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hut

I wasn’t awake. She had already boiled the water and roasted the corn. Having slept under the hole in the roof I woudl’ve thought her angry. She smiled, and offered to bathe and feed me. It had rained the night before but there was still some water floating in the sky. The mountain was surrounded by fog, and my brother was already up on a ladder, with a wide smile and a “Muli Uli!” She followed me as I walked in to the bath, old banana leaves on wood frames, and stones for a floor. She was a beautiful, pleasant faced woman. She wouldn’t have been such a beauty if she’d been my real mother. Bathing in the rain awake is nothing like bathing in the rain asleep. Or so she told me.

» Posted By Loser On 12.18.2009 @ 2:47 am

lantern

It was like they’d never known two like beings could exist. They stared at me with confusion, trying to figure out how it was that I could walk and talk the way I did. What makes her go? They stared at my lantern with a sense of awe, wondering how such a thing was made. How is it possible for something besides fire to light up? I glanced at them and they looked away, shy and embarrassed. I stopped walking and they all stopped with me. Kneeling down next to one of them I handed him the lantern. His eyes widened. I began to walk again, and so did they. This time they all focused on the one with the lantern, following him and begging for a turn to hold the extraordinary creature. He held on to it tight and walked on proudly. Knowing full well that he would never be able to understand why it lights up, or why I am.

» Posted By Loser On 12.16.2009 @ 4:07 am

pine

You can’t show me around the forrests where you used to crawl and run. You can’t sit with me under the rain and feel the pines cry as the wind tilts their bodies. Or isn’t there wind there? I don’t know, you never said, or was it that I never got to ask? I never got to ask you a great many things, like why you looked upset when your chest was ripping with joy or why you always seemed to be somewhere else while I had you in my mouth. Well now I don’t have you in my mouth and you can’t feel me or the moisture and heat of the land. I’m sad never hiked, you neverh ad the chance to joke about keeping our batteries alive and how we should warm them up. We never got to sit around a fire, suck the berries off eachothers mouths or cuddle at a hillside. Thinking it’d be fun to roll off, because if we did we’d roll off together. Both covered in muddy cuts, salty tears, pine needles in our mouths.

» Posted By Loser On 12.15.2009 @ 12:22 pm

sour

Sour patch kids are the best. Any candy turned “sour” is amazing. Sour worms..sour gummy bears. They’re all amazing. I love the sour taste before the sweet taste when I eat them.

» Posted By loser On 01.31.2010 @ 1:25 pm

hooked

Hooked is something that most people are. Hooked to someONE, hooked to someTHING, just hooked. People have a tendency to want something or someone. Not any particular person or thing but mainly just wanting to want. So they want something to make them happy, therefore making them hooked to hooked.

» Posted By loser On 01.19.2010 @ 5:17 pm

survive

There’s a wine cabinet in my mother’s old dining room. Inside are some old dried roses she managed to save from her dating days along with some dusty bottles of cheap wine. In the very center stands a little ceramic angel. The angel was given to her mother by an unknown European soldier right after he helped her out of the collapsed city. She kept the angel by her bedside up until her wedding night when she placed it inside the wine cabinet. The angel would’ve been buried along with her had she not specifically said her will that it was to remain in it’s current location until my mother’s death. After my mother dies I can take the angel out of the cabinet and put it by my daughter’s bedside.

» Posted By Loser On 10.05.2009 @ 7:24 pm

chase

Phillip, Phillip Chase. Why is it that I can only think of him? I could be thinking of the lovely blond boy with his hair to the side…Running away as he struggles to pull his pants back up after quickly shagging the flight attendant. Then thinking of him makes me think of the other guy. The man who had the same hair cut, the same blond hair. Only this guy had a slightly more muscular body while the other remained pale skin and bones…But they both have such lovely faces. What does Phillip Chase look like? Don’t know, never imagined him. Blond, I suppose.

» Posted By Loser On 10.04.2009 @ 10:59 pm

balm

“It’s over by the vitamins.” And off I run to look over by the vitamins and all I find is a Polish boy wearing a rather cute confused face as his elderly parents look through and through for the magic pill to relieve their cracking bones. He knows the pill doesn’t exist and their spines will splinter off quicker if they keep bending low like that to look at the bottom row of little pink gummies and blue tablets. “Crack! Crack! Crack!” Mother rolls her eyes, “Oh they’re there you stupid girl, you just don’t know where to look.” And sure enough the balm that wasn’t there before but has suddenly appeared is there and she holds it up to the tip of my nose. They Polish boy’s parents still haven’t found the magic pills. Perhaps Mother could be of assistance.

» Posted By Loser On 10.01.2009 @ 8:34 pm

gem

ThiEvery morning I wake up by your side I smile at the ring on my finger. It always smiles back. This morning it’s smile was different, it was missing a gem. I told you, you asked where it went, I said I didn’t know. It could be at ths office, in the gutter, in the baby’s soup. You said not to worry, it can be replaced. I said sure it can, and drove off to work. Today it was weird not having it there to smile at. I just couldn’t resists getting on my knees and I sniffed under the desks, bags, and files. But I didn’t find it, didn’t expect to.

» Posted By Loser On 10.27.2009 @ 7:52 am

permission

Whenever my mother says I can’t throw a party because it’ll cost too much money or the house will be a mess, I flip her off and decide to throw it anyway. She says she hopes no one shows up, but I happily continue to blow up balloons and bring out chairs. On the inside, I secretly root for her. I hope that my party’ll be a failure and that I’ll end up sitting in a chair in the middle of the dance floor, sipping cocktails alone. That the next day she’ll be there to hear me call up my lonely old aunts asking if they’d like a good eight pounds of shrimp fried rice and two party trays of BBQ ribs. I’m not sure why this happens, why I long for my downfall.

» Posted By Loser On 10.16.2009 @ 8:51 pm

Whenever my mother says I can’t throw a party because it’ll cost too much money or the house will be a mess, I flip her off and decide to throw it anyway. She says she hopes no one shows up, but I happily continue to blow up balloons and bring out chairs. On the inside, I secretly root for her. I hope that my party’ll be a failure and that I’ll end up sitting in a chair in the middle of the dance floor, sipping cocktails alone. That the next day she’ll be there to hear me call up my lonely old aunts asking if they’d like a good eight pounds of shrimp fried rice and two party trays of BBQ ribs. I’m not sure why this happens, why I long for my downfall.

» Posted By Loser On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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