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Mom and Dad used to waltz on occasion, mostly in the living room. Vienna / Strauss waltzes. I used to think that, by teaching me 1-2-3, 1-2-3, Dad was really some sort of waltz expert. I mostly do love the music.
» Posted By Louisa On 05.16.2015 @ 2:41 am
On the horizon I saw what I thought was water. It turned out to be a mirage. Damn, I was so thirsty, not to mention hungry, tired and seriously annoyed.
It had been three days since I got lost in the desert.
» Posted By Louisa On 02.03.2015 @ 7:36 pm
Frown is a smile upside down.
» Posted By Louisa On 09.16.2014 @ 7:16 pm
People praise the lord in their happy times but as soon as they enter into a small test of faith they turn away. How can they turn and blame hate the lord so easily after praising him so happily. This is one thing that I don’t like but is almost inevitable for most. As soon as things are hard they walk away.
» Posted By Louisa On 01.04.2013 @ 8:02 pm
“This ring here, shows you just how much I love you”.
» Posted By Louisa On 12.27.2012 @ 9:06 pm
Since you left me, I have been crying non-stop. Nothing will make this heavy pain in my heart subside. My mind is numb, and so very sad.
» Posted By Louisa On 10.14.2012 @ 2:22 am
“What are you doing!?”
Suddenly I could see the scene playing in slow motion; she was throwing the contents of a wine glass at me. I felt the cold, wet splash and smell of alcohol all over my face.
» Posted By Louisa On 10.11.2012 @ 10:43 pm
Is it possible to live forever? Is it possible to love someone forever? Is it possible to live your life without ever experiencing pain, heartbreak or sadness? Would you want to?
» Posted By Louisa On 10.06.2012 @ 11:39 pm
To take ownership. Consent is not necessary and to often cast to the wayside. Be bold, take something into your own hands and claim it as your own. Claim love, claim a heart, claim a person. Or claim responsibility.
Too often abused – Benefit claims and Insurance have ruined what should be a word for standing up and taking what you want without shame or unnecessary thinking or doing.
Grasp something with both hands and make it your own.
Assert, declare and maintain, this is me and this is mine. Argue is you have to although arguments and vulgar and should be avoided.
» Posted By Louisa On 09.20.2012 @ 3:26 am
this is a day to enjoy time with family and friends, do things you don’t have time for in the week, but not to rest yet, because that is the purpose of sundays. I love saterdays because I can choose how I spent my time.
» Posted By Louisa On 06.30.2012 @ 3:10 am
I couldn’t help it. His web was too large. His branches were too long. I couldn’t follow them. I couldn’t catch them in time. John. John was in danger. He could die. I couldn’t. I can’t let that happen.
Someone is going to die and it will not by my John.
It cannot be my John.
» Posted By Louisa On 04.07.2012 @ 6:04 pm
So today the word is Pastel, and I just wanted to say that… well you know the pastel hair you always see on Tumblr? I wonder if it would be possible on my hair; you know, because my hair is so dark. Really wonder.
I also remember pastels as a tool; the first things I learned to draw with. I kind of miss art; why I chose music over art or dance… I don’t quite know.
» Posted By Louisa On 03.17.2012 @ 10:36 am
betty felt one single word: dismissed.
No one had bothered to pay attention to her her entire life. She was not the golden movie girl, she had not been chosen from the crowd and pulled on stage, finally recognized for hereyears as playing the mousy heroine we can all relate to.
» Posted By Louisa On 03.10.2012 @ 8:57 am
savage. holocaust. tackling each other for a scrap of meat, forgetting about family and friends, becoming completely animal and instinctual. savage people living in olden times… ok that one sucked. so much for this emotional piece. now this is rambling. how savage of me? no. this doesn’t even make sense
» Posted By Louisa On 01.09.2012 @ 9:53 pm
repeat repeat repeat repeat. like a chorus in a song. like a chorus in a song. you see what i did there? I repeated repeated repeated things things things things. things. repeat gah. reeeeeeepeat. like the reaping from the hunger games. reaping reaping reaping reaping. repeat rhymes with very few things.
» Posted By Louisa On 08.16.2011 @ 12:01 pm
The level of my life and joy is unknown to everyone but me
» Posted By Louisa On 08.03.2011 @ 11:26 am
purple flowers covering the lake. without any delay she stooped over to pick them up. the trails of her skirt skimming the water as she went. Lily wished she were named for another flower. Really, she wished she were named something else entirely
» Posted By louisa On 07.22.2011 @ 12:06 am
I don’t know what i expect out of life. I expect to get married. Have kids I guess, even though i say i don’t want to. i expect to be a movie director but that’s so unrealistic… i still am expecting it though. i guess that’s kind of bad
» Posted By Louisa On 07.09.2011 @ 10:20 pm
I run a mentoring programs for inner-city youth in a city known for it’s violence and crime. The kids and I have had quite a few very competitive soccer games, and I usually manage to keep up with the goals. My students and I are frequent users of the soccer term “score, and Julie with the assist”
» Posted By Louisa On 07.05.2011 @ 8:38 am
He is my beloved but he doesn’t even know me. All night I toss and turn yearning for him. I think it is my age and the sudden realisation I am getting old. I want him, I want him, I want him.
» Posted By louisa On 06.13.2011 @ 10:35 am
Sad. Rainy cold day. I can’t believe how few people are here after everything she did for so many people. Selfish lot.
» Posted By louisa On 06.12.2011 @ 6:48 am
There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it was a place to smoke pot and chew mint leaves.
» Posted By Louisa On 05.27.2011 @ 2:38 pm
I’ve never been to summer camp. That’s always been a sore spot for me. So many of my friends talk about the friends they made, how they matured, getting stoned and getting laid. I spent my summers trying desperately to fit into a family that never wanted me. Camp seemed the perfect get away, but they never let me go.
» Posted By Louisa On 05.26.2011 @ 9:28 pm
Lips, hands, feet.
Like an accident.
We didn ;n
» Posted By Louisa On 04.06.2011 @ 10:23 pm
in the far galaxy, there is a small tribe of Huphulumps. They are small deadly aliens who are planing to take over the earth, and make Earth their home The leader, is the most deadly. But, he is an outlaw from many other planets. the other people dont know this, so they treat them like a god. But he is planing to kill all the humans, and take earth for himself.
» Posted By louisa On 04.03.2011 @ 8:44 am
The young girl sat on the old wooden bench over looking the city. she swiped furiously at her rolling tears and slid her fresh face of confidence into place. she knew soon she would have to return to the city. return to the madness and confusion. up here nobody knew her face or questioned her presence, simply let her be. be whoever she wanted to be.
» Posted By Louisa On 02.24.2011 @ 4:33 am
You are my everything. You dance with me to music. You hold my hands. You cook dinner with me. You are the most amazing thing I have ever found. Please forgive me when I say I want nothing more than to die. To disappear. To never exist again.
» Posted By Louisa On 01.31.2011 @ 9:28 pm
Drop out. I was a high school drop out. Now at 19, I’m a college sophomore well on my way to teaching high school English. Ironic. I loved my life of freedom when i wasn’t in school, but it was fucking boring. I read a lot.
» Posted By Louisa On 01.28.2011 @ 5:27 pm
I can tell you everything I ever learned. Or at least once i could. I could tell you every word of everything I wrote. Now I can’t even tell you where my keys are. Damn. This really sucks. I can’t even remember what I wrote in my Louis Leakey report.
» Posted By Louisa On 01.27.2011 @ 6:37 pm
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My house is not heated by central heat. We chop, split, stack and dry our wood by the quard. It’s so nice to work for the things you have.
» Posted By Louisa On 01.22.2011 @ 11:06 pm