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After three years of closeness, and one break of a year so icy neither of us noticed the lack of warm air until we took a final, rasping sigh, our lungs sucking the dry atmosphere, looking for moisture and here was the hydration, me returning, you letting me, painful months of testing the water, relearning each other, and now a closeness of the strongest friendship I have ever known.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.07.2013 @ 7:29 pm
The burning flames were rising higher in the hearth. Janet walked towards them entranced by the dancing embers as they crackled into the air and floated to find freedom. She longed to be those embers escaping the harsh fire for the cool nothingness of the night air.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.05.2013 @ 4:32 pm
Instilling a memory, wine and distilleries, millers and milleners, instilling virtues and morals and decency in people, religious untertones and nothing to do with being in still water, treading ground.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.03.2013 @ 1:16 am
She was instilled with a great doubt that she could barely contain in her 4’11” frame. Jane was just not used to such powerful feelings. She was used to feeling just twinges of happiness or sadness or worry, but never an emotion that consumed her as this feeling of doubt and dread did.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.02.2013 @ 8:32 pm
instill a life worth living. instill spirit that guides oneself down a path of righteousness. instill good morals. instill happiness in everyone. instill kindness. instill love. instill hope. instill sense of community
» Posted By Rachel On 03.02.2013 @ 4:47 pm
When people make beer. The have to still it out. That instills an emotion I guess. Like, happiness because they get beer. And then more happiness when the get drunk. And then anger when their head hurts the next morning. And then sadness when their wife gets mad. Repeat. Right now my dad is instilling my anger. A lot. But it’s not from beer. I wish it was. Then there was a chance he’d wake-up, a chance for help, because he’s just as in denial as if he was an alcoholic.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.02.2013 @ 4:43 pm
I instilled a serious thought in my mind. I thought about death, the after-life and my life as it is. What was I missing? What haven’t I done yet? The places I haven’t seen, the people I haven’t met. That’s when I knew my life was only just beginning.
» Posted By Rachel On 03.02.2013 @ 11:52 am
I turned my head, slowly, as if I was hearing this noise for the first time.
There it came again.
I just wanted it to go away.
I closed my eyes, wishing them away.
But of course. It didn’t work.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.27.2013 @ 5:39 pm
The way I see the world is that it needs that extra something added. That pizazz, that flare that jazz. Some can see the sparkle in the eyes of the faces around them, others need more to feel the glow.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.25.2013 @ 4:20 am
To embellish is to mar the original beauty. You embellish life so it appears to hold beauty, but instead it is a form of lies meant to make people happier with life.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.24.2013 @ 12:50 pm
The bus screeched to a stop in from of the variety store, and she struggled to see what was happening. People murmured all around her, and she got small snippets of their conversations, just enough to piece together what had happened. She saw the masked man leave the store, police cars wailing their sirens as they followed soon after.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.22.2013 @ 9:41 pm
the car was stranded on the quiet street, illuminated by the mooon light gasping through the trees. the car had stalled and tom had made his way on foot.
» Posted By rachel On 02.22.2013 @ 2:36 pm
Fatigue is sometimes the worst and sometimes the best feeling. There’s the kind of fatigue that you feel after having a lot of fun or being really active. You’re fatigued because you’re spent. You used all of your energy. But then sometimes there’s the fatigue that comes with sadness or grief. This doesn’t come after you have accomplished a lot; it keeps you from accomplishing.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.16.2013 @ 10:17 pm
I googled the dictionary definition of willed today. It still doesn’t make sense. I willed myself to broaden my vocabulary.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.15.2013 @ 10:16 pm
Willed to have the will to do something. Spiritual. Willing, willing to do things for others. Having the will. Follow your heart. Strong willed. William. Will Smith. I hope to be strong willed when I am older. Follow your bliss. I willed him to do it.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.15.2013 @ 6:09 pm
I willed myself to be quiet. noone could know i was here. if anyone found out about my secret they would kill me.
» Posted By rachel On 02.15.2013 @ 1:35 pm
The world is flat and we all just exist on it. If we move to far we’ll fall off, so we just stay in place. Afraid to go, hate to stay. It’s not a life it’s a trap, a trap that we recognize but can’t overcome. Can’t escape. The world is flat, but my imagination is limitless. And therein lies my problem.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.14.2013 @ 8:29 am
The world is flat and we all just live on it. If we move to far we’ll fall off, so we just stay in place. Afraid to go, hate to stay. It’s a trap, a trap that we recognize but can’t overcome. Can’t escape. The world is flat, but my imagination is limitless. And therein lies the problem.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.14.2013 @ 6:47 am
plants grow. people grow. animals grow. everything grows from something. whether it’s built, blown in from some other location across town, or imagined. Everything around you was built off of something different, isn’t that extraordinary?
» Posted By Rachel On 02.09.2013 @ 9:41 am
Looking back on my life, I’m utterly floored by what’s changed. I’ve gone from that obnoxious little kid, to this apathetic and cynical twenty-year-old I am today. I’ve grown from that small child to whatever the hell you’d call me now. There’s really no word for that transformation. Maybe just that – a transformation.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.08.2013 @ 8:41 pm
he sat in the corner,
reading his paper sitting at his desk.
looking at me with awed eyes,
with no room to speak,
and I never let him.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.04.2013 @ 10:34 pm
it was a wall as tall as the sky and as small as an ant but it was there inside and out laughing at you jeering …waiting for you to try the impossible…… to climb it
» Posted By Rachel On 02.03.2013 @ 11:38 am
killers, bad people do this action because they are confused or crazy or both. some people murder because of passion. the love and hate areas of our brains are so close together that sometimes we dont know if we love or hate someone.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.03.2013 @ 12:31 am
images tell us a lot, especially when they’re about people. the individual markings on a face that make a person unique, so different and varied across the spectrum. they are small minute details, but they can become so dear and cherished to you. the features of the ones you love become the most beautiful thing in the world.
» Posted By Rachel On 02.01.2013 @ 7:18 am
i’m not going to write about the word swell because it’s a stupid word and means nothing to me.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.31.2013 @ 12:50 am
The atlantic ocean swelled up to the breakers. No one could be found on the beach. No one could be found on the streets. No one except the one boy who dared to brave the storm.
He hid out in his parent’s beach house with nothing but some pop tarts and coke. He thought it was nothing, but the 16 year old was wrong. And as the waves beat against the rotten out breakers, they gave way. Water flooded the entire road and rose up to the beach house steps. The boy was frightened and tried to escape. He ran out the door and searched for dry land,b ut there was none.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.30.2013 @ 4:53 pm
you visit me
in my dreams
i relive it all
when you visit
i try so hard
not to sleep
but i give in
there you are
in my nightmares
» Posted By Rachel On 01.28.2013 @ 10:12 pm
I am a visitor on planet earth…we are to live as aliens here on earth as our citizenship is in heaven with our Father.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.28.2013 @ 11:41 am
i’m all you have
if i dont protect you who will?
but i’m so young.
i’m only sixteen.
just a girl.
but so much more than that.
it’s too much responsibility.
not one that i ever dreamed would be mine.
but if its not mine, then whose is it? i am your last hope.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.25.2013 @ 1:10 am
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musical, all sorts of things can be considered musical, like a traffic jam, or diarrhea. its all depends on you and how you interpret things. its beautiful actually.
» Posted By Rachel On 01.23.2013 @ 8:23 pm