Comments Posted By sevenwords
Displaying 61 To 68 Of 68 Comments
We all lose things. Isn’t it exasperating? That sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you realise you can’t find something important where you left it. That self hatred at your stupidity. I’d rather find.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.30.2012 @ 2:08 pm
I have many principles. Yet only one principal, though I doubt I could call any of my numerous past ones my pals. They have seen me when I’ve been sent to the office, smiled politely when passing me in the hallway, clapped after my numerous speeches. But through the smiles I can see, that the little respect they have for me is the same that is allotted to each child. I am no different than the rest.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.29.2012 @ 3:02 pm
I keep my thoughts in drawers. Each idea, every separate plan, showcased in its own wood prism. Though sometimes my cabinet grows messy, and with it my mind.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.28.2012 @ 7:35 pm
Props the essential things to movies. The things that make your story crystal clear. They do all the work. Though if I remember correctly people also say props to you, as in good job, or is that just my imagination? Floating away in the wind.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.28.2012 @ 7:42 am
Say what you mean, mean what you say. Practice what you preach, preach what you practice. Tell what you know, know what you tell. State what you see, see what you state.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.26.2012 @ 1:59 pm
Gum. sticky, stretching. The joy in the forbidden chewing in classes. The fold of your tongue as you slip it under hiding it from the authority. The rush from the rebellion, the disobeying. Savor it.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.25.2012 @ 6:16 pm
He used to hold me. In his arms. During nights where the screams were too loud for my sleepy conscious to push away. Amid the dark times when I woke up restless, the sweat beads slowly dripping down my face. Nights when I cried. He was my savior.
» Posted By sevenwords On 07.24.2012 @ 4:31 pm
Back To Stats Page
Saturdays, the days when the stressful week is forgotten and the hype of the weekend sinks in. On saturdays anything is possible because of course it is the first day of the weekend and you still have the Sunday coming next.
» Posted By sevenwords On 06.29.2012 @ 1:27 pm