Comments Posted By Debs

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seldom

I’ve seldom seen the word “seldom”, not being from an english speaking country.I seldom write about the word instead with it.I seldom make such a worthless enty.

» Posted By debs On 09.13.2013 @ 12:22 pm

reconstruction

Complete reconstruction requires planning.Utter destruction requires passion.For creating we need estability, and for establishing chaos we need a heart.

» Posted By debs On 09.11.2013 @ 6:12 pm

timid

I’ve been said I came across a little timid.Untrue.And I’m willing to guess it’s untrue for most timid people you know.Perhaps the world inside their head is just better.Perhaps there is no good reason for coming out of it.Don’t flatter yourself and assume they are afraid of interacting with you, maybe they just don’t see why.

» Posted By debs On 09.10.2013 @ 3:00 pm

prisoner

Not only stuck inside a body, but forever in your own soul shape. At the same time, never completely enjailed, free by definition.A prisioner, to your own freedom.

» Posted By debs On 09.09.2013 @ 2:27 pm

complexity

What’s the complexity of the task anyways? It lays in the simplicity. One word, one minute. You’re lost in the easiness while staring at an arrengement of letters. The complex part is that you can do anything with it.

» Posted By debs On 09.08.2013 @ 11:35 am

bluegrass

She had heard the wind sing many types of music, but that specific night, it sang bluegrass.And the music filled her dreams with sweetness, embraced her in a dance, as it used to when sang by her mother.

» Posted By debs On 09.07.2013 @ 6:15 pm

She had heard the wind sing many types of songs, but that specific night, it sang bluegrass.And the music filled her dreams with sweetness, as it used to when sang by her mother.

» Posted By debs On 09.07.2013 @ 5:06 pm

dot

The dot of blood spread across the room with the vibration of each step he took. He proved right the theory that we only see what we want to see and walked indistinctly through the place.

» Posted By Debs On 07.26.2013 @ 2:33 am

painted

Painted into a corner, I panted until I found a way out. Hopped across on cardboard but knocked over the paint can in the process. The red semi-gloss spread over the floor like molasses out of a spilled jar and I was once again trapped. Not in the corner this time, however, but next to a window. I jiggled it open and called out to the dog walker out on the street. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a ladder would you?” They yanked the multiple leashes and herded their dogs around the corner and out of sight. I could just stand here until it dries. Or walk across in my bare feet and try to scrape of the paint later. So that’s what I did. When my boyfriend walked in, he dropped his bag and ran over to me. “Did you call 911???” He thought I was bleeding. Didn’t quite get the same sympathy when he realized what really happened.

» Posted By Debs On 06.06.2011 @ 12:03 pm

whiskey

the room was smoky, dark and the lingering scent of whiskey filled to nostrils of Roxanne and her pet, the pub was burning down and she was pleased to witness its eventual destruction.

» Posted By Debs On 04.18.2011 @ 9:07 am

tangle

I’m tangled up in this web of life, i never know where it will lead me, sometimes I get tangled up with other people, and sometimes I get tangled up alone. It’s great. Being tangled up is the best thing to happen to anyone. Who knew how this web was going to work. I mean, we are tangled up in situations we create or are created for us. Enjoy being tangled up! I do. BUut be careful who you are tangled up with!! Don’t get tangled up in situations you cannot get out of and make sure you don’t give out personal information. Thats a tangle too far!

» Posted By Debs On 02.18.2011 @ 1:02 am

caring

caring is sharing
is what they say
but what has world become?
there is little to none
crying, lying, and dying
what more is yet to come?
nothing, to hate we have succomb

» Posted By debs On 10.18.2009 @ 12:04 am

caring is sharing
is what they say
but what has world become?
there is little to none
crying, lying, and dying
what more is yet to come?
nothing, to hate we have succomb

» Posted By debs On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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