Comments Posted By Anais
Displaying 1 To 30 Of 50 Comments
I see you in the corner of my eye. I’ll be living my life, not a care in the world, and I see a flash of what I’m sure has to be you. My breath stops and my heart drops. I thought I had forgotten the way you effect me, I thought everything we had was locked away and cemented over by a false recollection of tragedy. I still miss you, no matter what I say. I still miss you. No matter what I don’t say.
» Posted By Anaïs On 11.08.2015 @ 7:47 pm
I saw her standing over me, sunlight behind her, making her face unreadable. “What are you doing,” she asked, her nose scrunched up in curiosity. “I’m dreaming, maybe of you, but more likely about food”. “That’s stupid”. She kicked dirt at me until I sat up. Her freckles were luminous against her skin. “well maybe you shouldn’t hover then”.
» Posted By Anaïs On 03.31.2015 @ 4:22 pm
combine all ingredients. mix well.
pour in 5×9 pan.
bake 15 min or until brown.
» Posted By anais On 10.03.2012 @ 6:46 am
I like to ice skate its bringing me peace and my head lifts up and everything that is heavy just go away. I can see all the ice and the wind is bringing me all the cold and wet small pieces of nature. It just feels amazing. I wonder how nature did this wonderfulness. I dream about being there with My love.
» Posted By anais On 07.23.2012 @ 6:46 am
» Posted By anais On 06.16.2012 @ 1:29 am
The classical era dawned over Europe, bringing with it a rise in the popularity of instrumental music, and a decline in the popularity of Italian opera – in which singers mutilated the text and meaning of arias to flaunt their vocal technique.
» Posted By Anais On 05.06.2012 @ 3:27 pm
we had separated. With no home or children or pets to divide up it wasn’t a messy affair. Just a painful one. I curled up on my bed that first night of being alone, looking at the places on my walls that had been markers of you, photographs and notes scribbled as you made your way out the door. I thought that the tokens of your love would be hard to see so I removed them from sight, but the spaces left behind you are worse.
» Posted By Anais On 05.02.2012 @ 3:35 pm
sometimes you have to make yourself be creative. on those days when you’d rather not get out of bed, and you can’t be bothered to make anything better than tea and toast for every meal. sometimes writing about something unpleasant is a necessary part of your day. you only have so many days that are really yours in life; make them count!
» Posted By Anais On 04.28.2012 @ 5:57 pm
Reform American Schoolgirls. John Lennon. Bette Davis, Tramonto. Marilyn Monroe and Tom Ewell, the Seven Year Itch. Red Hot Chili Peppers.
» Posted By Anais On 04.26.2012 @ 7:53 pm
my lips in winter. bare branches outside shaking window panes as the air turns frosty and the nights get longer and all I can think is “why am I not with you?”
» Posted By Anais On 04.24.2012 @ 10:03 pm
, girl with a pearl.
» Posted By Anais On 04.17.2012 @ 8:20 pm
“really? so what is desk in Italian?”
» Posted By Anais On 04.15.2012 @ 1:01 pm
the smell of cinnamon drifted out of the kitchen through the doorway. I inhaled deeply.
» Posted By Anais On 04.15.2012 @ 8:28 am
your body and soul. bathe in sunlight and love and know that you are enough. nourish your spirit with the knowledge that you have never been more glorious than you are this moment, right now, on the earth, under the sun, glowing, breathing, vibrant and alive.
» Posted By Anais On 04.12.2012 @ 6:07 pm
I tell him not to jump in it, he just changed his pants and I’ll have to take him back to his father all wet, but he doesn’t listen. He shrieks his delight as water splashes up into his boots. He grins like sunshine.
» Posted By Anais On 04.10.2012 @ 11:37 am
and needles in my toes after I gave you a backrub, sitting on the bed, cutting off the circulation through my ankles as you typed and typed late at night and I was wearing lingerie, trying to get you to bed, but you had to work, same as before, same as always, same as forever.
» Posted By Anais On 04.09.2012 @ 6:28 pm
I thought I’d be experiencing this after a breakup, not in a relationship. I don’t think this is working. It won’t stop hurting. My rib cage feels bruised. My brain is tired, I’m tired of being cast aside.
» Posted By Anais On 04.08.2012 @ 12:01 pm
stretching up to the pale March sun. a few hopeful buds have appeared early, coiled close to the bark huddled away from the sudden burst of frosty wind.
» Posted By Anais On 04.07.2012 @ 2:51 pm
when I was very small my parents took me with them on a trip to France and England. On the place there we met a flight attendant who had the same name as me. I haven’t met anyone called Anais since.
» Posted By Anais On 04.02.2012 @ 2:14 pm
the blazing sun hung over the clear road as we set out in the early morning, still half-asleep, but giddy with anticipation.
» Posted By Anais On 04.01.2012 @ 1:18 pm
this class was often a great time. particularly in third year, when we learned cheering charms. jolly good stuff.
» Posted By Anais On 03.31.2012 @ 1:00 pm
we pretended we were out in the rain. we opened our umbrellas and while you were splashing in make-believe puddles I let the torrents pour down me. I opened an umbrella indoors.. but I think I’ve had about as much bad luck as I can hold.
» Posted By Anais On 03.30.2012 @ 4:15 pm
capturing a moment. capture my lips with yours and in that moment take my heart too, I don’t want it any more. an caterpillar in a jar.
» Posted By Anais On 03.28.2012 @ 3:17 pm
I control my temper, probably unwisely. I just want to hit you, I want to hurt you, as much as you hurt me.
» Posted By Anais On 03.25.2012 @ 3:27 pm
you are exquisite, in every way. from the scars on your back to your too-thin ankles. from your soon-to-be-receding hairline to your long toes. I just want to treasure you, and this exquisite gift.
» Posted By Anais On 03.24.2012 @ 5:50 pm
all that’s left is dust and a letter on my nightstand, your almost unreadable printing telling me you will always love me. and now all that’s left is dust and a letter on my nightstand.
» Posted By Anais On 03.23.2012 @ 3:02 pm
Open it. Photographs, faded demin, cards and a letter, sealed with a kiss from her to you.
» Posted By Anais On 03.22.2012 @ 12:54 pm
I’m fixed on you. The idea of what I should be for you is all-consuming. Lover, friend, support personel, therapist, colleague. But above all – anything you want me to be.
» Posted By Anais On 03.21.2012 @ 3:50 pm
for a movie, or a tv show. my teachers rate me poorly, I’m sure, after the mess I’ve made of this year. I rate you a ten. Too bad you’re kind of an ass… Sometimes.
» Posted By Anais On 03.20.2012 @ 12:56 pm
Back To Stats Page
I was walking through the tunnel, everything was so dark and cold. I had nothing else to guide me but my hands against the wall of dirt. I then kicked something and it felt like a stick. It was a torch
» Posted By Anais On 03.18.2012 @ 9:27 pm