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collections can be of anything. tangible, intangible. collection can be a great hobby too. i have a collection of movies, not too many, but a little
» Posted By a On 07.07.2013 @ 11:07 am
He created a decoy of his dead fish because he couldn’t bear to part with his best friend.
» Posted By a On 06.27.2013 @ 11:55 am
I was once blamed for a crime I didn’t commit. I was sent away. Away from my family and friends. But I am back, but not angry that this happened. For if this did not happen, I wouldn’t know what it would be like to be away from everything I loved. So here I am, blamed.
» Posted By A On 06.25.2013 @ 12:29 pm
the opposite of something that is the anti of the pro the complete and total thesis and then its opposing force the color of love and anti theatrical things that oppose what you’re trying to do not what you meant the opposite of it the thesis is what the total argument is and this is the opposing arguement anti
» Posted By A On 06.04.2013 @ 12:17 pm
I languish in disgression
yet i seem so trusting
i spill my life onto others,
i do this to hide from the world.
the most clever disguise is one that hides you in plain sight.
No one suspects the emotion behind the mask
Covered in laughter
a nonchalant aura, it embodies my very being
i have become it, i feel protected.
» Posted By A On 05.25.2013 @ 11:47 pm
I spilled my milk! Darn. I always do that. I am such a klutz. Whenever I have milk I always do that. So does everyone else I know.
» Posted By a On 05.25.2013 @ 1:19 pm
The new term for facebook-popular-girls with oh-so many followers and friends! Electrocute. A statement of contact-loss in itself.
» Posted By A On 04.27.2013 @ 2:09 am
i need it.
So as to wake up.
and make you see it.
make you feel it
how it feels like.
» Posted By A On 04.26.2013 @ 11:18 am
omg how do i get past this word?
i thought it was a random one each time
i have nothing to say about the word “burrow”
» Posted By a On 04.21.2013 @ 10:24 am
I grow onto you , through you.
» Posted By A On 04.13.2013 @ 1:02 am
Winery, vineyard, rows of grapes, running in the sand, cool air, hair flowing. Yummy food, siestas, sunshine, too hot. Deep tastes, slightly sharp and alcoholic. Lazy hammocks. Vines twisting up the sides of a building. Green, beautiful, historic buildings.
» Posted By A On 04.05.2013 @ 2:09 pm
Vines stretch, sometimes higher than they can truly reach. But they can never climb on their own, and sometimes that’s their downfall. If they reach above their own heads, if they try to rise higher than whatever’s keeping them up, they’re doomed. That’s when they collapse in on themselves, when they become so much less than they were before. because if all you can do is reach, if there’s nowhere for you to go, that’s when you begin to fold in on yourself. Maybe it’s a tragedy. Maybe it’s simple hubris. Or maybe it’s better than the alternative, better than staying still because you’re too afraid to take a chance. If those bent and folded vines could speak, would they speak of regret? Or would they be proud? Perhaps the only way to find out is to stretch yourself.
» Posted By A On 04.05.2013 @ 12:42 pm
My future is planned. I am destined for greatness, like a seed destined to become a tree. My control over the future is one thing but my destiny is another. For there is no destiny without hard work and perseverance.
» Posted By A On 03.26.2013 @ 11:54 pm
the animals have to beware of mr. jones so they are not caught in their meeting about their rebelion again mr.jones
» Posted By A On 03.20.2013 @ 12:13 pm
» Posted By a On 03.13.2013 @ 6:44 pm
Chocolate cake who?
Chocolate cake I love you
The first knock knock (or any other) joke I ever made, and I thought it was hilarious. I told it to my family for probably a whole year when I was 7.
» Posted By A On 02.27.2013 @ 7:39 pm
Friend scary mom nice
Sad surprise happy relative unwanted sleepover dinner going out talking visiting eating sleeping fun
» Posted By A On 01.28.2013 @ 1:26 pm
I cried a lot that night. The night was wild and crazy. It was not what was supposed to be. I fought hard, I tried my best. I guess it was destined like that, but it made me cry. and I cried.
» Posted By A On 01.11.2013 @ 10:25 pm
I was seated by the window when I heard a strange cry. I could see nothing when I looked out. It was dusk and the streetlights had not come on fully.
I was certain I’d heard it. What could it have been? Now, as the minutes passed, I became uncertain if it had been
» Posted By a On 01.11.2013 @ 1:24 pm
I was placed in a room with no windows. I was sad to be left alone. It made me feel helpless, because it was isolation at it’s best. I was cut off from the green grass and trees.
» Posted By A On 01.03.2013 @ 12:15 pm
“She’ll see you now.” The nurse said solemnly, although he could tell she was trying not to portray any emotion.
He nodded, and stood to follow her to the room. Inside, Amelia was sitting up on the cot she had been given, her eyes looked weary. “Sam!” She cried with excitement, she made a motion to get up.
“Stop.” said Sam softly, sitting on the cot across from her. He didn’t say anything else for a while, just sat in silence.
» Posted By A On 12.14.2012 @ 1:51 am
“Doctor?” She quivered, awaiting the answer. She inhaled deeply, wiping her sweaty palms on the white gown she had been given to wear while she stayed.
» Posted By A On 12.14.2012 @ 1:46 am
The science is in fact not the results to be reached. It is the way of research; in other words it is the method that makes the science is. However, having wrong methods make you unscientific even your results are correct.
» Posted By a On 12.10.2012 @ 10:26 am
I jumped higher and higher reaching for the starts. I made it to the starts but you didn’t. You were in a car crash before I met you. I don’t know why but it had to be you, and it was you.
» Posted By A On 12.05.2012 @ 9:05 am
i often dream about flying. it’s the most exciting thing on this planet. the feeling it gives me cannot be described. that feeling of beeng able to go higher, and higher, and higher.
» Posted By a On 12.05.2012 @ 6:26 am
both of us will be together sitting together on a bench somewhere maybe. we are together. togetherness is all we can be you and i. I love you and you love me and so we are a both. we stand together we fall together. everything about you has intertwined itself with me and we have fallen endlessly in love. it seems to be the strangest thing. both of us together. its like a never ending cycle like a chain with a strong class it can disconnect but it will not, simply will not.
» Posted By A On 12.03.2012 @ 5:38 pm
I rise up in the morning and wish that I could go back to bed. I hate getting up before the sun. If I had my way, I would always wake up after the sun was high up in the sky, Everyday when I hit the snooze button I wish I could sleeping forever and ever.
» Posted By A On 11.30.2012 @ 9:13 am
I can hear her crying down the hall. Despite feeling the need to do something, I have to remind myself what Karl keeps telling me: if I try to reach out she’ll just somehow make me feel bad about myself and I’ll regret it. I think I’m the only one who possesses compassion around here sometimes. I thought that every human was supposed to have that, but over and over I am proven wrong.
» Posted By A On 11.22.2012 @ 7:52 am
When i was younger i measured love in tanks. “my love tank is full”, i would say to my father.
» Posted By A On 11.14.2012 @ 6:21 pm
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The arts are important. Without artists the world would lack beauty, or at least those who view it as beautiful.
» Posted By A On 11.13.2012 @ 4:21 pm