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My father is an enigma and a ghost. I never knew him as well as I think I do. My memories linger leaving the impression of a genius, jack of all trades who could conquer the world with his smile. Little did I know that I believe hiding underneath all of his talents was a man in depression, eager to make the world fit into his preferred view.
» Posted By Alix On 06.20.2016 @ 10:16 pm
Whatever proverbial flowers that might be growing inside of my head, according to whatever philosopher or tumblr poet, are probably dead. I cant be too sure, but when they slice open my body upon my death bed, I wouldn’t be surprised to know that all they found inside of me was dried petals and xanax pills.
» Posted By alix On 08.31.2013 @ 10:37 pm
conjured. its and interesting word. when i first read it i think of a combination, nothing that really relates to it, just the first things that come to mind.. but i guess i do that with almost all words. now when i really think of conjured i mostly think of something to do with confusing a person, maybe something you do in court with a witness or something. to be honest i dont know the definition, i may know it and just not remember. but i like the word i think its interesting, probably because im not sure what it means and i like learning new things.
» Posted By alix On 03.01.2013 @ 11:02 pm
i havent applied myself to anything in a while. I really should start trying to do something productive with my life, according to my parents that is.
» Posted By Alix On 01.20.2013 @ 8:41 pm
I couldn’t believe what i was seeing. The girl submitting to him like he owned her, like he was the only thing in the world that would matter. That his opinion shaped her, in her opinions, actions, and everything else in her life. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
» Posted By Alix On 01.10.2013 @ 11:35 am
The screams are still fresh in my mind, even though it has been over a year that I heard them. The scent of blood still sits in my nostrils, bringing life to the fear I once knew. Once you’ve been through something like that, there’s no escaping it. You’ll try and you’ll try, but it’ll always come back to haunt you.
» Posted By Alix On 10.11.2012 @ 10:41 am
Decorations all around, while there is but one sound. Christmas day is so sad; she is reminded of her dad. She cries at night, wishing for his insight. He was all she had, and now he’s dead. Cries fill the halls as joy fills the air, Merry Christmas to Miss Blair.
» Posted By Alix On 07.16.2012 @ 5:53 pm
I never like to be hassled or to hassle, but I find that it’s done to me and I do it. I do it all the time, I bet, more than I would like to think I do. It’s the OCD thing, just have to have things a certain way or get somebody to say the thing I want them to say, or prove something or do something the way I want them to. I don’t like to think I do it a lot.
» Posted By alix On 06.01.2012 @ 9:33 am
Hallowed by thy name. Give us this day our daily bread, forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors. In and out of consciousness we sing, hallowed by thy name.
» Posted By Alix On 05.01.2012 @ 8:05 am
She said his name strangely, like it was being hallowed out by hate an disgust. He had betrayed her, she couldn’t trust him any more.
» Posted By Alix On 05.01.2012 @ 8:01 am
Children watched in awe as the brightly colored balloons floated up toward the sky. They didn’t even think how bad it was for the environment, just that it was absolutely beautiful. It was like something from one of their books or from one of their movies as colors of blue, green, red, orange, purple, pink, and so on floated higher and higher towards the sun.
» Posted By Alix On 04.27.2012 @ 9:10 pm
It had been on the wall for years and years. A standing icon that she recognized as her childhood. She stood there, arms crossed over her chest as she contemplated taking it off of the wall. She didn’t want to, but it had to be done. It was time to fold it up and put it in storage. She reached out and pulled at the tape that poorly stuck it to the wall.
» Posted By Alix On 04.26.2012 @ 3:15 pm
He stepped out into the arena, sword gripped tightly in one hand and his shield in the other. He tried to be prepared for the fight to come, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t frightened. He was probably going to be ripped to shreds, which is exactly what the crowd was cheering hard for.
» Posted By Alix On 04.25.2012 @ 9:02 pm
The arena was crowded and louder beyond belief. He stood there, shield and sword in hand, glancing around at the mass of people who had come to see him die – were cheering to see him die. Sweat started to bead on his forehead and roll down his face.
» Posted By Alix On 04.25.2012 @ 8:59 pm
I don’t have a clue what I’m doing with my life but I feel like I’ve sort of come to terms with that. i love my husband and my kids and watching all of us grow and change and constantly question and I’m enjoying letting go of my death grip on life a little bit, sitting back, and watching it unfold instead of worrying constantly that I’m not doing it right or I need to do it differently. It seems to be working pretty well for now.
» Posted By Alix On 02.15.2012 @ 9:50 am
I build bridges and burn them, I build them and destroy them, never do I keep them. . . why? Because I’m never looking back, always looking forward, never going back.
» Posted By Alix On 12.30.2011 @ 1:27 pm
Some people give it…and don’t follow their own. Some people give it away way to easily. It’s way to hard to follow. Sometimes people ask me for it and I have no idea what to say. Cause life is hard…not easy. Sometimes I want to ask for it but I’m too afraid.
» Posted By Alix On 10.15.2011 @ 11:59 am
I would trade anything to be perfect, to be that one girl that any one wants. But for now, I’m just that one girl, the girl who’s weird, the girl with no name or any importance.
» Posted By Alix On 09.12.2011 @ 7:42 pm
My heart is made of string, and some one found the beginning of the thread. Instead of building it up, and tying in their heart, they slowly unraveled my heart, breaking me down, Now my heart is nothing but a raveled piece of thread, hoping to be accepted by anybody.
» Posted By Alix On 08.16.2011 @ 10:23 am
a wonderful thing that allows you to sow things together it can be different colors or different sizes and you can always use your imagination to make it whatever you want it to be. I in fact love thread it is absolutely amazing I think. But something about it is absolutely amazing! It has a beautiful texture! Not only is it multi use it is wonderfully awesome.
» Posted By Alix On 08.15.2011 @ 5:11 pm
The punishment was ludicrous. I was never to talk to her again, couldn’t even speak of her, yet she was still able to go on with her slutty ways?
» Posted By Alix On 08.14.2011 @ 5:04 pm
I am near the edge, but not the edge of darkness. The edge of salvation. A fire has been started within me, but unlike the other times, will not easily be put out. I promise from this day forward to the Lord my God to serve in his name, and fall off the edge of my life, into the sea of His love.
» Posted By Alix On 08.13.2011 @ 9:03 pm
I don’t have the answers to everything! I don’t understand why no one can seem to understand that. I’m a fifteen year old girl in high school, not a fifty year old with a PhD.
» Posted By Alix On 08.11.2011 @ 1:03 pm
She was boiling with anger, furious about what he had done. How could he betray her like that, why would he even think about doing that? He used to be her best friend, but now, she had no idea what to call him.
» Posted By Alix On 08.02.2011 @ 11:47 am
The root of the problem was not her ignorance, but his deceiving lies. Of course she was going to believe him, a handsome, young man who told her how beautiful she was, and how flawless she was.
» Posted By Alix On 08.01.2011 @ 12:12 pm
the wings of angel must have caught me as I fell from the cliff. I thought I was going to die, but I was saved, but why? Was my job not done, was there still more to do?
» Posted By Alix On 07.31.2011 @ 5:09 pm
I am ever so amused by those girls who try and act all popular and who think they have all of these friends, but in reality, because of the fact that they’re so mean to everybody, they have no friends, and if they do, they’re fake friends.
» Posted By Alix On 07.28.2011 @ 11:56 am
I’ve never gotten a trophy. I could get one for so many reasons, for being a great speller, for surviving a suicide attempt then recovering, for helping the youth of my community. But no one cares enough about me to give me an award.
» Posted By Alix On 07.18.2011 @ 3:23 pm
Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words will forever hurt me. They call me a slut, the call me a cow, and I guess that’s all I’ll ever be.
» Posted By Alix On 07.18.2011 @ 10:52 am
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you find plaque on your teeth if you dont take care and brush them regularily and eat properly and watch all that you put in your mouth avoid fizzy drinks and hope that you have good genes and then maybe you can avoid plague at all times.. oops this is a plague not plaque at all which is another story altogether.
» Posted By alix On 07.12.2011 @ 5:12 pm