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She crosses the street stepping foot into a restaurant. it smells of fresh bread and as she looks around she resists making eye contact with the customers. wondering what life would be like if she were sitting in their place. she turns around and crosses back to the other side of the street.
» Posted By hayley On 07.31.2017 @ 11:39 pm
What a perfect word for today. Today is my one year anniversary with Evan and he is sitting quietly across from me with the kitties on my right sleeping. The sun is shinning, the temperature is perfect and the grass is green. This back patio embodies everything beautiful in my life.
» Posted By Hayley On 06.26.2016 @ 1:26 pm
The marketplace is vibrant and fast-moving. It can be infectious even addictive. But that does not excuse haggling in a respected establishment. Get the fuck out asshole.
» Posted By Hayley On 05.27.2016 @ 4:03 am
the other day my life came to a hault. I was notified that i would have to execute a plan to kill my own father. I knew it was something i had to do becuase of what was doen to me in the past but i never know i would be asked to do this unthinkable act.
» Posted By hayley On 11.05.2015 @ 6:23 pm
I’m losing control of my thoughts as they flow through my mind. It seems that they are going faster than I can process. My thoughts are becoming overbearing and I can’t seem to find a way to make it stop. These thoughts are tearing me apart and I’m struggling to find peace within it all.
» Posted By Hayley On 09.25.2015 @ 6:40 pm
I stood there at attention on the field, waiting for the judges to say they’re ready. It seemed like I waited for hours. Then before I knew it, the judges were ready, and they asked if the band was ready, and we did our salute.
» Posted By Hayley On 10.01.2014 @ 7:28 am
I never get a computer that works. I always grab one that has something wrong with it, even though I try to make sure I get a different number every day. The usb is broken, the computer won’t turn on, if it turns on it dies after 5 minutes.
» Posted By Hayley On 09.30.2014 @ 7:05 am
Conviction. I’ve been falsely convicted of many things. People blame me for things I haven’t done. Maybe it’s because they’re jealous or mad of the position I hold. Being a captain of a team a teenage girls is stressful. Whenever you accuse them of something, they may fire back on you, and claim that you have done things wrong to, but that’s just something you have to deal with.
» Posted By Hayley On 09.29.2014 @ 6:58 am
Boom! There’s an explosion! “Retreat, retreat!” The bomb explodes the whole campground, as the soldiers are running away.
» Posted By Hayley On 09.26.2014 @ 7:06 am
I hate it when my brother plays his pranks. He does things ranging from putting toads in our toilets to taking all of my shaving cream and emptying the contents into the bathtub. I am absolutely sick of it.
» Posted By Hayley On 07.22.2014 @ 6:58 pm
People go on about sentiment as if it matters.
I don’t grieve, I don’t want to invite my family to things I throw for friends. I don’t want to personally write thank you notes. I don’t like these people.
» Posted By Hayley On 01.19.2014 @ 5:37 am
Lunacy is all over the press at the moment. “Mental patients” are killing people left, right and centre. They’re a good source of fun in the Halloween costumes in multiple popular supermarkets. But they’re also real people with real emotions and experiences. Without knowing these people, don’t mock them.
» Posted By Hayley On 10.07.2013 @ 8:50 am
The word intrigue is rather intriguing itself; the spelling, the meaning; possibly because the meaning of “intrigue” can be different to many people. People find different things intriguing, therefore, making the word “intrigue” intriguing in itself.
» Posted By Hayley On 09.05.2013 @ 11:02 am
I once heard that the best thing a girl can be is a fool. A beautiful fool. I never understood how true that was until now. All I can hope for in my life is to be objectified by society, and I just hope that I’m good enough for that.
» Posted By Hayley On 06.09.2013 @ 2:52 pm
I can’t think of anything to write because I’ve already written a poem on this and I can’t continue.
» Posted By Hayley On 06.04.2013 @ 12:39 pm
the jet of bubbles came so quickly it knocked me off my feet. i couldn’t help but realize he was still standing even though the immense amount of air was pushing on both of us equally and perhaps that shows you something about our stability. i was always a little more psychotic than him i suppose and perhaps that is why i cannot balance.
» Posted By Hayley On 05.17.2013 @ 7:09 pm
The planters hanging in the backyard
Swinging in the wind
Remind me of you when times were better
But now you’re gone
And all that remains is the smell of your flowers
And the loneliness that comes
With waking up in an empty bed
» Posted By Hayley On 04.24.2013 @ 9:23 pm
In the wind the branch bowed to the wind and the leaves cheered gracefully as the sun rose. The branch was strong but over the many years of life, children had swung on it and broken its will to live.
» Posted By Hayley On 04.12.2013 @ 10:51 pm
There’s an anchor sitting on my chest
Tied to each of my ankles and and each of my wrists.
I think of them too much
Twist them into a million heavy burdens
As they drag me down and keep me still.
I whimper under their weight so much
And it’s not until they let me go
Until I feel light, but too dark
That I see them like you do.
Not burdens, but mementos
Holding my hands and stealing my breath.
Big rusty embraces, whispering
don’t leave me
» Posted By Hayley On 04.11.2013 @ 11:25 pm
He was about to die. He knew it, he just could not face it. But he had to, and that was all right.
» Posted By Hayley On 02.28.2013 @ 3:13 pm
I applied my fingers to the keys. He would never know, could never know; hell, SHOULD never know. It was too unspeakable, what I had done. It wasn’t even my fault…
I continued to strike each key on the piano, my fingertips brushing the white plastic, forcing out each note crystal clear.
» Posted By Hayley On 01.20.2013 @ 7:50 pm
power. key. better. higher class. makes you better than someone else. looked up too by others.
» Posted By hayley On 01.10.2013 @ 7:47 pm
Maybe He was a She. Lord She. Females need a true inspiration. Why cant there be the God and Godess.
» Posted By Hayley On 01.04.2013 @ 4:58 pm
The ampount of bullshit drama I have to put up with in highschool is ridiculous. Who cares whos dating who? Who cares if someone decides ti have sex, it’s their life. Why do people act like that. Why are teenagers such judgemental asshole. I’ve gotten in such little amount of drama in highschool, it’s funny. I just stay out of it. It isnt hard! So I dont get why so many people cant.
» Posted By Hayley On 01.02.2013 @ 6:34 pm
The season I am currently living in is Winter. But when I look out my window I see nothing but a depression. No snow. Just bare trees and bitter concrete.
» Posted By Hayley On 12.21.2012 @ 12:21 am
Not a lot of things. Especially not life. I wish it was. But don’t we all?
» Posted By Hayley On 12.05.2012 @ 8:21 pm
We both have something to feel. Whether we believe it or not, both of our feelings matter just as much as the other. Both of us are tied together. Both of us feel. Both of us are entitled to breathe. Both of us are entitled. It’s real. This “bothness” that we feel. We’re connected through this thing. We’re both here. We’re both together. Let’s both love.
» Posted By Hayley On 12.04.2012 @ 9:08 am
Squares are the four sided shapes that describe most of our daily lives. Our lives are like squares that never end, it’s just the same thing everyday the only difference is when we finally get to that corner and have to start again.
» Posted By Hayley On 11.23.2012 @ 7:20 pm
People work for me
They call them am employee
They don’t get paid as much
But it doesn’t matter to me
They will work their way up
To the top maybe
I was one once
But no longer
» Posted By Hayley On 11.15.2012 @ 9:49 pm
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Since, Sincinaty, Cincinnatti, sin sin natti! Natalie, stop sinning so much. Such a sinning sinner little Natalie Cincinnatti. Frank Sinatri. So is this supposed to make sense? What’s the purpose?
» Posted By Hayley On 10.14.2012 @ 5:00 am