Comments Posted By Ama

Displaying 1 To 16 Of 16 Comments


Capitalism threatens our economy because, private owners that own small business for their own profit can decrease our world wealth, slow trades, and eliminate jobs.

» Posted By Ama On 03.12.2018 @ 5:12 pm


people always talk about being happy. What is that all about anyway? Being smiley? Being exctatic or simply being content? We are not sure what it is, but we all want to attain this status. Aren’t we strange being?

» Posted By ama On 10.07.2012 @ 2:27 pm


My bed is my comfort. It’s my haven. My haven away from all that is wrong in the world. With me in my bed is my favorite book. This book keeps me sane, because it’s not just an ordinary book. No its my life story.

» Posted By AmA On 08.20.2012 @ 2:26 pm


Love. My cats. Family. Dave. Dave. Dave. Maverick. Children. Exposing Monsanto. Organic food and free range hormone free meat. Calm. Hiking. Photography. Drinks with friends. Friends. Love. The sky. Travel. Laughter. Seeing the best in things. Staying positive. Wine. Great food. Sex. Dates with Dave. Lazy mornings with Dave.

» Posted By Ama On 06.02.2012 @ 6:24 pm


REALLY frightening. Putting the scarers on something loud noises. one person trying to take over the whole thing. sounds like someone who is fitting an alarm; this might be the new politically correct job description. or, could be misheard as someone who fits artificial limbs to people in a fog or something like that.

» Posted By AMA On 11.07.2011 @ 6:38 am


I miss him a lot. I’m just another one of those girls who sits in waiting, this I can’t deny. I’m like many others out there.
Theory: There’s someone else.
Further waiting necessary for sufficient information and observations. The theory is more of a hypothesis, but I know it. I know it.

» Posted By Ama On 11.26.2008 @ 10:43 pm


I think about sitting in the kitchen, wicker chairs; sharing pancakes on a glowing morning with you, pictures of farm animals on the wall. It’s something like a scene my mother painted, which seems like a bad thing, but a comfort. I want my own home, with you.

» Posted By Ama On 11.08.2008 @ 8:35 pm


Gentle now, gentle metaphors in other languages; describing chickens before they hatch in terms of tails of dogs or cats and the point of all this is that through language barriers you can really only be literal, and subtle clever analogies are either impossible or overlooked because nobody thinks you have any idea what you’re talking about. But English is the same.

» Posted By Ama On 10.29.2008 @ 10:25 pm


I’m never taking the right one.

» Posted By Ama On 10.22.2008 @ 1:09 am


I miss the bright tulips that were of such a pure inexplicable red that it took your breath away. They’d sway in the breeze to the rhythm of my peddling that day when I learned how to ride a bike. I was in a light blue dress and I had just decided, then and there on my dry gravelly driveway, that I would learn to do what so many others had learned before me, and never forgotten. I barely scraped my knees, you know. But when I did, eventually, after many minutes of teetering and timing practice, the blood which dribbled lightly down my scarred knees mimicked so sweetly the pigment which the tulips greedily harbored. Often imitated, never duplicated; there was nothing of a truer red than those tulips. Tulip bulbs, folks.

» Posted By Ama On 10.15.2008 @ 10:22 pm


Three, four days. One word.

» Posted By Ama On 10.11.2008 @ 4:30 pm

Obviously everyone is going to write about birds and aeroplanes. So I’ll talk about the silhouettes of birds on telephone lines, which I admire and which falls under the category that everyone else immediately conceived as well. But it’s the flat pane of sky beneath the sharp black silhouettes that get me; the sky is so pale and bland yet somehow these paint splatters that take flight and eventually drop like blood make it so pretty. Things I’d like to write about.

» Posted By Ama On 10.07.2008 @ 10:08 pm


Everywhere I go, when I walk along the desert hills that pop out of this little town, I see yellow wildflowers dotting the way. I always cut my legs on the other plants, which isn’t very pleasant, but it’s nice to know that flowers can grow naturally even on the burnt sienna mountains or around areas where there have been forest fires in the past, which are now red from that pretty chili powder stuff that the planes spilled on it.

» Posted By Ama On 09.11.2008 @ 4:09 pm


Ah. Memory. My memory is good and long. To a fault. To constantly remember things that are just. so. perfect. Or to remember the perfect details of the perfect day. The perfect man. The perfect cocktail. My memory is so freakin’ good. I don’t forget a thing. I memorized your face, Casey. I memorized your hair. The color of your eyes. The smell of your skin. Good memory. Amen.

» Posted By AMA On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


The lawyer slams the documents on the desk and stoops down. Seeing his drawn face and tired eyes, he feels a sudden sense of foreboding.


A bitter smile curves the lawyer’s lips.

“You’re dead.”

» Posted By Ama On 02.25.2010 @ 11:51 pm


i love tofu. it tastes kinda fun, like something you wouldn’t imagine it to. my friend hates tofu. i like it with dashi, although my mouth gets really itchy and my lips puff up when i have my favorite combination of dashi and tofu. my dad made me eat tofu. it wasn’t nice of him and i had to pretend i didn’t like it. i secretly did.

» Posted By ama On 01.24.2010 @ 4:09 pm

«« Back To Stats Page