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curtains

I looked across the room. Curtains. Curtains are what I got. Never am I going to be able to sleep again. Their faces, their horrible faces. Never again will I kill for awesome curtains.

» Posted By Ian On 10.27.2014 @ 12:00 pm

confined

So deep seated was I, beside myself
A sole soul buoyant in a swelling sea of
marvel, wonder, and that which I’ve yet to know
exists, right outside these walls.

» Posted By Ian On 10.25.2014 @ 8:10 pm

souvenir

It’s not what you show as a reminder of the places they’ll never be,
rather…
The places you’d love to share in all of their splendor
and grace.
The unfathomable unknown that lay before, waiting to be experienced,
and loved.

» Posted By Ian On 10.23.2014 @ 9:36 pm

It’s not what you show as a reminder of the places they’ll never be,
rather…
The places you’d love to share in all of their splendor
and grace.
The unfathomable unknown that lay before, waiting to be experienced.
And loved.

» Posted By Ian On 10.23.2014 @ 9:34 pm

pity

Nevertheless, she thought that it deserved a shot and so she began to follow him, unknowingly of the destination that this choice was going to take her. It was such a pity that she was so impulsive, for she would never be the same once the adventure ended. And that she was not ready to abide.

» Posted By Ian On 10.09.2014 @ 11:57 pm

starry

Their is a starry heaven above that can quickly belittle every little obscurity you have on this planet. The starry skies can show anyone in this universe that their is more to life than we know. I love the starry skies above.

» Posted By ian On 08.21.2014 @ 8:54 pm

church

seeking salvation
guided by the sign
you will be embraced
forgiven your sins
from who cast the first stone
and yet, who embraces you
and leads you by hand
maybe the one who has most to hide

» Posted By Ian On 04.04.2014 @ 4:49 am

repressed

Is it really that I can’t remember or do I just not want to? I might be curious, I might want to know just to know, but I know I’m better off not knowing. I know I’m healthier not knowing. I know that if I know, I won’t be the same. I forgot for a reason. My mind pushed the memories away because it ruined who I was and it would change who I am for the worse.

So do I really want to know? To answer all the questions? Do I really want to sacrifice my sanity for knowledge?

» Posted By Ian On 03.24.2014 @ 5:50 pm

selective

We’re all selective in what we agree with. As long as it supports our ideas, we’ll accept it as a reality. We’ll accept what documentation says, but only if it supports us. We’ll accept what other people say, but only if it agrees with our argument or our ideas of how things should be. There are even people who only hear what they want to hear.
My dad is one of those people. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell him who I am and who I will always be. It doesn’t matter if I do what he wants or if I do what I want, he’ll only see what he wants to see and to him, I’m nothing more than a mistake he’s sorry he ever made.

» Posted By Ian On 03.23.2014 @ 11:06 pm

avoided

I’ve avoided everything that’s come at me in life. When my mom looked at me, I avoided eye contact, when my teacher threw assignments at me, I avoided them by losing the books or the paperwork. I’ve dodged responsibility for all my twenty-two years of life, so how is it now that I’ve had the biggest pressure dropped on me all of the sudden? How is it that after all this practice, I can’t dodge this bullet and there’s no real way for me to avoid the situation this time but…
I can’t do it. I can’t be a dad.

» Posted By Ian On 03.21.2014 @ 10:53 pm

grateful

I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for you. You mean so much, so goddamn much you have no idea. Lordy. You mean so much to me, I just swore for you. Do you see that? -laughs- but really… words can’t even describe my gratitude, my feelings for you, the way you’ve supported, inspired, and encouraged me. The way you’ve helped shape me into the person I am today.
Thank you aren’t strong enough words.
I love you isn’t either, but that’s all I have to say.

I love you.

» Posted By Ian On 03.18.2014 @ 11:57 pm

personality

Personalities come from more things than just persons, but they are all personal.

» Posted By Ian On 03.15.2014 @ 2:46 pm

compete

Complete. Finish. Make it to the end.
That’s not something I’ve ever been good at.
I don’t know if I’m scared.
What happens at the end?
Once something is complete… where does it go?
What happens to the one who did it?
Once you complete something, where do you go from there?
Once it’s done, it’s gone.
And you might as well be left standing empty handed.

» Posted By Ian On 03.14.2014 @ 11:26 pm

swimmer

The clear water splashed over his strong muscles, gliding around the curves in his back and the bones poking out just under his shoulders. The suit always felt so snug. She couldn’t help but stare as he climbed out of the pool. Nothing was left to the imagination. The suit hugged around his goods in ways that she wished she could. When he noticed her, she waved her fingers, but just like every other time, his eyes seemed to widen, his face went red and he retreated. She’d win him over someday, even if it killed her.

» Posted By Ian On 03.13.2014 @ 11:45 pm

dealer

He asked for ten. I didn’t have it, so he asked for five. I didn’t have that either. He asked for at least one. I still didn’t have it. “Throw me a bone man,” I said, “Make me a deal. I’m good for it.” He obviously wasn’t sure about trusting me and I didn’t blame him. Fuck, I wouldn’t trust me. But he gave me a deal. He’d give me five grams if I gave him a blow.

Worth it.

» Posted By Ian On 03.12.2014 @ 11:44 pm

terrain

“You bet these are the best goddamn all-terrain tires you’ll find anywhere. Trust me on this. I’m not someone who tells a lie–do I look like I’d tell you a lie buddy? And guess what, I’m gonna give you the best deal in town you can find. If you buy them all today and get them on, I’ll give you the best damn deal and I’m so not shitting you man. If you purchase a minimum of 4 tires today I’ll give you a really low price and a date my daughter. Do we have a deal sir? I knew you’d be happy with that deal. Thanks for your business.”

» Posted By Ian On 03.11.2014 @ 7:57 pm

deranged

The step was deranged, uneven. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. One knee hit the ground every time he stepped and that was because he was missing his left leg from the knee down. His ankle dragged against the ground, broken. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst of it was the way that he snarled, screeching. Was it really snarling? It sounded like Ring Around the Rosie… and his eyes wouldn’t come leave me, saying they’d eat me.

» Posted By Ian On 03.10.2014 @ 10:44 pm

derby

She struck me as awkward at first. Her derby shoes didn’t seem to fit the dress she wore so complimentary to her body. But it was only when it occurred to me that I didn’t care about her awkwardness, that I began to feel a familiar warmth in my heart towards her.

» Posted By Ian On 02.08.2014 @ 9:30 pm

third

Third place is fine. It’s worth noting but also slightly disappointing. It is forgettable, its acknowledging the guy/girl that got really close to being the best but just fell short. Honorable mention.

» Posted By Ian On 02.08.2014 @ 10:06 am

doubled

“And you wouldn’t know it was happening” she remarked as she squirted some gel onto her hands, nose twitching slightly in disgust, “these germs multiplying, crawling, breeding.”
She took her watch off her wrist and dropped it in the hand bag, at fingertips as if infected.
“They say the germs double every few seconds until hours later there are millions of them.” Beat.
“Everywhere.”

» Posted By Ian On 01.28.2014 @ 5:27 am

beaming

Column of dust dancing, lifting up and down like lava in a lamp, caught in the sun beams.
Squinting, he closed the book and took a deep breath.
‘Make hay while the sunshines’ they used to say to him, and as he rolled the mobile phone around in his hands he knew it was time to make the phone call.

» Posted By Ian On 01.21.2014 @ 3:41 am

biblical

as I walked into the church, I saw about tem people just praying silently, the priest, well, preaching, and a janitor mopping the floor. You’d think this wouldn’t be a scene where anything particularly magical would happen, but you’d be wrong.

» Posted By Ian On 01.17.2014 @ 7:46 am

tracking

Head up and walking with purpose, convinced himself that no one was following him.
Then his mind re-runs a scene from a sleepy 1970s cop show, the PI trailing the adulterer to get photographic evidence.

» Posted By Ian On 01.07.2014 @ 5:48 am

exactly

Exactly.
Precisely.
Precision.
The devil of the pedant.
Structure and routine, perhaps and order or sequence.
Rather than vague, inaccurate, or close to.
The random danger of freedom and fluidity v the rigid unchanging but predictable uniformity.

» Posted By Ian On 01.02.2014 @ 5:42 am

elevator

He decided that morning he was going to take a chance. Live a little. Humming a bob Marley song he can never remember the name of, he stepped into the Elevator. Ten floors to choose from, he took two dice out of his pocket, shook them in his hands and peaked in a the result. His mystery tour began.

» Posted By Ian On 12.31.2013 @ 5:31 am

meanwhile

Meanwhile she folded up the newspaper and tucked it in the front of her bag.
‘That’s the one he bought me at that weekend to Edinburgh’.
She saw the couple at the neighbouring table collect their coffee, all smiles and touching hands.
‘Errrgh’. She shuddered, scratched her shoulder. But the itch was deep in her thoughts and not satisfied by clawing at her skin. She wished she had never sent the text message now.

» Posted By Ian On 12.09.2013 @ 5:32 am

defended

‘Fight, fight fight!’
Conkers and jam sandwiches.
Pumps kicking up a cloud of dust.
Dunlop bags, satchels, jumpers thrown down to mark goals.
‘Big ears!’
‘Leave her alone fat face’
Shirts rolled up, ripped blazer badges.
Shoulder above, teacher holds them apart

» Posted By Ian On 11.21.2013 @ 5:11 am

irreverent

There is so much etiquette around queuing. As an experienced and venerable queuer, should there be such a descriptive, I can handle them with curtesy and respect, how to direct oneself in the ‘fork’ for instance, the single queue that splits at the head into multiple points of access. The ‘snake’ which slinks across territory and has to split and reform to allow traffics to pass it’s disjointed body, or perhaps the hardest and most susceptible to irreverence is the ‘bridge’ which passes a thorough fare, such as ATM on a busy high street – prone to leaks and barges from the disrespectful and uneducated.

» Posted By Ian On 11.20.2013 @ 5:47 am

unwritten

The world is an unwritten, ever adapting story. The twists of its story change as the great minds and technology develop and adapt.

» Posted By ian On 07.22.2013 @ 12:29 am

backlit

curtains in a theatre for a performance of an important concert by a previously reclusive artist who has reappeared on the music scene after 30 years exile.

» Posted By Ian On 07.16.2013 @ 11:21 am

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