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a child was adopted he loved life but was sadly given to a family of cruel parents. he tried to stay positive about the situation but it was very hard. on his first day of school he met a very nice girl, her name was Isabelle.
» Posted By jen On 02.09.2012 @ 7:36 pm
They’re everywhere, hemming us in and forcing us backwards. Break them ,kick them, destroy them – they are meant to contain and you need to fly.
No. More. Walls
» Posted By Jen On 02.07.2012 @ 5:45 pm
i like to sit at the edge of walls. white walls are calming as i have them here. wish i had blue or green walls in my room but my room is flexible, take up many rooms in this home if i could. if there wasn’t walls, i don’t know where I’d find peace, boundaries, and serenity. i like you being there and i hope you never fall down on me. never. even if die. Anyways i think that is all i have to say about walls.
» Posted By Jen On 02.07.2012 @ 3:24 pm
one of my favourite toys as a child was the hula hoop. it was wonderful trying to get it to stay up. All the girls practiced for hours..
» Posted By jen On 01.29.2012 @ 2:03 am
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. I felt no fear, no pressure – noticed nothing, but the darkness was there waiting for me, watching. watching from below.
» Posted By jen On 01.17.2012 @ 1:17 pm
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. i didn’t feel any danger or sense and presence, but the darkness was lurking and waiting and watching. watching from below.
» Posted By jen On 01.17.2012 @ 1:15 pm
a musical instrument to play. people from weird cultures play the accordion. how about cajun music? i like some cajun music. it’s like cartoon characters playing music. you get a lot of other neat instruments with cajun music like spoons and washboards. although you can also use those instruments in old time country music.
» Posted By jen On 01.16.2012 @ 9:21 am
she sitting on the park bench, with all her worldly posessions. Happy. A healthy reminder that not all that glimmers is gold and that life is good without all the material posessions we seem to think will make us happy.
» Posted By Jen On 01.14.2012 @ 9:11 pm
its hard to hide behind a smiling face, to conceal the fear held behind. Its hard to laugh when you want to cry, when you realise your life is a lie. How do you break free from a world, when its a place you don’t want to be? continue to hide, careful conceal.
» Posted By Jen On 01.13.2012 @ 3:17 am
The bubbles always used to tickle my nose. I’m not really sure how that happened, since it was always injested through my mouth. But there you have it, they did. Now, though, I have to drink that sparkling apple juice stuff. It just doesn’t seem to work the same way. Oh, there are bubbles, there’s just nothing parcticularly effervescent about the stuff.
» Posted By Jen On 01.02.2012 @ 2:39 pm
I carved the initial slowly into my skin. The blossoming pain made me suck in my breath and clench my eyes shut but I continued. It felt bizarre and yet I never wanted it to stop. I knew what I was doing and I loved it.
» Posted By Jen On 12.26.2011 @ 11:15 pm
I am flooded. By relief yesterday. By boredom (?) this morning. Maybe it’s not boredom. But suddenly, because I have so much free time, I’m not sure what to do with it. I could watch old cartoons, play games, read a book, but nothing seems particularly appealing. Everything is appealing but nothing I want to do specifically.
» Posted By Jen On 12.22.2011 @ 4:09 am
Thunder. An odd word to appear in winter time. I do love thunder and lightning, though. Especially when I’m inside. The dichotomy between the security of my room and the chaos of a storm is wonderful. Maybe it’s not real safety. But I love it.
» Posted By Jen On 12.19.2011 @ 4:09 pm
I have so many scars… on my knee. And mentally. More importantly, mentally. OK, I guess I’m being dramatic. It’s just that, after existing for 22 years, I feel like I’ve learned many lessons and if I could go back in time to change things and how I’ve acted, I would.
» Posted By Jen On 12.18.2011 @ 2:59 pm
I love taking photos. Not that I’m a professional photographer–sometimes I wish I were–but I enjoy snapping moments and preserving them forever. I wasn’t always like that… When you are taking photos, you can’t enjoy the moment as much. I used to live in the moment more and hated when people asked me to focus on other stuff. Oops, didn’t even mention panorama until now and went over time.
» Posted By Jen On 12.17.2011 @ 5:31 pm
I am beautiful. Always will be loved. Maybe sometimes never liked. But always highly regarded. I have a loving Knight and someday we’ll be happy ever after. I love him and he loves me.
» Posted By Jen On 12.13.2011 @ 2:18 am
I just watched a video about this. I saw the stars, the horizon, the sky… it’s all so beautiful and amazing. The sky is always breathtaking and it is such a huge expanse of color. :)
» Posted By Jen On 11.29.2011 @ 12:44 pm
When I was young I used to play marbles…well not really. I never learned the actual game of marbles. It was talked about in books and movies, but no one I knew really did know how to play the official game. We did “play” with marbles though. we used them in Chinese checkers and many other games. We sorted them by color, we sorted them by solids & tiger eyes.
» Posted By Jen On 11.28.2011 @ 9:28 am
what you need when you invent something that you dont want others to be able to profit from. originally i read patient and had to read it twice. oops. oh well. i want to have a patent one day on something great.
» Posted By jen On 11.09.2011 @ 10:18 am
the most beautiful time of the year. tragic and full of secrets. so much beauty from death yet so refreshing. mysterious. peace calm oneness. fright and bravery
» Posted By jen On 11.07.2011 @ 8:33 pm
love cherish happiness smothered ritual underappreciated dont stop i told you that already. retired rushing reproduce
» Posted By jen On 10.31.2011 @ 10:02 am
be still and the world will not see you. No one will notice how different you are, or that things you say seem strange. No one will stare at you or avoid you. be still and hold your tongue. be still. because creativity comes with pain.
» Posted By jen On 10.27.2011 @ 7:35 pm
I always give great advice, but rarely do I take it. Love, life and the pursuit of happiness. I tend to look to others for advice and yet they sometimes give me the same I’ve given them.
» Posted By Jen On 10.15.2011 @ 10:18 pm
A mystery, something no man can solve. Simple yet complex, unsolvable to all but the best at this game. Intellect is the most useful tool in this game, as well as observation :D
» Posted By Jen On 10.08.2011 @ 6:14 pm
The stupid thing that I have to teach in school that is where the story takes place. The setting is really important because where a person is defines who they are. This is something that I have been learning recently because I am realizing that if I live in Chicago I act differently than living anywhere else.
» Posted By Jen On 10.06.2011 @ 3:22 pm
I’m not really sure why this setting is so awful. I mean, yeah, there are hanging cantelopes on the ceiling and god only knows what kidn of diseases cantelopes carry these days, but something tells me it’s not that. Maybe in the future ill avoid cantelopes altogether, because i’m not really into teh whole dying thing. Also, they’re round, and round things scare me. It’s really because of the lack of definition, but sitll, they’re scary.
» Posted By jen On 10.06.2011 @ 1:35 pm
i todl you i warned you against going to the store. now look, you’ve got a gunshot wound and your turtle has done missing. what are you doing to do now? i knew this woudl happen. i knew it. how are you goign to replace the turtle?? oh nevermind about the blood, it will dry up. btw, i just bought a new turtle home, i guess i’ll have to return it now.
» Posted By Jen On 10.05.2011 @ 12:06 pm
Morality is a deeply personal thing. With the variety between us all, basic morality seems to unite us across time and space. There is a core level of understanding that is varied by experience. It is the ultimate expression of nature and nurture combined.
» Posted By Jen On 10.04.2011 @ 4:17 pm
I am standing on the edge of something greater than myself. There are eyes staring at me, beckoning, wondering, hoping, daring. They say nothing but they speak volumes, and I am standing alone on this precipice. It is like standing on the end of a diving board glancing down into a pool of lava, or snakes, or scalding hot water. I am on the edge. How do people live like this? My adrenaline is rushing.
» Posted By Jen On 10.02.2011 @ 4:14 pm
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When I met my husband 30 years ago, it was attraction at first sight. Our friendship and relationship turned out to be the most romantic one, I believe, in history, I kid you not!
» Posted By Jen On 09.30.2011 @ 7:44 pm