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I wish I could be.
» Posted By Calico On 05.30.2013 @ 5:14 pm
“Don’t hug me, I tore my oblique!” my teacher exclaims as his student excitedly try to hug him after having a big project due, and turned in.
» Posted By Calico On 05.28.2013 @ 9:17 pm
I’m not sure what this word means, so I’ll just say things that rhyme with it until the time is up. Twelve, shelve(s)
» Posted By Calico On 05.27.2013 @ 10:29 pm
My thoughts were loaded onto a catapult and launched from my brain onto the paper as I wondered why I couldn’t speak as well as I write.
» Posted By Calico On 05.20.2013 @ 11:22 pm
The airstream comes out of the vent above the door to try and heat my cold room as I slip into bed and hope to stay there forever.
» Posted By Calico On 05.17.2013 @ 10:36 pm
The rocker slowly lulls the child into a peaceful state of homeostasis. As I see the girl quietly dreaming, I wonder if it’s only toddlers that can be lulled so easily to sleep by this. Maybe I should try falling asleep in a rocker, maybe it’ll cure the insomnia.
» Posted By Calico On 05.15.2013 @ 10:55 pm
I wish I had auburn hair, more than anything. Even though I’m depressed on the inside, I think that auburn would fit perfectly with me because it shows people that I’m not afraid to give up, and I’m not afraid to fight for what I believe in. Mess with a girl with auburn hair, and prepare to deal with the fire.
» Posted By Calico On 05.12.2013 @ 1:03 pm
My best friend loves beer. Not sure why. Maybe to fit in, maybe to calm her down, or maybe she truly loves the taste of it. I hate it. It tastes like acid that I can feel go down my throat and thunk into my stomach, and eventually I can feel it eating away at my liver.
» Posted By Calico On 05.08.2013 @ 12:42 am
Stories make up your childhood. Stories of fantasies far far away, with princesses and castles and promises of this one day happening to you. So is it the stories that I blame for being upset about where I am today? Or just myself?
» Posted By Calico On 05.07.2013 @ 6:44 am
That’s it, you’re done. There’s nothing more you can do. Checkmate, mate.
» Posted By Calico On 04.24.2013 @ 6:43 am
Why do certain people become attracted to certain things? Do we subconsciously choose who or what we’re attracted to? Older men, authors, cigarettes, all these things attract me, but I never feel like I choose those things, or do I?
» Posted By Calico On 04.13.2013 @ 7:47 pm
Life is hardly held down by anything close to an anchor. It’s not held down at all, but rather lifted. Lifted by your decisions and the people around you.
» Posted By Calico On 04.11.2013 @ 6:47 pm
The dashboard fogged up as our breathing got heavier and our skin got hotter and closer.
» Posted By Calico On 04.09.2013 @ 10:18 pm
The vines snuck up the side of the house to the roof. The size of pythons, they looked almost as though they planned to engulf the very shelter that kept us warm.
» Posted By Calico On 04.06.2013 @ 8:48 am
she allowed herself
one bagel every day,
skeletal dancer inside
stares met her on
the streets as she
wiped her pouty lips
» Posted By calico On 04.03.2013 @ 1:08 pm
The lipstick smudged onto her cheek as she dragged her hand sloppily across her face. “Sorry if I’m not what you expected,” she remarked monotonously. “You’re perfect,” he said.
» Posted By Calico On 04.02.2013 @ 11:34 pm
you look like the
birthmark i wanted
to have removed
as a child, the
smudge on my
said “you look
beautiful, it makes
you unique” but
all i saw was
to curse the sun
for baring me
on a cross.
» Posted By calico On 04.02.2013 @ 6:27 pm
The plague came. It took our sight, it took our hearing, our thoughts, our touch, all of our senses. It took out all previous thoughts and memories, wiped them clean. We weren’t able to remember what anything was like before this. How are we supposed to act and function after this beautiful plague has left? Love.
» Posted By Calico On 03.30.2013 @ 4:11 pm
It seems that I always get the bronze metal. No matter how hard I try or how much time I put into something, I’m never first. I’m not upset about it, and it’s never bothered me. Until you came, and I tried so hard to be the gold metal in your life, but ended up with a small bronze coin congratulating me on my efforts.
» Posted By Calico On 03.28.2013 @ 12:39 pm
“You’re destined for greatness” are words that I never want to hear. I feel like I could never take that amount of pressure, as all the heroes do in the famous movies. I don’t want to be destined for anything that will affect a bunch of people, I just want to take myself to a place of peace. I want to be destined for my own happiness.
» Posted By Calico On 03.26.2013 @ 11:16 pm
As the waves flow over the sand and smooth the rough edges of the rocks, your lips flow over my body effortlessly, causing all my worries to go away, and all my muscles to relax.
» Posted By Calico On 03.25.2013 @ 4:54 pm
“Beware,” she said. “Beware of the demons in my heart. Beware of the pain I’ve harbored for so long. Don’t you know that I could explode at any second? I can’t take this pressure for much longer.”
“Beware?” he responded. “Beware of that? I’m here to take that pressure away. Beware of me, for I might steal your vulnerable heart one day and fail to give it back.”
» Posted By Calico On 03.21.2013 @ 7:08 am
Is there really even a truth? I’ve told so many lies I can’t tell the difference between a simple lie, and the truth. I know the truth, but I can’t admit it to myself. What is the truth, anyway? Just a collision of words that usually end up making someone upset.
» Posted By Calico On 03.18.2013 @ 7:27 pm
There’s so many cities that I haven’t been to, with people I haven’t met. Huge cities with skyscrapers and angry, hurried people. Small cities with quaint, local businesses and friendly people. And the city that I want to be in most? Doesn’t matter really, it’s just wherever I can be with you.
» Posted By Calico On 03.17.2013 @ 2:54 pm
The first spring flower
coming overtly out of the frozen ground
testing, making sure it’s safe for the others.
A leader, not a follower.
I want to be like that spring flower,
heroic and beautiful.
» Posted By Calico On 03.15.2013 @ 6:07 pm
“Blasted cat,” I claim as a friend questions the scars on my wrist.
» Posted By Calico On 03.14.2013 @ 4:38 pm
My boyfriend is a director. He’s wonderful in every way, and I can’t possibly have asked for another guy. He isn’t controlling like a director, he’s actually not controlling at all. The only time he asks me to do something, is kiss him.
» Posted By Calico On 03.12.2013 @ 5:50 pm
Somebody is out there searching for somebody. Somebody is always searching for another somebody. Life consists of being somebody, and always searching for a somebody that you can be your somebody with.
» Posted By Calico On 11.12.2012 @ 10:05 pm
» Posted By calico On 11.21.2009 @ 4:25 pm
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dragon…. to it… it off… crackel and pop…. it shut. and my mind.
» Posted By calico On 02.01.2010 @ 4:23 pm