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Fire like the one that cracks in my living room. Fire like the one that burns my legs when I run. Fire like the sky at sunset. Fire like a person’s eyes. Fire like my soul when I read a poem.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.25.2012 @ 11:14 am
It was after midnight when the town heard a siren blaring. The people all gathered out onto the streets to see what was going on when they saw an approaching vehicle. The people inside announced a certain procedure to escape the town before they all died.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.24.2012 @ 6:06 pm
Actual is real, and real is alive. I want to be alive, stripped to the bone and fluttered against the wind, alive like birds and dirt and cries and everything that makes you feel. I want to be actual.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.24.2012 @ 7:22 am
leaves, hopes, dust, sound. we scatter things that matter to us, or things we want to get away. i scatter leaves like i scatter my cries, and they float away with none the wiser.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.22.2012 @ 9:35 am
To sate or not to sate, that is the question … Whether ’tis nobler to be skinny and hungry, or chubby and happily full?
» Posted By Maddie On 12.19.2012 @ 9:35 pm
Five was the name of my heart. After five seconds, I renamed her. To match the moment it all shifted, the bombs fell and the murder was laid. Five doesn’t change.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.17.2012 @ 6:31 pm
Due to the snow we had a snow day!!! :)
» Posted By Maddie On 12.17.2012 @ 7:57 am
My article is due tomorrow. I should be writing that now. But sometimes an escape is nice, a small thinking away from the bigger, a detached now before the larger when. I try to escape when I can, for that is when I feel most alive.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.16.2012 @ 4:59 pm
Patience struck me down hard. Waiting is always the hardest part. Impatience swirls through my brain like a smoothie in a blender. Hurry up I scream on the inside, you’re going far too long.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.13.2012 @ 7:59 pm
I was determined to get an “A” on my project.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.13.2012 @ 7:37 am
The stars presented themselves as if a giant had sprinkled glitter across the sky.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.11.2012 @ 7:56 am
july. watermelon. fireworks. smoke. lungs. heart. face. eyes. soul. window. cream. mission. why. grass. ants. crawling. meditate. wood. rings. age. life. old man and the sea.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.07.2012 @ 3:32 pm
Why does july keep poping up in my head. I don’t like july. People are sticky and sweaty and the air just makes breathing in impossible. Can’t the wretched sun just set for a while and keep the earth cool instead of beating down on me and watching me every move. I don’t like.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.07.2012 @ 3:28 pm
In the midst of july she lie on the ground counting her sheep, the blades of grass, and days until she would have to go home. Home. At least that is what society called home. Now july was the only place that felt like home. At camp where the air is fresh the people smile
» Posted By Maddie On 12.07.2012 @ 3:27 pm
The roof shook while the storm blew over the house. The children in the corner hugged each other in fear. We were all scared
» Posted By Maddie On 12.07.2012 @ 7:59 am
On new years eve the ball was higher than high then 10 seconds to midnight the ball lowered down and down as the crowd made noise and counted down. When the ball was down everybody cheered for the start of the new year.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.05.2012 @ 7:57 am
One night I was walking when i saw something it was an object in the sky nobody knows what it was but it was out of this world.
» Posted By Maddie On 12.03.2012 @ 8:02 am
I walked past the beach where you and me were once something and now we are nothing. That was the past and only the past it will never be the same ever again.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.29.2012 @ 7:55 am
Under the bed
Under the table
You can’t hide what you did in the stable
A silver bullet to the head to end it all
I’ll just say you were under the influence
When you made her fall
adapted poem by me on the story Of Mice And Men
» Posted By Maddie On 11.27.2012 @ 7:35 pm
books, books everywhere, words, and I won’t see many of them . I don’t know why I want to, and I never can seem to finish them, but I want them, all deep in my skin. I want to feel them, sense them, taste them, and fall in love with them. I want to hate them. I want to die with them.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.24.2012 @ 8:04 pm
I don’t know how many things I’ve received in life, and how many of those things actually matter. All I know is that receiving you did matter, and I’ll pity anyone that ever has or will reject you.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.20.2012 @ 2:11 pm
there is a craving, deep in my core, more than a hunger. it must be satisfied. and you — you are the one who can quench this thirst. this flaming passion. I need you to put out this fire.
» Posted By maddie On 11.19.2012 @ 6:26 pm
“I forgot to mention that after school you have a 3 page essay” mentioned the teacher. The class growned in sadness.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.19.2012 @ 8:07 am
They were always careful not to mention the “D word” (depression) around me. As if I couldn’t even handle hearing the word. As if, the moment I heard it spoken something in my brain would snap and I would suddenly breakdown again.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.18.2012 @ 9:01 pm
My train of thought is weird one, but isn’t everyone’s.when you think don’t you ever just ponder people would think I am so weird. But my thoughts are useful just like your.their valuable what I can do with thoughts… everything
» Posted By Maddie On 11.17.2012 @ 9:03 pm
She looked around at her fellow employees. “What am I doing?” she thought to herself, “I don’t belong here. I don’t want to be stuck doing the same boring desk job, with the same boring people, with the same boring life. How will I ever find out who I want to be if I don’t try to find myself first?” The first step seemed obvious. So, when the elevator door opened to her floor, instead of getting out, she hit the button for the main floor and headed back down to start pursuing her dreams.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.15.2012 @ 11:33 am
The arts all of them are great not one better than the other maybe just maybe though
Some get through differently. But they all tell a story.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.13.2012 @ 12:21 pm
A face in the crowd,
A aquaintence in passing
I knew him once,
But not anymore
He is gone from my life
I see him no more.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.13.2012 @ 8:34 am
Somebody, that’s all they wish for. To be somebody to someone as if dependence matters, but it doesn’t. By yourself all alone is still somebody, probably that ‘somebody’ getting wasted with all their friends tonight.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.12.2012 @ 6:30 pm
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The pressure to be somebody is always on. The pressure to have something, anything is always pounding, raging. But why oh why does it even matter. We will all be forgotten eventually. We are as likely to hurt the world as we are to help it and we’re not likely to do either. We are all crashing down on oblivion like the hardest wave of reality crashing on gone forever beach. We may have billions of years left in this world but no matter how many good things we do mundane will wash over our remains and memories like its nobody’s buisiness. We will never be somebody.
» Posted By Maddie On 11.12.2012 @ 6:28 pm