Comments Posted By Sophia
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In my professional opinion, professionals are not the only people with brilliant ideas. Many younger, more intelligent people have been found to know more than professionals.
» Posted By sophia On 03.05.2012 @ 2:43 pm
what happened those years ago? what secrets circulate in the air? it’s as if the town was a secret association you can only join by birth. it’s a cult. a mystery.
» Posted By sophia On 03.04.2012 @ 4:50 pm
nwot. what’s a town backwards. secrets. i think they have secrets cities could never understand, right? don’t you think so? they have mysteries – between friends and cousins.
» Posted By sophia On 03.04.2012 @ 4:49 pm
cool morning breeze. Boston, autumn leaves. Peacoats, scarves, seeing your breath as you breathe. Orange, brown, stepping on crunchy leaves. Pale skin with red cheeks. Happiness.
» Posted By Sophia On 01.13.2012 @ 6:20 pm
cool morning breeze. Boston, autumn leaves. Peacoats, scarves, seeing your breath as you breathe. Orange, brown, stepping on crunchy leaves. Pale skin with red cheeks. Happiness
» Posted By Sophia On 01.13.2012 @ 6:19 pm
what is it… i don´t know… i think these things on the head of an animal… well , i have to improve my english….
» Posted By Sophia On 01.05.2012 @ 3:17 am
Riots are a way of expressing yourself. But be careful because sometimes while expressing yourself you can harm those around you.
Also listen to the album Riots by Paramore
» Posted By Sophia On 10.28.2011 @ 4:00 pm
when i write, i dont feel anything. all i feel is bullshit running out of my mouth. the same story you have. a release of emotion, but nothing with meaning. is that artistry? what do i have to do to feel like a real artist? when i draw, i see nothing. the same thing. an eyeball, a fucking peace sign. nothing new. you’ve drawn the same things. that’s not artistry.
» Posted By Sophia On 10.27.2011 @ 3:05 am
That cold spring night I heard a laughing voice out side my dorm . When I looked out the window I saw a lump in the grass. I looked closer and i realized it was the body of Marisa, my best freind.
» Posted By Sophia On 10.12.2011 @ 4:36 pm
half and half , coffee cream and artists in black hats at slam poetry joints; they sing of smoky blue jazz and light up corners with candle rays. half of you are biased, bi-partisanship can never lead to natures one, we lie in man’s metal and forget of the greater good.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.29.2011 @ 4:00 pm
I guide her across the river, across the airy footsteps she’d left behind previously, indentations into a free-flowing liquid that was as ready to celebrate as was she.
As she was ready to celebrate the dying day.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.19.2011 @ 7:24 pm
in third grade we learned about trade winds and doldrums. i still couldn’t tell you the definition of either, but i like to think that they’re something beautiful. doldrums sound percussive, trade winds are just that – wind. and that is all there is.
» Posted By sophia On 09.12.2011 @ 1:14 pm
The silence was clipped, sliced at the perfect moment. The large figure flew through the trees, consigned to them without proper wings, and as it leaped to take that last climb, the boom reverberated, echoing, and it fell to the bottom of the valley.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.10.2011 @ 9:45 am
when i was younger there was a set of monkey bars at the playground of my school. i would climb on top and feel higher than the stars, until i looked down and found the ground only a few feet away. it was then that i discovered disappointment.
» Posted By sophia On 09.08.2011 @ 11:53 am
She was just an insect, totally deserving of some sort of insecticidal gas. Manipulable and easily squashed.
It would probably be easier if she were just nothing. People don’t feel anything about nothing.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.06.2011 @ 9:39 pm
Hundreds of legs. Hundred of tiny things, like the tip of a toothpick, wiggling, crawling, urinating on your skin, festering, multiplying, conjugating like rabbits, stealing your fear, feasting on your fear, pricking you if you dare to move.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.05.2011 @ 4:53 pm
Division A1494 stood like a rotting carcass at the top of the hill, with bats bleeding through the windows, dying.
The new division wasn’t new, after all. It was just reopened.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.04.2011 @ 7:30 pm
It was an avalanche. Sand.. Crystals. The brain’s chemical ambiguities, desire. What does it earn you, to be more than sweet?
It is the chance to drown without water.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.02.2011 @ 12:55 pm
There was a cloying, spongy mist that threatened to encase her, and with trembling, hysterical hands, she began slapping at it, as if somehow it would be afraid.
» Posted By Sophia On 09.01.2011 @ 11:45 am
The avenue was capsized, with wet towel cars strung upon trees, one-legged and two-legged people hung upon building edges as beaming lanterns, and children fallen to the ground as shoes.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.31.2011 @ 5:52 pm
“To what I do owe pleasure?” she asked, leisurely sitting down as if she had everything to offer.
He only stared. “I believe the question is, ‘how can I serve thee?'”
» Posted By Sophia On 08.30.2011 @ 8:16 pm
She was security, his secretary. The difference didn’t register to him, while only a poison image of the damn secretary festered in his brain. Who was she, this woman?
» Posted By Sophia On 08.27.2011 @ 7:35 pm
Her words were a weapon of mass destruction. They shattered through air particles, slicing through reverberations of sound that could have been otherwise construed as decent.
They were her deadly vice.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.26.2011 @ 12:55 pm
sinking, lower and lower into the depths of the ocean. down, down, down, until blackness enelops everything including your imagination to think of anything but darknes.
» Posted By sophia On 08.22.2011 @ 4:09 pm
Importing and exporting goods from different countries. I use my friends and family for transportation. I need to find my own form of transportation. I need a car. I need a job. I need a life. That is all.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.20.2011 @ 11:23 pm
bus ich denke es ist wichtig im winter hasse ich mit dem bus zur schule zu fahren es ist dunkel die neonlichter scheinen, ich muss stehen und es ist kalt ich mach bald meinen führerschein und dann einen roadtrip mit passi durch die usa mit guter music (best day ever) – sonne
» Posted By Sophia On 08.20.2011 @ 1:13 pm
It’s big eyes in the headlights and then crash crash crash it’s dead. She said she wanted to shoot it, but I think she’s sorry now, now that’s it’s pretty, lithe, brown little body is all ugly and red and twisted around itself.
Deer are kind of like elusive little breaths of forest air.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.18.2011 @ 7:57 pm
you can succeed anything you want as long as you believe in yourself. Succeeding makes your life easier you get taught life lessons by succeeding and you feel happy after. You feel relieved. To succeed you just need to believe.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.17.2011 @ 4:36 pm
over and over and over again i do the same exercise. the same pattern. the same troublesome actions i get yelled at for. songs can do this on the radio and it drives me nuts, but when drops of water do it its lovely
» Posted By Sophia On 08.16.2011 @ 9:28 pm
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Sewing is really hard in my case, especially trying to thread the string through the needle. I wish I knew how to work a sewing machine so i don’t have to deal with that devilish thread.
» Posted By Sophia On 08.15.2011 @ 11:51 pm