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fuck i cant beleive ipods arent self aware yet. its a shame, id love to die while listening to my Trip-Hop Playlist.
» Posted By J On 03.23.2010 @ 9:03 am
runway. jetison. the way to make it to our dreams. the way we get from here to there. we take off and we are on our way to meet our hopes and dreams, our loves ones and uncertainty. it’s thrilling and exhilirating all at the same time. where will you end up?
» Posted By j On 03.26.2010 @ 11:06 am
clips. holding hair back. holding papers together. holding. hands holding. people holding. together. stay together. don’t leave yet, just a little longer. stay together.
» Posted By J On 10.31.2009 @ 1:03 pm
Arrows are pointed missiles shot from a bow, usually having a tip made of stone or metal with a fin for guidance in the back.
» Posted By J On 10.31.2009 @ 6:45 am
The arrow missed the target and went straight into the waters.
Why don’t they stop.
» Posted By j On 10.31.2009 @ 1:33 am
scissor cut paper and clothing.scissors are also used for stabbing although this can at some points be awkward as that is not their original purpose or design.in additions scissors were the first thing created
» Posted By j On 10.29.2009 @ 12:15 pm
» Posted By j On 10.29.2009 @ 10:40 am
i love shoes they really make decisions on how we look at ppl for us …… we try to identify who we are dealing with by the shoes they are wearing ….. it fascinates me. i am always undecided as to how i feel about them…. they are so ambiguious to me ….. one never knows if they are ugly or cool …because its all about fashion and fashion is quite frankly ridiculous .
» Posted By j On 10.29.2009 @ 6:10 am
the microphone is on. you breath in. a single bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face in the bright heat of the stage lights. You feel as if everyone can hear you breathing into that small metal contraption. there’s a moment you take to squint your eyes to see if you can see your mom waving in the back and then you let go and sing a note and land it across the room hoping people understand it.
» Posted By j On 10.27.2009 @ 4:43 pm
Paper cranes. Fold them over and over again. If I fold a thousand, you won’t be dead.
» Posted By J On 10.25.2009 @ 2:13 pm
the cranes are beautiful. i dont even know what im typing because i havent written anything in so very long, but i used to be quite good. at writing, i mean. i don’t know what happened really. something did. i think of the cranes in the botanical gardens in brooklyn, my home. tha is nostalgia, a real chunk of it. they were beautiful, and they congregated and floated past the little red bridge.
» Posted By j On 10.24.2009 @ 9:07 pm
I open my phone, and stare. I’m locked in place. I do not know how to proceed. All I want is to press these buttons. I want to hear your voice on the other side of this phone, but I can’t make my fingers dial.
» Posted By J On 10.21.2009 @ 7:14 pm
» Posted By j On 10.21.2009 @ 11:16 am
I sit in the stall, awaiting the deposit to fall. I think about the day, wondering if I’m making the right choices. I wonder if the future holds all the joys and wonders I hoping for. I sit here thinking for a while, and then its done. I emerge from this stall, my cage of thought, and face the world again.
» Posted By J On 10.20.2009 @ 10:05 pm
I dont like to stall. It makes me feel as though I hiding something. Unless it is my car that I stalling. That makes me feel exposed. Strange, isn’t it? That one word can make you feel both hidden and exposed? Both guilty and embarassed? Well, I guess a lot of things can make you feel guilty and embarassed.
» Posted By J On 10.20.2009 @ 9:43 pm
caring is sharing i was always taught. you give and you get and receiving gifts is always fun. The feeling of love wrapped around you is easy to give and it shows that you care even through simple things like giving someone a hug or smiling to someone on your way to work. Care and others will care with you.
» Posted By j On 10.17.2009 @ 5:08 pm
why do we need permission to do stuff? we should be allowed to do whatever we want. but not really, because if people could do whatever they wanted to do there would be chaos everywhere. but, i do believe that if someone really wants to do something they wont wait for permission to do it.
» Posted By J On 10.16.2009 @ 10:46 pm
The forest was dark, and clouds blocked the moon. Without his flashlight he would be lost. He wondered if she would be able to find her way to him. As he swept the light back adn forth over the rocks and trees, he nearly missed her. She was leaning on a giant bolder, she was wearing lipstick and a low cut top, he had never seen her like this. As he moved towards her, the flashlight began to blink on and off, showing her in a stobe light. Eventually the light went out completely, them to find each other by other means.
» Posted By J On 02.19.2010 @ 11:41 am
I shone the flashlight right into her eyes, and in that moment, I could see into her soul. I could see everything she felt. And I was so relieved. I could see that she loved me too, that she was afraid of what that meant, that she felt exactly what I felt.
» Posted By j On 02.19.2010 @ 11:39 am
I want to spoon you. That’s all I want, is to cuddle. But you’re getting cozy next to her, shattering my heart without knowing the damage you are doing.
» Posted By j On 02.18.2010 @ 8:47 am
I slipped him the cash as he put the coke in my hand. It had gotten to the point that this was just a normal part of my day. I no longer felt nervous or paranoid, it was just something I had to do, like eating or pissing.
» Posted By j On 02.16.2010 @ 11:56 am
Goldfinger, that’s what this knife is called. He gave it to me to protect myself, but I don’t like to carry it. If anyone caught me with Goldfinger, I could be arrested. But would it not be better to get arrested for carrying a weapon than to die for not?
» Posted By j On 02.15.2010 @ 11:30 am
I run my finger along the blade. The knife will not stay closed in my pocket. I feel safe carrying it, but also a little scared. This blade could save my life by destroying someone else’s.
» Posted By j On 02.15.2010 @ 11:27 am
Her delicate petals hang softly in the summer air. Crimson and white she is a queen in her prime.
» Posted By j On 02.14.2010 @ 6:59 am
A tomato came flying through the air and hit me in the face. It didn’t smush; it just bounced off like an under-filled water balloon. I knew all too well that soon avocados would begin flying, then cabbages and artichokes.
» Posted By j On 02.10.2010 @ 12:56 pm
I locked my keys in my room last night. I didn’t mind. I was just waiting for a reason to leave. I took what I had with me, and began to walk away, to anywhere I wanted to go.
» Posted By j On 02.09.2010 @ 12:14 pm
Checks. Checkmarks, checkbooks. Checkers. Check yourself in the mirror. Got it? Check.
» Posted By j On 02.07.2010 @ 11:47 am
loss of something or someone valuable is something quite painful to admit, especially to ourselves. it is true that we may not appreciate something or someone till it is gone.
» Posted By j On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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my timing has proven to be off for most of my life, never quite working the way I anticipated. Perfect timing requires patience and diligence – the ability to wait for the right thing at the right time.
» Posted By j On 02.02.2010 @ 12:56 pm