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weathered

worn and old – i wasn’t like this orginally. I’m used, and I need to be fixed or broken because that’s the only way to… get on with it. y’know?

» Posted By Nicole On 05.14.2014 @ 7:28 am

The top of that old boat used to be in great shape. The cover of it, I mean. It used to be beautiful – it used to make it look clean, presentable… worth something. That was years ago now, though. So many years ago I can’t remember just how many. It was when I used to shop for jewlery in flea markets on Sunday mornings – not in the gift shop downstairs.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.13.2014 @ 10:38 pm

temple

She walked up to the temple, one step at a time and though each step was small, to her tired feet, tired legs, tired soul they felt like mountains each. One by one she climbed until she reached the summit, too exhau

» Posted By Nicole On 05.12.2014 @ 1:48 pm

wilderness

H: “into the wilderness! into the willllllllderness!”
S: “BAHAHA what? what are you saying?? What did you guys do???”
H: “shhhhhhh go to sleep my little peach. you don’t need to know specifics… we went into the willlllllllderness. into the willllllderness! hehehe [calling] goodniiiiiiiiight…”

» Posted By Nicole On 05.12.2014 @ 6:38 am

miraculous

She was miraculous. It was my third day of recovery, and she was dressed in black leggings and a bright blue top. I was doe-eyed and quiet and awkward, but she made the idea of recovery less terrifying. I never really thought I’d fall for someone like that, but there she was, miraculous and heavenly, reminding me that there are unearthly beings among us.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.04.2014 @ 6:19 pm

loneliness

Drowning in it is my pleasure,
My silence,
My punishment,
My desicon.

As I let my thoughts invade
The air
And hold my breath
On purpose

Its impossible to
Look for the light
In the darkness

As the door shuts and
the atmosphere breaks
I still smile
At the thought
Of no one watching me

» Posted By nicole On 04.30.2014 @ 9:17 am

possible

It’s always possible to smile at things even if you cant see anything good about it. What you could do is see it as a lesson, possible to be learned about.

» Posted By Nicole On 04.21.2014 @ 6:38 am

sterile

Life without love is a sterile white-walled room with no windows to see how beautiful the day is…

» Posted By Nicole On 04.17.2014 @ 9:23 pm

still

WATER LAYS STILL.
TIME IS STILL.
NOTHING MOVES BUT A BREEZE.
I CLOSE MY EYES AND TAKE IN THE SCENT OF FRESH AIR.
I STAND WATCHING THE WATER LAYS STILL.
IF ONLY EVERYDAY WERE LIKE TODAY.
STILL I REMAIN
STILL I WISH TO BE
STILL I AM
JUST A MOMENT IN TIME
I FIND I CAN BE STILL

» Posted By Nicole On 04.10.2014 @ 8:43 am

declined

When you try your best, and they all tell you that you were not good enough. But what more could they want? What more can you give than absolutely everything that you are? They all expect the world from you but you can only give them your blood, sweat and tears. When you find someone who wants you, they will all see. They will see that because they declined you, you succeeded. In spite of them.

» Posted By Nicole On 04.04.2014 @ 11:38 pm

no
it is so hard to hear the word no
and sometimes even harder to say it
it hurts to make people hurt
and to make them feel disappointed
because you know how it makes you feel
sick to your stomach
knowing that you didn’t live up to what you believed you could
dreamed you could
thought you could
but no
because you were declined

» Posted By Nicole On 04.04.2014 @ 11:31 pm

welcoming

Airport on a sunny day
It’s winter but I’m warm
His open arms in the terminal
Welcome home

» Posted By Nicole On 04.01.2014 @ 7:30 pm

gold

Money. Jewellery. Mines. Poverty. Wealth. Africa. Slavery. Wars. Indecency. Hierarchy. Trouble. Fights. Disagreements. Sadness.

» Posted By Nicole On 03.26.2014 @ 1:12 pm

repressed

I have repressed my emotions to the point I don’t even know what to feel. there’s something inside of me telling me to do more and be more but how can you be more, when you don’t know how to be? Some call it sad but I just call it my life. I’ve learned to live without emotion.

» Posted By Nicole On 03.25.2014 @ 9:48 am

modest

Georgia was all about modesty so this is probably hers. I don’t care, I don’t miss her. She can rot in jail forever for what she did to Amy. She would have been horrible to live with anyway because she would have made us take the garbage out every three seconds.

» Posted By Nicole On 03.10.2014 @ 10:58 am

juvenile

juvenile, juvenile. i am this no more. juvenile, juvenile, he said i was a whore.

» Posted By nicole On 03.03.2014 @ 6:01 pm

cold

it was old and that’s all i can remember, even when it was summer. it was cold. i was cold the floor was cold, everything was cold. and i remember thinking can people get frost bite on their fingernails. i remember wondering if that was a thing because even my fingernails were cold.

» Posted By nicole On 03.01.2014 @ 9:01 am

bowtie

A bowtie is a strange meaning in a corpse of a rose. A rose dying in a garden as a man planted the seed to see a new wonder grow as he still wore his bowtie as to I still have his rose. Even though the man is in another garden now, his wonders are written with a tinted sound of never ending hope of all the gardens in the world.

» Posted By Nicole On 02.27.2014 @ 6:20 pm

striped

her colors were striped. her clothes were stripped. she was stripped of her ability to care about being so bare. Her skin stripped from her bones. her muscles stripped from her heart.

» Posted By nicole On 02.19.2014 @ 12:37 pm

cinema

Quintin tarintino:
pulp fiction
resivour dogs
kill bill 1 & 2
inglorious bastards
django unchained
true romance
jackie brown

» Posted By nicole On 02.04.2014 @ 5:06 pm

plausible

i guess it seemed reasonable. I would go to my friend’s party and he would pick me up. Nothing wrong with that. I only have to hide every boy there because if my brother finds out there was any trace of a male specimen in a room with me, i’d be in a world of trouble.

» Posted By Nicole On 01.25.2014 @ 9:06 pm

strive

I strive to become the best person that I can be. But is it enough? The world is such a cynical and dark place filled with heartache and hopelessness everywhere. In the end, what are we? Does what we strive to become and do matter? Does existing mean anything?

» Posted By Nicole On 01.20.2014 @ 10:45 am

hijacked

The plane was slowly coming to a tense silence. As one member of the crew stood up. He went ahead and slowly went in the opposite side of the facilities. With a known stop he went and grabbed the fragile stewardess point a 9 millimeter at her fragile skull unleashing a crimson splash of thoughts.

» Posted By Nicole On 01.10.2014 @ 1:49 pm

freezer

In the freezer I put the milk
And the pickles
And the meat
To make the perfect meal
For my beloved boss
In the freezer is the cream
And the apples
And the cheese
The meal has ended
But that doesn’t mean my night has too
In the freezer lyes the chicken
And the ice I use for the whiskey
The whiskey I’m drinking right now
Infront of the fire while a smirk plays across my face
In the freezer lies the head
And the bloody tail
Of the hair of my boss
Who refused to give me the raise
For the milk that I need to buy tomorrow in the supermarket.

» Posted By nicole On 01.07.2014 @ 6:01 pm

sometimes i feel like you’re just a block of ice
that i have to chip away at
to get to that goddamn warm centre
and yet you called just to say i’m the cold one.
i’m the one slamming the door in your face,
at every single chance i have.
that i’m the one that makes your skin
turn blue
and i’m the one that makes the blood in your body freeze
when i am wrapped around you.

» Posted By nicole On 01.07.2014 @ 4:49 pm

sometimes i feel like you’re just a block of ice
that i have to chip away at
to get to that goddamn warm centre
and yet you called just to say i’m the cold one
i’m the one slamming the door in your face,
at every single chance i have.
that i’m the one that makes your skin
turn blue
and i’m the one that makes the blood in your body freeze
when i am wrapped around you

» Posted By nicole On 01.07.2014 @ 4:39 pm

trenches

I don’t know what to say. There are some feelings you just can’t describe. Like the feeling of love, or hate, or sorrow. There are no words to describe some of the ways those feelings make you.. feel. That’s why i don’t know what to say right now.

» Posted By Nicole On 01.03.2014 @ 12:09 am

derailed

I watched as the train began tipping over on it’s side. I couldn’t believethat something was happenig like this. It was just tripping and there was no obvious reason. The only thing I could think of was whi was on the train no only did I have familty and friends on there but I was on there. No I wasn’t watching agape of q previous life or memory. I was watching as it happened in a very real way. I could see my sleepy figure standing in fright and all I could do was watch. J couldn’t warn myself of what was happening. I couldn’t move to save me. I could do nothing but watch and that’s what hurt me the most.

» Posted By Nicole On 12.18.2013 @ 8:28 pm

geometric

geo like the lines of the angles of the shapes and the figures that fill the pages of the books with symbols and words I do not understand, I do not know, these numbers and lines I cannot form them into sentences

» Posted By Nicole On 12.05.2013 @ 9:18 am

selling

selling is giving something to someone in exchange for money
goods services opposite of buying, trying to convince someone to buy something your selling, trying to convince them it will be good for them

» Posted By nicole On 11.23.2013 @ 8:46 pm

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