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clipped

he cut the newspaper article out last sunday, clipped the coupons in the shopping pages, and tried desperately to think of a way to organize his life like the neat piles of sorted coupons he was making.

» Posted By Selena On 09.09.2011 @ 9:35 pm

chance

so if i had the chance i think, i’d like to tell him just one thing. it’s not that kind of love we think. but more the kind where i don’t want to live without. not that i can’t, just that i don’t want to. would never choose to. but that’s not the kind of thing you just say. if the chance ever came i don’t think i’d have a choice, it would just spill out.

» Posted By Selena On 08.28.2011 @ 9:17 pm

the chance the choice, too many different ways to go. i’m indecisive to a fault. for myself- that too. but more for others. it’s their choice, their chance maybe or maybe not. so why should i be the one to decide? take the chance or not? it’s your life not mine. your chance, your choice.

» Posted By Selena On 08.28.2011 @ 9:11 pm

repeat

“And i keep hitting repeat-peat peat peat peat peat,” Selena Gomez finished her song and took a slight bow, her overly fluffy hair getting in her face in the process. “Thank you everybody!” she said waving her hands to the Asian crowd, going wild with pleasure.

» Posted By Selena On 08.17.2011 @ 7:54 am

thread

a thread can be of various colors and various materials, like nylon, rayon, polyester, cotton, etc.. a thread is used for making clothes. thread count sheets are also available and expensive but i never understood what the big deal about them was. a thread can be used as a great metaphor like a thread of love, a thread of understanding etc

» Posted By selena On 08.16.2011 @ 2:48 am

root

she stood rooted to the floor. her mind in places yesterday. eyes glassy out of focus her mouth hung slightly open.
he’d been watching her stand there from his seat at his terminal. waiting for her to move- it had been a while maybe ten minutes- no doubt infinitely longer or shorter in her mind.
as her head tilted just slightly to the left he mentally compared her to a confused puppy. he supposed puzzled was one way to see her expression, but he suspected she was mostly lost with a touch of uncertain melancholy. her roots were holding her back he concluded.

» Posted By Selena On 08.01.2011 @ 3:36 pm

thunder

one mississippi… two mississippi… the thunder crashed in the distance and the eyes of the little girl sitting in the window got bigger. her voice got softer, lower and deeper as she stared half-terrified and half in amazement at the clouds rolling in. one mississippi…

» Posted By Selena On 07.26.2011 @ 11:29 pm

lightening, loud, love the sounds, shakes the house, brings tension, but in a calming way without fear. power, i feel the strength of the worlds wonders in it and realize that there is more than just the humans on the earth’s surface.

» Posted By Selena On 07.26.2011 @ 8:27 pm

violet

violet eyes, violent disguise

» Posted By Selena On 07.21.2011 @ 6:02 pm

embraced

in war time she wrote, “my beloved…” dreaming of the moment it all will end in an embrace, if he ever returns.

» Posted By Selena On 06.13.2011 @ 5:01 pm

radio

i woke up to video killed the radio star. carried out my daily morning routine to get ready for school. the house was unsually quiet. it was a little stuffy in my room so i opened the window. silence. the chirps of the usualy breeds of birds were absent. the occasional car passing by never came. i peeked into my sisters room. she wasn’t there. i tore the blankets from the bed in disbelief. i stumbled to my moms room. gone. rang my neighbors door bells in panic. gone. called the police and all i heard on the phone was a disconnected dial tone…

» Posted By Selena On 06.03.2011 @ 12:12 pm

backpack

i have a backpack. a backpack full of secrets. in it i keep all the adventures i go on that my parents dont know about. ive been high. with guys that are older than me. but most importantly my true beliefs. i dont follow my parents. i develop my own. beleifs of love, creativity, and beauty in the world.

» Posted By Selena On 06.01.2011 @ 12:05 pm

mint

she was a natures child. lingered in the garden. harvesting and picking the herbs. basil, mint, lemongrass, and yarrow. carelessly barefooted standing in the dirt. breathing the fresh earthen air conciously and with love.

» Posted By Selena On 05.27.2011 @ 12:04 pm

torch

he ran his fingers over mine. then took my hand. he pulled me closer. his lips brushed against mine. and then… he kissed me. my heart quivered. his lingering scent filled my nose and my blood pulsed through my body like wildfire warming my skin like a torch.

» Posted By Selena On 05.26.2011 @ 10:10 am

pretzel

miniscule crystals make my mouth water. the crunch so satisfying. leaves your mouth dry as a desert. pretzels.

» Posted By Selena On 05.22.2011 @ 5:10 pm

thief

he told me i was a thief. i didn’t know what he was talking about. he told me i stole his heart. i told him id keep it safe. i thought we’d last forever. but we lasted a measly month. my first love broke my heart. he is forever a part of me even though i hate him for it.

» Posted By Selena On 05.23.2011 @ 12:02 pm

domestic

he laid against the cold brick building. a cardboard box as a cushion. the cold wet environment breaking the barrier of just a ripped flanel shirt. meow. a domestic cat. the homeless man’s only form of a companion.

» Posted By Selena On 05.20.2011 @ 11:54 am

mole

i am sitting in the grass pensively examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer

» Posted By Selena On 05.18.2011 @ 5:08 pm

i am sitting in the grass examining the mole on my knee that is tucked up to my chest. the itchy grass that is slightly wet is in between my toes. the aftertaste of a fresh watermelon is on my tongue. and a slight breeze stirs my hair. the all knowing brazen sun warms my skin as i sit in this moment of summer.

» Posted By Selena On 05.18.2011 @ 5:06 pm

tempted

tempted. me. im a shy person. i am drowned in a sea of people everyday. walking from class to class in a daze. they speak. i murmer. they laugh. i seldom smile. i am tempted to say something. anything. although i never know what to say. sometimes i wonder if theres something wrong with me and everyone else is normal. either way i am tempted.

» Posted By Selena On 05.17.2011 @ 11:53 am

curious

curious. a main word to descirbe me. a thirst, a need to uncover the hidden. the virgin path untouched by foot. to tthe degree that i look behind me to see my wet footprint on the dry cement sidewalk after i’ve stepped in a puddle. like a child who constantly asks his mommy simple questions. to the degree that i spend hours upon hours reading a good book because i just HAVE to read whats on the next page. the roughness of the paper on my fingers excites me.

» Posted By Selena On 05.16.2011 @ 12:05 pm

forgotten

forgotten. the feeling i absolutely despise has now flooding into my body. burning, pulsing inside my blood vessels. i want to scream but my voice is too weak. no one will hear. no one will care. i want to cry but my distress has used up all the salt in my body. alone. abandoned. forgotten.

» Posted By Selena On 05.15.2011 @ 12:25 pm

vodka

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vodka. i came home from the party. my breath smelled like whipped cream flavored vodka and the tic tacs i used to cover it up. i tiptoed through the living room and laid one foot on the first stair. all the while, my head is spinning. i was stupid enough to think my dad would never find out. i put my weight foward to continue up the steps. “Melanie Ann Adams! You are in SO much trouble young lady.”
I hate my middle name.
Thoughts are clinking and bumping around in my head and i can’t think straight.
Great. my teenage life is over.
one wild party it was.

» Posted By Selena On 05.14.2011 @ 3:15 pm

vodka. i came home from the party. my breath smelled like whipped cream flavored vodka and the tic tacs i used to cover it up. i tiptoed through the living room and laid one foot on the first stair. all the while, my head is spinning. i was stupid enough to think my dad would never find out. i put my weight foward to continue up the steps. “Melanie Ann Adams! You are in SO much trouble young lady.”
Thoughts are clinking and bumping around in my head and i can’t think straight.
“Oh shit. My teenage life is over.”
Haha it was one wild party.

» Posted By Selena On 05.14.2011 @ 3:12 pm

wasteland

wasteland. an empty, filthy, waste of land. a dumping ground for undesired objects where rats roam and birds peck. a burden the earth must carry because of the humans, the inconsiderate, blind humans. their hearts void of any knowledge that they only have one earth. that they are killing it, with every rev of the engine. every plastic wrapper just thrown on the ground that doesn’t belong. disgusting.

» Posted By Selena On 05.14.2011 @ 8:18 am

deadbolt

I have no idea what this means. However, I am sure if I put it together, I could figure it out. Dead means death, and bolt equals lightning. Death – Lightning! That’s so awesome! So awesome!!! So death lightning kills things?! SOO EPIC!

» Posted By selena On 04.28.2011 @ 9:49 pm

intersection

the place at the end of the road. only three directions left to go- the other blocked and being destroyed.

» Posted By Selena On 04.25.2011 @ 8:03 pm

puzzled

life– life is one big puzzle. I am an accounting major… that makes me think of puzzles… haha

» Posted By Selena On 04.24.2011 @ 7:54 pm

iron

iron bars… the old iron town. she lived in an old factory town. rundown- seen it’s better day. it was a strange place where the unexplained happened. like that day, near sundown, when she was walking home and heard the shrieking. a man was holding the woman up against the iron barred gate. it wasn’t what she thought it was at first though. because the woman’s hands were burning- the ones she held against the bars to keep the rest of herself away from them. the bars burned lines through her face pressed against them; left red angry scars on her hands and cheeks where her tears ran down. her skin melted away and the iron was red as if hot. she screamed and shouted awful things to him but the man just held her there. he told her calmly over the shrieking protests that her kind wasn’t wanted there and that she had been warned- they all had all been warned and it was not to happen again or the consequences would be more severe. the girl that had seen it all stood there, in shock at first then silent acceptance. then she turned and walked away. she had seen stranger things in this old town after all.

» Posted By Selena On 04.23.2011 @ 8:02 pm

foreign

step on the beach. white sands cover my feet. the water cold. so cold the sea. it’s greener than i expected. this far place from home. the white buildings along the hills. the sun. the green. the water. so cold. the sun. so hot.
this all so foreign. and all so… not. it could be home i think.

» Posted By Selena On 04.21.2011 @ 10:17 pm

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