Comments Posted By Emerald
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recently,my belongings have been stolen by Mr. Nobody..
» Posted By Emerald On 10.01.2013 @ 8:03 am
when the cat want to eat, it would “meow” to tell the keeper.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.22.2013 @ 6:25 pm
When someone without a home is alone. Usually due to some form of hardness that has reviously happened in their life. A lot of people who are homeless suffer from mental illness. When I was about 7 i found a dime and gave it to a homeless man because i felt bad for him. but you shouldn’t feel bad. They’re doing all they can and then it’s destiny for the rest of the way.
» Posted By Emerald On 06.03.2013 @ 2:39 pm
I pulled into the neighborhood in my shitty old Volkswagon Beetle and was embarrassed I had even come. I could never be with him. He was well off, living in this huge, glamorous brick mansion, and I lived in an apartment with three roommates.
» Posted By Emerald On 03.23.2013 @ 10:00 am
I take another step up the mountain, planting m spiked shoe into the gravel and using my knee as an anchor to pull myself up. How did my girlfriend convince me this was a good idea to get some exercise? This was too much for my frail body to handle. I lost my balance and fell. The last thing I felt was the rock, scorching from the pounding sun, burning against my bruised forehead.
» Posted By Emerald On 03.09.2013 @ 7:39 pm
I take another step, planting my spiked boot into the ground and anchoring my knee to hoist myself up. How did she convince me to go hiking? This rugged terrain was just too much for my frail body to handle. I collapsed, and the last thing I could feel was the burning hot rock against my forehead.
» Posted By Emerald On 03.09.2013 @ 7:36 pm
Every experience is special. Every experience is important.. not just the good ones. Failing teaches you that things don’t just work themselves out. You need to make it work. Losing shows to that you need learn to get back up and hope again, because things will knock you down and you can’t let them keep you there. Pain is important, because it helps you appreciate happiness when it finally comes your way.
» Posted By Emerald On 01.05.2013 @ 2:07 pm
Lord. Our Father. Is He real? This idea of an over-arching figure that protects us from all harm and grants us eternal life, all under just one condition: we believe in Him despite not having any evidence of His existence. Why would He create a creature designed to define existence as what can be sensed by the body, and then expect it to go against the logic that He himself created? Did he think his book was sufficient? His book was written by humans, and is no more reliable than word of mouth. Please Lord, give me a reason to believe. If you are going to guide me, show me that the path is safe, and that the ground won’t fall out from under my feet. Give me something concrete to hold on to.
» Posted By Emerald On 01.05.2013 @ 12:23 am
I found it on the ground. The silvery shape, tainted, and scratched. It seemed like a worthless trinket, but it turned out to be one of Marie Antoinette’s old pendants. What a find! I couldn’t believe I found something so valuable in my back yard.
» Posted By Emerald On 11.05.2012 @ 1:17 pm
the sheets lay in front of me, tampered and leaving a scent of lies. lies that have destroyed a relationship that was so promising and new. a relationship that brought the feeling of comfort even in a time of destruction.
» Posted By emerald On 10.13.2010 @ 12:23 pm
“What have you been eating under there? ”
“You’ve been eating underwear!?!?”
» Posted By Emerald On 08.20.2010 @ 1:51 pm
An explosion that destroys and consumes. An incredible force that melt things into an unrecognizable thing.
» Posted By Emerald On 08.17.2010 @ 10:08 pm
God is eternal, and He is love, therefore his love for us is eternal.
» Posted By Emerald On 08.16.2010 @ 3:21 pm
Suddenly, there was you. Suddenly, I was in your bed. Suddenly, there was a baby, a life, a house, and a whole mess of problems. Suddenly, you were gone. Suddenly, I was alone. All of a sudden there was nothing but time.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.24.2010 @ 4:52 am
She was in my arms. I cuddled her close as the light dimmed and the room grew silent of nothing but my child in my arms. A true gift, given to me by God. I wanted for nothing but this moment to continue in for an eternity. This was true love.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.21.2010 @ 11:17 pm
I lie in the places you overlook. I want to be the person you look at everyday and smile, like you know me. Yet, I am just a figment of the back of your mind. I miss you. I mean nothing to you. I am a ghost.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.12.2010 @ 6:40 pm
I am merely a pawn in his game. I didn’t know how I had gotten this far in the first place. They thought I was smart. I was supposed to be the golden girl. I guess I was wrong. I cried for years.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.03.2010 @ 6:41 pm
The hottest trend, the newest shoes, the way you look to others is the most important thing in the world. It’s how the world sees you. It’s who you are to strangers. It’s all your life is. It’s GOD.
» Posted By Emerald On 07.01.2010 @ 6:31 am
Spike was my first dog. I remember the day I found him underneath the Johnson’s front tire. I remember screaming, ruining my sister’s birthday party. She hated me for months. It was pure trauma.
» Posted By Emerald On 06.29.2010 @ 4:22 am
i send them out but only get a few in return. I like to think i send them to make someone else’s day…because i know how much i love to get mail. but in reality it is my own form of therapy knowing that someone out there is getting a piece of me. so that even if im gone to tomorrow ill stay with them on paper.
» Posted By Emerald On 03.04.2010 @ 2:11 pm
Letters letters letters. Everything is made of them. Hate, love, humor, sadness. My pen is bleeding them, or my fingers draining them out on a keyboard. I cant stop it, i need it.
» Posted By Emerald On 03.04.2010 @ 10:14 am
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The loss of an identity. She gave herself away little by little to every man that she came by, and by the end of it she was no more than a speck of dust in the form of skin and bones with a name she was told to have.
» Posted By Emerald On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am