Comments Posted By danielle
Displaying 211 To 240 Of 806 Comments
The light faded away giving way to the warm dusk. Shadows covered the ground where I used to sit and think about the days when I would get out of this place. I dream of the twilight in another land.
» Posted By Danielle On 12.20.2011 @ 11:48 am
You can see all. Pan=all. Sometimes this is a blessing, sometimes it aches. Everything is overwhelming, nothing is underwhelming. Is ignorance really bliss?
» Posted By Danielle On 12.17.2011 @ 11:00 pm
That boy does not deserve me. He deserves 1000 times better. He deserves the whole world. He is so much better & by far more amazing than any person in this entire world. He is mere perfection. So he doesn’t deserve someone as low as me, he deserves more.
» Posted By Danielle On 12.05.2011 @ 8:17 pm
It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. It was the centerpiece of the room. His skin was a perfect amount of white. His lips a pale pink. His stubble coming in, forming a 5 o’clock shadow. It was pure beauty as I saw him smile at me from across the room.
» Posted By Danielle On 12.04.2011 @ 7:42 pm
I looked up at the skyline expecting so much more. All in sight was the color blue, but for some reason that’s all I had desired to see. I felt like if there was something more it would’ve been disappointing. So for me the skyline is where I go for peace.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.29.2011 @ 2:01 pm
The lights we dim, it was like a sunset at the beach, but a more desirable experience. We just laid there & enjoyed each other’s company. It was pure happiness & bliss. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was the best noise I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I swear it was like heaven on earth.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.28.2011 @ 6:15 pm
Beating, ripped out. Sometimes I stay in the darkness just to feel. To make sure my heart is alive. There can be beauty in pain. There can be salvation in death.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.16.2011 @ 11:48 am
To the left, not the right. Not the right, the wrong. Everything is wrong- nothing is as it was intended to be. We are separate, distant, trying to bridge the gap. Accomplished, but only for now.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.15.2011 @ 7:24 pm
A symphony of sounds surrounds me. Covered in music, buried in music, alive in music. There is nothing that can accomplish what music can, and that is the beauty of it. Music invigorates, sustains, stabs.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.14.2011 @ 10:17 pm
Don’t stand underneath- it will be the death of you. Sliding, sliding. Sharp and dangerous. Broken.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.12.2011 @ 8:08 pm
Positively satisfactory. Nothing left to the imagination. I know for sure this is the truth. No doubt.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.10.2011 @ 9:25 pm
pictures are prints
memories are prints
memories don’t last forever though. They fade, whither, burn up.
Destroying memories can be a hobby, can be a vice. Do you?
Do you live to forget?
Live to remember. Live to learn.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.09.2011 @ 8:17 pm
Originality is ensured. There can be no repeats, to copies, but pure creativity. Never stolen, never borrowed. But the system is flawed. Nothing is original. Everything is previously existing. Nothing is new and nothing is innovation.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.08.2011 @ 8:32 pm
is when the leaves turn colors and the air turns crisp. It’s when the one you love wraps their arms around you and never lets go. It feels like home. Autumn is serene and peaceful. Be aware of that change.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.08.2011 @ 7:30 am
The rain on my windshields tormented me the whole way home. I could hardly see the road. My thoughts were lost in her hair, her scent, her striped blouse that she had left in the backseat. I almost slammed into the car in front of me, but I woke up, hardly. That night the downpour continued relentlessly, tapping and scratching at my windowpane.
» Posted By Danielle On 11.04.2011 @ 4:53 pm
testing whether i can copy this after i write about epiphany. I have recently had an epiphany that others have blogs and I should have one too. I’m not sure what i will write about but it would be good to get my thoughts down in writing to keep track of things i’m learning through books, classes, at work, etc. Also general tech news updates. I could post to twitter and cace
» Posted By Danielle On 11.02.2011 @ 8:51 am
nothing comes to mind,
and how it felt to walk away.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.29.2011 @ 12:05 pm
artistry. I like to think that im an artist. I enjoy art. is artistry the art of art making. ooooh thats kinds of fancy. art is fun. shit am i being timed. how much time do i have left? what am i even doing? this is the longest minute ever! holy shit! whan can I stop is it going to make me write forever?? I have things to do! do i scroll down and stop….oops I think I’m suppose to be timing myself…haha
» Posted By Danielle On 10.26.2011 @ 3:21 pm
its hard to relate to people these days. im strugglin between plenty of different images that most just want me to conform to for the sake of relation. but id rather be irrelevant than complacent. well, its interesting that i say that because…im struggling in my own race to not be complacent. for once in my life i want to actually knoweverything i say i do. i want my heart to believe what my heart knows.. love, peace, beliefs, morals, the severed world of whats wrong and right. i need to know what i am a part of..i need to know what im made for. i love to write…and play but am i fooling my self…i am unrelateable. i am..unknown. im lied to by all even myself. and wow. this is one long minute…
» Posted By Danielle On 10.20.2011 @ 4:41 pm
As we lay in his toasty warm bed, our noses touched in bliss. His face was flawless. Our eyes interlocked and he leaned in to kiss me. The butterflies were mutual.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.18.2011 @ 7:55 pm
Sometimes I see you and I can’t help but wonder if what we feel is mutual or completely unrequited. I want you to feel the same way and every time I look at you I try to send those messages to your brain so that you will love me too.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.18.2011 @ 5:55 pm
how do I get another word?!!??!?!?
» Posted By Danielle On 10.17.2011 @ 10:42 pm
i am bored. looking out the classroom window I see the same old dusty asphalt, the half broken, leaning elm tree and the moldy playground set.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.17.2011 @ 10:35 pm
dark,dark forest and eyes glinting uder bushes, eyes glinting from tree tops. cold strange noises echoeing from dark places and the glint of reflected moonlight on sharp yellow teeth. I warned you, little red riding hood, not to go into the forest alone.
» Posted By danielle On 10.06.2011 @ 10:08 am
I almost fell off the edge of a mountain.It was a long fall.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.03.2011 @ 9:47 am
The edge makes me think of the brink of something, usually awesome. On the edge of a waterfall, a cliff, about to leap off of solid ground and try something new and amazing. Maybe you’ll fly and maybe you’ll fall but those seconds on the edge before you know, and when you go anyway are amazing.
» Posted By Danielle On 10.03.2011 @ 7:34 am
the way my boyfriend used to be when we first met. i’d never met someone so romantic before. he would write me the sweetest letters and say things that i’d never heard anyone say before…he’s italian, maybe that’s why. after i moved to italy we started having tons of problems, and he no longer acts that way with me. romantic..romance…something that fades…it can’t last, and we can’t expect it to last, but it’s nice while we have it, and it’s something that we won’t forget.
» Posted By danielle On 09.30.2011 @ 4:09 pm
school kids fun laughter monkey bars swings kick ball slides happieness sand dirt sunshine friends memories elementary schools merry go round play time recess
» Posted By danielle On 09.27.2011 @ 8:00 pm
Evidence. There is evidence in my face that I suffer from a broken heart. That I suffer from all the pain you caused me. It is clearly evident that I’m not over you. I want you to see that. I want you to miss me. I want you to see the evidence. The evidence that I love you still.
» Posted By Danielle On 09.26.2011 @ 11:26 am
Back To Stats Page
There was a port where a person meet an octupus. the octopus was rather friendly, not caring a whim in the world. He merely wanted to find his friend the squirll whom he had quarelled with earlier that morning. He wanted to find him and apologize, for he knew he was wrong in his actions
» Posted By Danielle On 09.22.2011 @ 5:21 pm