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severe is one of those funny words
an elephant in the room
an allegory of the dictionary
her one story is his another
he will exclaim severe!
but she is calm
and will not understand
» Posted By Noelle On 04.13.2011 @ 1:59 pm
my bookshelf is a river
of many fish
of roth, of mitchell, of camus
they float away
then swim back again
right now i feel marquez
jiggling between my toes
» Posted By Noelle On 04.11.2011 @ 1:29 pm
what one might call a strength
it is mine, so exclusive,
it is mine, but for me
this strength, far from radical
this impossible, mystical strength
can i give it away?
» Posted By Noelle On 04.06.2011 @ 9:00 am
plans have taken over my lists. plans for the future. plans for my life. plans. children. sometimes i feel like i’m drowning in these plans. am i really going to grow up or will these things always be plans? things long lost in the future. pushed away to the furthest points of my hopes and dreams?
» Posted By Noelle On 04.03.2011 @ 8:17 pm
the rhythms have changed
despite my protests –
every thing has remained
my mind is void of memories
ones i cannot tell you
since i can’t remember
i’ve been hit
a concussion has stolen
things i am not willing
» Posted By Noelle On 03.24.2011 @ 5:56 am
this approach seems wrong
on paper, it is right
written a while past
it was meant to be right
but now it is all moving
and the approach is not here
my head still hurts
and this approach will make it stop
like a high dose of tylenol
but when i wake up again
stuck in time
just another tylenol to shut it away
it will not be long until i hurt again
with this approach
hide the pain, no
» Posted By Noelle On 03.22.2011 @ 12:25 pm
roll me a blunt
and let my mind wander
it’s been a while
i have been avoiding
i have been scared
what i will think
what might come to mind
from what i want
» Posted By Noelle On 03.14.2011 @ 3:30 pm
i have a magic wand
that you just can’t see
you beat me with words
you insult me with punches
if you could see
my magic wand
i can’t show it to you
i won’t tell you about it
i don’t want you to hate me
or like me
because i have a magic wand
» Posted By Noelle On 03.13.2011 @ 6:21 pm
obsessed with you
from the beginning, you have only lured me
at first, my obsession was merely
what i knew to do
but now a deeper catalyst has arose
i am obsessed with the way you make my lips curl
your stink is obsessive
» Posted By Noelle On 03.12.2011 @ 7:18 pm
the scarves have me
under their hold, their pull, their tug
spiny fingers, soft skin, scratchy tags
they are holding my neck, clinging,
they cling because they want me
or because they want me to feel pain
the scarves have me
keeping me from bitterness
keeping me to themselves
» Posted By Noelle On 03.12.2011 @ 6:22 am
i love playing cards but i hate responding to cards. i think paying $5 dollars for a card is ridiculous. I’d rather tell the person how I feel about them instead of giving them a commercialized piece of paper.
» Posted By Noelle On 02.19.2011 @ 4:08 pm
photography is done in a darkroom. that is where i spent some of my days in high school. they remind me of lazy afternoons in the swamp. lomos, 35mm and love. darkrooms also smell of acids and potential creeping; who knows who’s lurking. i wish i was 15 or better at photography -_-
» Posted By Noelle On 02.02.2011 @ 9:27 am
peanut butter and jelly
jelly and jam
i watched my mom make jelly when i was a kid
sometimes we ran out of gelatin and she was frustrated because the store never carried enough of it.
but somehow we always ended up with lots and lots of strawberry jelly.
» Posted By noelle On 01.31.2011 @ 9:57 pm
“lean on me,” i said as she finally reached a silence. everything had suddenly become so desperate. her life was falling to pieces and she had no where to go, no one to just be there, no one to listen. so i would become that person. i was now her person to lean on, because that’s just what i do.
» Posted By Noelle On 01.29.2011 @ 10:21 pm
dropped. let go. forgotten. so many different ways to phrase it, but they all meant the same thing. they all meant that the same thing had happened to her… again. she was just dropped by someone else, like she was nothing, like she didn’t matter. she knew that some day it would stop, and she just had to keep trying. one day she would find someone that wouldn’t drop her. wouldn’t leave her. but until then… the dropping won’t stop.
» Posted By noelle On 01.28.2011 @ 6:30 pm
you can flip through a cookbook and find a recipe for pretty much anything you want to make. why doesn’t life have recipes? for happiness, for success, for love, for money, for relationships, for destruction, for creating. for anything. we’re left to amble along and find our way without even a hint. no lists of ingredients, no explicit directions, no recipes.
» Posted By Noelle On 01.18.2011 @ 10:04 pm
i love to cook. i’m the kind of cook who if i have all the ingredients and tools and the recipe, i can follow the recipe and it comes out perfect. it’s easy. but i can’t just make up stuff of the top of my head, or even really remember recipes that well. it has to be in front of me. but if i have it in front of me, i can be an amazing cook.
» Posted By Noelle On 01.18.2011 @ 9:48 pm
i played soccer when i was little. my sister did, too. we were on the same recreational team for a good few years. and we were a good team. she went out for the school team when i didn’t, because i knew i wasn’t that good of a player. i found out later from her that the reason the coach wanted me on the team wasn’t just cuz my sister was the best goalie ever, but because she’d told him that i played hard to make up for the fact that i wasn’t actually a very good player.
» Posted By noelle On 01.17.2011 @ 5:48 pm
things drain. energy. water. life. it drains away. slowly but surely. it’s like water after a bath when you pull the plug, forming a vortex or a maelstrom as it spirals away from you.
» Posted By noelle On 01.17.2011 @ 1:56 am
adding a new edition to the house. john will love it.
» Posted By noelle On 01.15.2011 @ 9:20 pm
The store was closed. 3 hours of waiting and it was closed.
But thats just life. You can work as hard as possible but luck still plays a factor. Things can still be closed. Everything can crash.
But that doesn’t mean you should stop trying. Someday that door will be open. Someday, luck will be on your side.
It won’t be closed.
» Posted By Noelle On 11.27.2010 @ 7:09 pm
She closed the door behind her and he could here her turning the key. She was pressed up against the wall outside of it breathing and thinking. Waiting to hear the dead bolt on the other side turn slowly over like she would in her sleep right before he threw his arms around her. Right before they would fall into extascy.
» Posted By Noelle On 11.27.2010 @ 12:51 pm
I can’t go past certain buildings without thinking of memories. memories that happened in around or near that building. For example: my ex-boyfriend, DJ Tice, lives in this old house just outside of downtown *city name here*, whenever I go past it i remember all the times i walked there with him at lunch and all the stupidly fun times we’ve had at his house. It’s sort of sad, you know? Seeing what once was, and knowing it can never be that again. Or at least not the same as it was.
» Posted By Noelle On 10.04.2010 @ 9:35 pm
Stories of lives, predicting the future sometimes, but mostly re-itterating the past.
» Posted By Noelle On 10.03.2010 @ 2:23 pm
when you standing in one place for a long time. you are standing there in the past tense, and then you sit down, but you stood a mintue ago.
» Posted By Noelle On 08.20.2010 @ 6:19 am
the smell of leather fills the air. It has its own distinct smell…like tires or strawberries. Leather reminds me of my days at camp; riding horses and smelling the fresh pine air mixed with leather saddles. I love the country and everything about it.
» Posted By Noelle On 05.31.2010 @ 12:54 am
The industry of music is a complex one. there are many people who try to run it & sometimes fail. there are musicians, tech guys, and merch guys. a lot goes into the music industry, more so than one would think. It is also difficult to make a big impact on this industry.
» Posted By Noelle On 04.28.2010 @ 10:08 pm
makes me think of wiccan. but no, it’s a basket. woven. i wish i had outdoor furniture that was nice to sit on and didn’t get dirty and a rumbling fire pit in the fall, which of course is the best season.
» Posted By noelle On 04.22.2010 @ 11:46 am
i hope to be well when i wake in the morning. in fact i hope to wake at all in the morning. i fear waking up sick and not accomplishing the things i look forward too. fear.
» Posted By noelle On 05.02.2009 @ 10:50 pm
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once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. but, nobody knew how beautiful she was because she was locked in a tower high above the kingdom. one day, the frog prince decided to go and save her. he climbed the tower for days and days and finally found her. instead of saving her, he found he was locked in the tower too, but at least they were together.
» Posted By noelle On 01.24.2009 @ 8:08 pm