Comments Posted By Mae

Displaying 61 To 90 Of 138 Comments


desert a lot like dessert but not as sweet. just dry and crunchy, like an overcooked dessert. maybe if someone spent a day on the desert they would appreciate more. a day alone on a desert should slap some people right into shape

» Posted By Mae On 12.28.2011 @ 3:09 pm


she slammed the door and all i could do was slouch on our couch. the world stood still. all but our clock which ticked boomingly on the wall reminding me of the silence i would endure until she returned. tick, tick, boom.

» Posted By mae On 12.01.2011 @ 8:09 pm


The museum was dark, eerie, making my skin creep up my arm. Statues covered in dust stared down at me in the darkness.
“Hello?” I spoke quietly trying not to disturb anyone.

» Posted By Mae On 11.26.2011 @ 7:30 pm


beginning. isn’t every moment a new beginning? can’t you decide to begin something right now?.. or now? can’t you change your life, begin your life at any time you’d like? it’s funny- and kind of liberating to think of beginning. endless opportunities.

» Posted By mae On 11.11.2011 @ 1:35 pm


patent. do you ever wish you could patent some things as your own? not so much so that no one else could have them, but so that you could be sure they were your’s to keep. i’d patent happiness, love, peace, patience, comfort, laughter…

» Posted By mae On 11.08.2011 @ 2:55 pm


autumn leaves are falling, just like all our smiles. our tans they fade, our feelings sway. and the sky is getting darker.

» Posted By mae On 11.07.2011 @ 6:11 pm


The rain comes lightly at first. It’s a funny thing to see the drizzle but not necessarily feeling it. Then the wet sinks through your shoes.You become more and more aware as your vision blurs. You start to comprehend what’s going on and it hurts. First pricking your toes, then heels, ankles, and even head. Next thing you know, it’s a downpour. Life seems to happen that way.

» Posted By mae On 11.04.2011 @ 5:08 pm


As I walked under the old, dark, historic archway, and the “click-click-click” of my $49 cow-girl inspired boots echoed off each brick, an epiphany resounded in the cubicles of my mind.

» Posted By Mae On 11.02.2011 @ 6:20 am


The comfort of winter, the coldness completely countered with the warmth of a blanket and coco. hugging a significant other or a pet sitting by the fire and dreaming of summer. it’s comforting to be so surrounded by cold white and having a warm nook to settle in.

» Posted By Mae On 10.23.2011 @ 10:10 am


My eyes glanced over at his face, surrounded by the hood of his jacket which was protecting his face from the cold. With a twinkle from the street lights bouncing in and through out his dark marbled eyes, he caught my light green ones before I could escape the lock of my gaze. He reached down, removing his hand from the warm cave that was his pocket, and let it find mine hanging in the midst of the crisp fall air. We exchanged a look and a smirk that silently said, “Don’t you worry, the feeling is mutual, and I am right here”.

» Posted By Mae On 10.18.2011 @ 5:39 pm


life. gone so quick. purpose is a mystery and everything else along with it. love, happiness, anger, jealousy, all a mystery. think about it. nothing makes sense which is why it is all so interesting to deal with.

» Posted By Mae On 10.08.2011 @ 9:42 pm


My brother ran down the stairs, nearly tripping on the cape behind him. I called for him to slow down, but he never listens. This is his favorite holiday, Halloween and he is dressed up the same as the same thing he always is. Twenty-five years old and he still dresses like a Jedi Knight and goes door to door calling, “May the force be with you.”

» Posted By Mae On 08.25.2011 @ 2:52 pm


Rain began to fall, slowly at first, then gaining speed as it continued. Instantly, she was soaked. Aloud, she gave a groan. This did not help her mood. She reached for her umbrella, but it was caught. Again, she gave a cry of frustration. Her eyes fell downcast just as a shadow fell over her. A smiling man held out his umbrella for her to have.

» Posted By Mae On 08.24.2011 @ 7:08 pm


the thread of life was a tiny thing. it could break witht he simpliest movement yet it could be strengthened if someone added another thread. life is curious, isn’t it?

» Posted By Mae On 08.15.2011 @ 5:28 pm


near i can hear it in my ear and I fear that if I leave here i will never come back.

» Posted By Mae On 08.13.2011 @ 8:57 pm


To discover means to find something. Just something. Anything. extraordinary or not. The discovery could be grand and bold and you could be famous, or it could go unnoticed.

» Posted By Mae On 08.12.2011 @ 9:19 pm

The discovery of many things always leads to the biggest adventures. In fact it is not possible to discover things that without a adventure. Adventures are awesome journeys that helps one live the perfect life.

» Posted By Mae On 08.12.2011 @ 5:52 pm


I always wanted to learn how to drive.The only person who I thought could teach me driving lessons, my dad, turned out to be the worst teacher! He kept getting mad and was very impatient. so,till now, im

» Posted By Mae On 08.10.2011 @ 1:10 am

i drive too fast. driving helps to clear my head, and i love driving with my windows down, wind blowing through the car and my speakers up as loud as they can go. i don’t give a damn if i look like a fool, because i will rock out as much and as often as i want. driving puts you in a power position. driving puts you in charge of other peoples lives, and i don’t think everyone is necessarily ready for that responsibility.

» Posted By mae On 08.10.2011 @ 12:29 am


brick red.
brick wall.
hitting a wall.
it takes a million little things to make up one big thing, like bricks on a wall.
i love my old brick building, peeling paint and all.
it’s all about the little things.

» Posted By mae On 08.08.2011 @ 9:36 pm


Whenever I get a straw, Miles knows it. He loves to play with straws so I just get him his own. It’s a bonus if I dip it in the chocolate milk first though. MMMMM! says the cat.

» Posted By Mae On 07.11.2011 @ 7:15 pm


To wake up in the morning and hope something will be different. That something will change. That maybe you’ll be inspired to paint or create something, or to work out or meet some one new. For some one to invite you out or to confess they love you too. To live each day expecting and never doing. What will come of that?

» Posted By Mae On 07.09.2011 @ 3:06 pm


she held him in her arms, holding him to her as carefully as possible, but with the feeling of never wanting to let him go ever again. she was his now and he was hers and it had finally happened. she got her doctor. she got the one that could love her unconditionally and wouldn’t run off without her and leave her alone again.

» Posted By mae On 06.19.2011 @ 8:49 pm


i spend most minutes wondering over you. anything about you. usually i wonder if you miss me too. i wonder what you are doing and what you would be doing if i was there. i wonder if you still love me. if you are still waiting for me. if you ever remember me. i wonder if you wonder about me too.

» Posted By mae On 06.17.2011 @ 2:19 pm


So heavy a sack, breaking my back, big and it’s black, I just can’t hack, this backpack.

» Posted By Mae On 06.01.2011 @ 3:37 pm


Wayne had the coolest damn sideburns around! He was a great guy and honestly, there is no one else that was ever able to pull off such crazy facial hair styles as he did. Luke look’s great with a wild cave man’s beard, but only Wayne could pull off the thick, heavy rock sideburns.

» Posted By mae On 05.29.2011 @ 4:16 pm


The hardest thing about despair is not knowing how to deal with it. It is one of those things that can either tear you apart at the seams or make you a stronger person, who holds their head up high and walks with grace. Sadly, I’m one that can’t deal with it.

» Posted By Mae On 05.29.2011 @ 9:11 am


I slid into the cool, sticky booth that was upholstered with warn black fabric, trying it’s hardest to imitate fine leather and look some what presentable in this town of glamor. I wanted to comfort it by whispering it needed not try so hard; it’s vintage yelp was timeless and just as accepted, if not even more rightfully belonging.

» Posted By Mae On 05.25.2011 @ 11:40 am


he came in the middle of july. the air was hot and dense with humidity and longing and hurt. he came, and he took what he needed. what he wanted. he grabbed at whatever he could find. the easiest most obvious things. my jewels, my clothes, my belief in certain things such as love and charity. he took my caring and doting and smothering. he took my glances and touches. my worries and hopes. he snatched everything in sight up. but he missed my most valuable possession. my most hidden and prized. my deepest pocket remained untouched. he left my heart.

» Posted By mae On 05.23.2011 @ 1:03 pm


we are sitting at the table awaiting the aromas from the other room to materalize as edible portions before us. a clatter of pans erupts and muffled curse. our ears prick up but we make no move to help. our bodies are glued to our chairs from anticipation. it was father’s birthday and mother had promised a genorous feast of the most gourmet kind. she brought the main dish our covered. behind her followed the servents with various delicious smelling dishes. our eyes wandered and lustfully followed the plates as our mouths watered. mother beamed as she placed the main event in front of father. “here you are dear, happy birthday.” we were warm, and happy, and without a care.

» Posted By mae On 05.20.2011 @ 2:46 pm

«« Back To Stats Page