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despair is an overwhelming, drowning part of a human that overcomes from within. Despair consumes me and others whole, you feel nothing around yourself when despair numbs all other feeling. Despair is a state I wish to never feel; a place where I am powerless, I am degraded to less than anything, I am no longer me.
» Posted By Mia On 05.29.2011 @ 5:13 am
animals. dogs. trained. once wild, now tame. all they want to do in obey and please. they want to be friends. they love. they do what master says. and what they’re told.
» Posted By mia On 05.20.2011 @ 12:09 pm
Domestic violence is a terrible thing that should be looked into more by governments all of the world. There should be post councilling available to any that need or deserve it and the police should try far harder to protect victims.
» Posted By Mia On 05.19.2011 @ 4:39 pm
Life. A woman where life ad love fit together, and her man is the everywhere she is. Kitchens, towns, truth. Domestic. She is the house she builds. She loves the man she builds it for, she cooks it for, she cleans it for. Domestic. Her dome. Her safe place.
» Posted By Mia On 05.19.2011 @ 11:15 am
bones are yuck…i don’t like them
just look at human bones they are awful
i hate them !!!!!
» Posted By mia On 05.12.2011 @ 7:07 am
“…J Crew polo with jelled up hair. You disgust me!” She spat at him and he tumbled backwards. Someone tried to catch him as his back bent over the banister but they retracted their arm when they realized they might spill their budlight. His hair didn’t move an inch as he fell, stories down, and hit the ground with a smack. She went back inside the the part. He was probably already dead, what else could she do. Someone would find the body in the morning.
» Posted By Mia On 05.09.2011 @ 8:05 pm
I waver between loving you and hating you. I waver between walking away and standing here, waiting, forever. I stand and waver, indecisive, about what precisely we are, about what precisely I want. I waver between darkness and light. Love and freedom, happiness and sorry. I waver between doing what is good for me, and what I want for me. What I want is you, what is good for me is not.
» Posted By Mia On 05.08.2011 @ 12:25 am
Don’t waver, I told myself. This could be your last shot. Jenny had already threatened to walk out on me three other times, usually after I came home drunk from the bar. This time, however, she had the keys to my Impala in her hand and an overstuffed backpack. If she left now, we’d never have the chance to spend the rest of our lives together in our kitchen and bedroom apartment above my bike shop. So I took her hand, gently plucked the keys from her clutched fingers, and got down on one knee.
“Will you marry me, sweetheart?” I asked her.
» Posted By Mia On 05.07.2011 @ 12:57 pm
big. too big for a lot of people. often gets in the way. if only humanity didn’t have it, life would be better. Why must some people’s egos be so big it gets in the way of sane thoughts? egos SUCK. I really think i’m done writing on this subject.
» Posted By Mia On 04.01.2011 @ 6:34 pm
I wanted you. Plain and simple. But no matter how hard I tried, how many subtle hints I dropped, or how badly I wanted you to feel the same, nothing ever came of it. And now I just have to understand that we’re friends, nothing more.
» Posted By Mia On 03.18.2011 @ 12:54 pm
If there is anything that makes a girl feel like a girl, it’s heels.
If there’s anything that excludes me from other girls, it’s heels.
If there’s anything that makes me feel short and frumpy, it’s heels.
If there’s anything I hate more than anything else.
» Posted By Mia On 03.15.2011 @ 11:25 pm
wandering through the woods i was looking for piece of mind, or inner peace. the sun was dappled on the ground as it shone through the leaves of the trees all lightness and sun. it was wonderful and i was at peace.
» Posted By mia On 03.14.2011 @ 1:26 pm
a wand is a magic stick that wizards use to cast spells. fairies also use wands too, fairies like tinkerbell. wands are great instruments as they bring people wishes and happiness and make dreams come true. wands come in all different sizes, and are usually straight and long, although some can be wiggley too! Harry Potter likes to use wands to create magic :)
» Posted By Mia On 03.14.2011 @ 6:18 am
I can’t stop thinking about it. I love food, I hate food. It’s and obsession. I can’t escape from it. I don’t know when I got so obsessed with it but now I can’t get away from it. From the moment I wake up in the morning until I fall asleep at night I think about what I’m eating, how much, and how it is making me fat.
» Posted By Mia On 03.12.2011 @ 1:51 pm
scarves keep you warm i guess i mean im not exactly sure what i mean but they do keep you warm. i used to lsoe all my scarves and find them on the floor all over shcool it was really funny because they would always find scarves and they would always be mine. anyhow, scarves are also sometimes cool but sometimes really gross. like those gross knit white ones that noone call pull off and yet everyone wear. why is that? not sure.
» Posted By mia On 03.11.2011 @ 7:12 pm
im wondering so much right now. why do i suck? why cant i just do my paper. oh well. okay i lied thats not what im thinking about. all i can frekking think about is erik. hes always on my mind. how do i get him out? i wish i knew an easier way. if i really tried could i make it work? or would it just push him away
» Posted By mia On 03.09.2011 @ 4:18 pm
Bees. Bees should not be able to fly. But they do it. You know why? Because they don’t let anyone define their limits for them. And neither should I. And neither should you.
I’m through. I know my limits, but I’m not letting anyone else tell me what they are. I’m going to expand them and have fun while I’m doing it.
I’m going to be a bee.
» Posted By Mia On 03.08.2011 @ 10:19 pm
The wind blew, and my hair was swept a long, as the great gusts pummeled the seaside. I was looking out over the harbor, waiting for him to come home. I looked up. Those clouds looked menacing. I was scared.
What if tonight he wouldn’t come home? What if tonight was the night I lost him? The clouds drew nearer and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, except stand in the bracing wind and wait.
» Posted By Mia On 03.06.2011 @ 10:36 pm
The wind swept through my hair, just the same way as his fingers used to, when we would sleep in the same bed.
Oh how I missed him. Oh how much I wished we could start over. The way he used to swept me off my feet. Literally. I miss it so much.
I remember when I first saw him, the way his eyes swept over me. It was infinitely exciting.
» Posted By Mia On 03.06.2011 @ 9:37 pm
I have a keychain that represents my personality.
It has many colors and objects that represent me.
It starts my car to get me places,
It has seen many seasons and many faces,
My keychain can lock up my thoughts.
» Posted By Mia On 02.27.2011 @ 3:08 pm
I kept on wishing…wishing for something to happen. Maybe not anything spectacular, or useful…just something. Something other than this dead everyday nothingness I lived through. I wished on the stars and on the time of day, but it never occurred to me to wish on the wishing well until a foggy day in April.
» Posted By Mia On 12.30.2010 @ 9:00 am
I kept on wishing…wishing for something to happen. Maybe not anything spectacular, of useful…just something. Something other than this dead everyday nothingness I lived through. I wished on the stars and on the time of day, but it never occurred to me to wish on the wishing well until a foggy day in April.
» Posted By Mia On 12.30.2010 @ 9:00 am
i spend entire days wishing that things were different.
and then i think about what I have been blessed with.
I have a good life. Good friends, good family, good job, good health.
And I realize that Wishing is silly.
Wishing did not get me anything.
I have worked for everything I have.
Or I have been blessed with it Through the grace of God.
» Posted By Mia On 12.29.2010 @ 10:30 pm
the word is only in itself a word greeks myths unreal things the only way you can perceive it is by listening and understanding no other way real or fake, there is no understanding. just perception. the ology of myths and the way that things are explained that cant be explained for all
» Posted By Mia On 12.26.2010 @ 9:43 pm
a police car is right be hind me i can hear hear his siren that how i can tell that he is coming my way. i move out of the way so i can let him by to get tp where he needs to go. so that where ever it is he is going he can catch the criminal
» Posted By mia On 10.27.2010 @ 3:53 pm
I saw a flying flannel shirt today. It was torn out of a car window by the wind. The lonely shirt gently floated to the ground, to be immediately run over by the next car. I feel silly for saying this, but, poor shirt. Really.
» Posted By Mia On 10.12.2010 @ 7:30 pm
The numb syllables blend together in one streaming blur that plagues my mind; night and day.
» Posted By Mia On 10.09.2010 @ 3:18 pm
I called my brother yesterday, he was so busy and he didn’t pick up the phone. My mother rang me yesterday. My father call his brother “Jone”
» Posted By mia On 09.07.2010 @ 2:51 am
the loft is this place where you can dance dance dance. its in the heart of a dirty pretty sweaty city and everyone goes there, and even he went there that night he stepped on my heart. part of me wants to go there too, so i can dance dance dance on the floors he danced on and maybe break a piece of him too.
» Posted By Mia On 08.29.2010 @ 10:25 pm
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miles. thousands upon thousands. i hate them. they’re what separate people. keeping loved ones from each others’ embraces. lovers curse them. and so do i.
» Posted By Mia On 07.31.2010 @ 3:38 am