Imagination is more important than knowledge - Albert Einstein

About Me

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My name is Lizzy, and I'm one crazy girl. I usually go with the flow, but I like to break away from it as well. I have an amazing boyfriend who I will love forever and always. I'm pregnant with my first child at an early age, we'll be waiting till September! I love to draw, and write, and learn new things. I love to laugh, and do crazy things you would never expect. I'm me, and that's all I'll ever be.

Friday, October 30, 2009

With Love.

Everyday, I think of him. His smile, his eyes, his laugh, his baby soft hair. Oh how I love to run my fingers through it... and entwine my fingers through his. Every time I see his face, a smile plays across my lips. Every time I feel his touch, warmth engulfs my heart. Words cannot describe the way I feel about him. He gives me such a lovely sense of reassurance, it is impossible to feel uncomfortable around him. When we embrace, all I can feel is love, and happiness. He always knows how to make me smile, make me laugh, cheer me up. I cannot stay angry or melancholy when I am in his presence. The connection I feel with him is unlike that I have ever felt with any other human being. We always share our thoughts, our dreams, our feelings, our wishes, fears, hates, and loves... I love him more than anything, more than words could possibly describe. I love his name... Avery Willman. Every time I hear it I feel my heart leap out of my chest. My love and I have shared one of the most amazing and yet forbidden experiences any young couple could possibly share. Oh how much closer it has drawn us! And what a beautiful thing! It will always be the utmost special experience I have ever shared with anyone. My darling, I will always hold you with love. Every adventure we ever tackle, we always go at as one. I have that craziness about me, where I do not think before I do things. That crazy that can sometimes be unhealthy. But your diffidence and your cautiousness will always even everything out between us, to where we have just the right amount of fun, and doing whats acceptable. Without you my love, I would be a wreck. Without you, I may even be dead. When I begin to slip into darkness, you always show me the light. My darling, I will always hold you with love, and I will love you forever and always. We share a love everlasting.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Official Newb.

Well I'm new here, as you probably have already realized. I honestly do not know how to work this not-as-simple-as-it-looks site, but I'm trying the best that I can. My main goal here is to become a better writer. I would like other people to understand what I'm about, and I would like feedback so that I know what to work on. I've been looking for a way to share my random writings, and it looks like I may have found it here. I hope to learn a lot from this, and I hope to grow as a young writer.
Writing is something I have only been doing continually for about the last year. Since my start I have nearly filled 2 notebooks full of words. I never knew I could enjoy it so very much. Writing relieves all of my thoughts, which is the liberation I so desperately require daily. If anyone out there has any tips for me, I would be happy to listen. Thank you!

The Judgemental.

Earlier today I had the 'pleasure' of talking with a woman that I haven't seen in quite a while. Since the last time I did see her, I have gained 10 piercings and some turquoise hair. Well apparently in her opinion, all of this so called 'hideous crap' makes me an ugly person who will one day have a criminal record. The second I take it out I would become pretty, and innocent again. Does a few piercings and some colorful hair really change who I am that dramatically that I become an ugly criminal? If we can't have fun with the way that we look, then honestly, what is the point?
Judgmental people make me sick. Just because someone looks a certain way on the outside, doesn't mean that it affects who they are on the inside. It deeply bothers me when someone makes a judgment about me before they even know me. Even when people do it to others that I don't even know. We all have the right to do whatever we want with our bodies. In my opinion body art is a beautiful thing. How can someone look at a man with long hair, and say that he is a troublemaker based on that observation alone? Only a small minded person would make such an assumption without cold hard facts. Jesus had long hair, did he not? Would you insult him the same way? You cannot assume a truth about someone until you've had a chance to get to know them. Remember this the next time you make an unfair judgment on someone.


Ever since I was a little girl, I always loved Halloween. I always loved to dress up, go trick or treating with my friends, and get creative with costumes. The only problem I had with all of this, was that I wasn't allowed to dress up as what I wanted to. I always had to go as an animal, or an angel, or an indian, or somthing that emphasized my innocence. My mother wouldn't even let me be a witch. What sort of insult to Halloween is this!
In my life's experience, Halloween is a time when all your greatest fears come alive. When all the fake blood you could possibly lay your eyes on is available at your local convenient store. When you can dress up as the scariest creature you could possibly imagine, and run up to random people to scare the living daylights out of them and get away with it. When you can go to any neighborhood around and go door to door getting free candy and show off your awesome costume at the same time.
What is it with all of these silly pumpkins, poke'mon, vegetables, and candies? Where, I ask, is the psychotic creativity!? Where is the horror? Where is the gore? Halloween is supposed to be scary, in my opinion. Dressing up as a lame food product, or some other cliche just isn't right to me. It is hooplah I tell you!
And what about all of these 'scary' haunted houses. Lets blame the feeble minded creators. What sort of 3 year old wants to go inside a haunted house? Why not leave the haunted houses for the ones that won't piss themselves when they are tapped on the shoulder in the dark, eh? Your supposed to be scared when you enter a haunted house, not full of laughter. Save that for a happier holiday. Trick or treat kiddies.
(Where is the justice!?)
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When you run
Through the dark
There is a chance
You will fall.
But do you stop and wait for light?
Or do you run into the night?
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Insane Corpse.

The case was officially closed. We solved the crime, we have all the victims, and we've caught our killer. There is only one problem. He's dead. That's right, sprawled along the bathroom floor of this godforsaken hotel, is the body of Michael William Edwards, serial killer wanted by the F.B.I. since 1998. The only thing more disturbing than his crimes, is the way we found his body. Every one of his fingers were cut off except a finger and a thumb. All of his toes were found ground up inside his stomach. One of his eyes were found salted on the counter. His tongue was stapled to a roll of paper towels. I'm sure everyone in Law Enforcement is saying what the fuck right now. How could a man do this to himself? Simple. He was clinically insane.