• Madi commented on the post, strive 5 years, 3 months ago

    For the best, the most important, the loudest. Always competing. The word “bitch” hot on her tongue like a habanero pepper. There’s no way her enemy is better than her, she equivocates. She can’t make up for the lost time. The intelligence and beauty that her sister was given and she was denied.

  • Madi commented on the post, versatile 5 years, 7 months ago

    Lovely.
    Loving.
    Loved.
    Love.
    Loss.
    Lose.
    Lost.
    Losing?

    Caring?
    Creeping?
    Obsessing?
    Obsessed.
    Obsess.
    Possess.
    Loss.
    Lost.
    Dying.
    Dies.
    Dead.

  • Madi commented on the post, versatile 5 years, 7 months ago

    I believe that someone said it’s as if she has a chameleon soul. She’s different every day – a versatile personality, under more change than the sands of a beach. She’s beautiful but she’s a mess.

  • Madi commented on the post, railway 5 years, 7 months ago

    Little girl playing on the tracks, didn’t your mother tell you not to do that? Did she not directly forbid you from setting foot anywhere near them? What are you to do, now that you’ve been caught breaking the rule? I can’t save you, so you might as well catch the next train and skip town by the rails.

  • Madi commented on the post, railway 5 years, 7 months ago

    The cars clack past on the rails. Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack… The grinding of metal on metal reminds me of someone grinding his teeth at night against some nightmare that only he can see in his mind.

  • Madi commented on the post, ravenous 5 years, 7 months ago

    I would like to see you in a weak spot. Do I make you nervous? Do I make you stumble over your own words? I do, don’t I? I’d love to see you ravenous for me, so I’ll do my best to make this fun for both of us. You’ve not yet seen the best of me.

  • Madi commented on the post, ravenous 5 years, 7 months ago

    The body and mind are filled with desire. Each part of his body wants to reach out and envelope her in passionate fits. Still, she sits cross-legged on the futon next to him and they make polite conversation. The digital clock on the microwave tells them that it’s 12:09 AM. Her mouth splits into a smile as he tells her something clever and his…[Read more]

  • Madi commented on the post, ravenous 5 years, 7 months ago

    She was so hungry that she couldn’t stand without seeing bright lights flash before her eyes, accompanied by the stabbing pain of the blood pounding through the veins in her head. She was beyond ravenous, she was dying of starvation and there was no one around to help her.

  • Madi commented on the post, ravenous 5 years, 7 months ago

    Fill up your belly with all the sinful things you desire. One night each year, we turn our eyes from the audacity of our own actions and we let our spirits run free. Feed your desires with pleasure and passion.

  • Madi commented on the post, silo 5 years, 8 months ago

    Put it away. Keep piling it up until it overflows. Then when it finally does, everyone will be so overwhelmed with the mess that you made, you’ll find yourself alone.

  • Madi commented on the post, clamp 5 years, 8 months ago

    Time is clamping down on me; the deadline is approaching! Sit at your desk, little girl, and write feverishly until all the letters, all the words, all the sentences mean the same thing to you, or nothing at all. You haven’t done your job until you look at a word and see nothing but black symbolic gibberish on a white screen.

  • Madi commented on the post, clamp 5 years, 8 months ago

    The wind in my ears invigorates me. Cycling is the only time I feel truly alive anymore. My heart sinks ever so slightly when I release the brake clamp and load my bike into my trunk.

  • Madi commented on the post, peppers 5 years, 8 months ago

    Bell
    cayenne
    red
    green
    yellow
    ghost
    Hungarian yellow

    Oh my god they all sound so freakin’ delicious right now. Spice up your life! Cliché up your life right now.

  • Madi commented on the post, pixels 5 years, 10 months ago

    That’s not going to help you now. His face, in pixels on your iPhone screen. He is miles away and he isn’t going to hear you screaming for help. Begging for someone to stop you from doing what you’re about to do. I wish I could help, but I am just the writer. The voice in your head narrating your life. You are all alone now.

  • Madi commented on the post, wrath 5 years, 10 months ago

    I am Bertha. I am the lunatic in the attic. You’ve no idea. Are you ready for me?the real me? Are you ready to face my wrath as the insanity beneath is unearthed?

  • Madi commented on the post, coach 5 years, 10 months ago

    Rhymes with roach, which reminds me of OSU. There was a room in the basement of my residence hall that the janitors used as their lounge. When you turned on the lights, your first reaction was shock because the cockroaches would scuttle away from the light, and then your second reaction was disgust because you saw all the dead cockroaches on the ground.

  • Madi commented on the post, coach 5 years, 10 months ago

    I have coach boots that I wear to the greenhouse where I work. I wear them because they keep my feet dry when it’s rainy or when Jon’s been watering. Not for a fashion statement. He came up to me today and told me that he has coach boots too. I looked down. He had just written “coach” in permanent marker with sloppy handwriting on his work boots.

  • Madi commented on the post, coach 5 years, 10 months ago

    He looked at me from behind his glasses. He stared sternly at my broken and bleeding hand. “You have to learn to get along with others. Until then, you’re off the team.”

  • Madi commented on the post, collage 5 years, 10 months ago

    She’s locked herself in her room once again. I can hear her screaming as she rips something off the wall. Probably the collage that she made with him last summer. I let her be. She won’t hurt anyone, although I feel bad for that poster she just tore to shreds.

  • Madi commented on the post, collage 5 years, 10 months ago

    Stories sewn together in an old notebook. Some of them are real. Others are fictional. Even more are a hybrid of the two. The child born of reality and fairytales. Some stories are well-written, and others have been written out in choppy handwriting. It’s a collage of sorts – a portal into the writer’s strange mind.