slip
you should take to the grave.
she tells me not to tell a soul
and believe me,
the things she says, i wouldn’t
» Posted By Isabel On 11.16.2012 @ 10:32 am
Back To Stats Page
everything is measured.
your time is measured.
your attractiveness is measured in likes on facebook.
and your mind is measured on the SAT’s.
its like a constant competition.
always weighing variables.
» Posted By Isabel On 11.15.2012 @ 5:33 am