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A individual who uses medical tools to put make your teeth to be in the best condition
» Posted By Hello On 09.16.2017 @ 3:45 pm
Why can’t I lure the voices around me into a cage filled with life sucking monsters? Why can’t they stop talking? Why can’t I have one moment of peace and solitary? What would happen if I took away their voices?
» Posted By Hello On 03.02.2016 @ 12:20 pm
The last encounter is always more memorable than the first.
» Posted By Hello On 02.23.2016 @ 12:12 pm
I just finished writing a paper relating to my family, so no more. I’m done. Goodbye.
» Posted By Hello On 02.11.2016 @ 12:04 pm
Erin Gardener. That’s what she said as she went down the list of the twenty plus students. Gardener. A teacher, one that I presume obtained a teacher degree, pronounced my last name, Gartner, Gardener. I am not an employee of Mother Earth. I do not tend to the weeds that run-a-muck in the old lady’s flower patch. I do not have brown, dirt colored stains pressed on my black pants. I am not a Gardener.
» Posted By Hello On 02.09.2016 @ 12:03 pm
What value do you hold? Are you the off brand value, or do you possess true, deep, strong importance? Do the words and actions that complete you equal the type of value, that someone is willing to pay the full amount for, or do your lack of words and actions express the cheap, discounted value? Is your presence know? Is your presence wanted? Don’t be the great value water, be the Figi water you know you can be.
» Posted By Hello On 02.05.2016 @ 12:07 pm
The antique, rickety bench, was all that stood between my and my fate. A wood smelling piece of furniture, that housed the very people that would decide my fate. The smack, that resembled a light beam striking earth, followed the words I dreaded to hear. I was free, according to the council. But I knew I would never be free.
» Posted By Hello On 02.03.2016 @ 12:07 pm
The mouse climbed down the chimney string in hand. As the air pushed upwards against his feet, his delicate whiskers began to shrivel, curling at the ends. The dark tattered piece of cloth that he found in the gutter, flapped back and forth like a flag on a windy day. As the clever, white mouse reached the bottom, he plopped his feet out and landed like a gymnast, plunk. The long string that stretched from atop the building to the floor on which he now stood, was now occupied by the same clever, white, but smaller mice. This was their only chance.
» Posted By Hello On 02.01.2016 @ 12:04 pm
As I typed these words, my head began to pound with a monster headache.
» Posted By Hello On 01.28.2016 @ 12:00 pm
Armor. My armor is neither shiny nor strong. It is not bulky nor clunky. It does not require a shining every time it is worn. If placed upon my chest during a duel, a new, red spot would appear. My armor does not protect in the sense of physicality, no. My armor is black and fuzzy. It lays horizontally across my body, covering every inch from my head to my toes. When it’s wrapped around me, time stops. It protects me mentally. It shields my mind from the stress of the “outside world.” And it was only $60 dollars.
» Posted By Hello On 01.26.2016 @ 12:08 pm
I sat there in the car, my eyes trying to find something else to focus on. Please give me something else, for right next to me sat the very child that I did not want to see. The very child that seven years ago, I watched come out of the hospital with a bright pink balloon.The very child that was to sit with me in the car for the next three hours. At one point in the six years that she started to communicate actual words, she decided that just asking one question wasn’t enough. She decided that stating one fact wasn’t enough. I had also decided that the best way to respond to her 24/7 conversations, was a simple and vague response. “…and you can make portals that take you to the nether.” “Oh, really, wow.” Did I have any idea what she was talking about, no. But she thought I did, and honestly that’s the only thing that mattered.
» Posted By Hello On 01.22.2016 @ 12:07 pm
I wish a portal would take me to the future, so I could see what my finished creative writing paper will look like.
» Posted By Hello On 01.21.2016 @ 6:49 pm
If camouflage is something you can’t see, then from now on, the rest of my story will be camouflaged.
» Posted By Hello On 01.19.2016 @ 11:58 am
Confident is something I am not, but yet I am at the same time. It’s like a mood more than an adjective. Sometimes it’s there busting out of me, and other times it’s hiding in the corner. I have found that confidence doesn’t define a person. No, what defines a person is the actions that the owner creates using this confidence like a back bone. Confidence is always there, but in varied amounts. The question is, when are you most confident?
» Posted By Hello On 01.14.2016 @ 12:05 pm
The earth shook moving each and every element. The water stop flowing and was instead replaced with a hot, liquidy, mess. The air was dry as your hands on a cold winter day. The ground began to crack leaving no piece of dirt untouched. The creatures that roamed this planet dropped, one by one. This was the end, no. This was the beginning.
» Posted By Hello On 01.12.2016 @ 12:04 pm
It was a wool coat. I could not believe it. A wool coat? That’s very heartfelt I thought. I couldn’t wear wool though. I reacted to it in a bad way. I decided I’d return the coat and buy something else with the money. That’s all folks.
» Posted By Hello On 04.24.2014 @ 10:40 pm
I’m not there yet. I tell myself and mostly believe it. Sometimes I get that glimmer that maybe I’ve reached the level of being which is lit-up and extreme and beautiful and alive. And sometimes I stare at my crusty pyjamas and my old worn-in life and I think ‘I’m not there yet.’ But I’m still young. Young enough to be anything and dirty my life with choices wonderful and mundane, should I choose it.
» Posted By Hello On 04.14.2014 @ 5:04 pm
nonsense on the moon
following me round and round
telling right from wrong following me round and round
» Posted By hello On 03.03.2014 @ 8:04 am
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» Posted By hello On 07.05.2013 @ 6:27 am
It is a shape that has four corners and four sides. Each side is a right angle. Rectangles can be squares, but squares cannot be rectangles. They are check marks.
» Posted By Hello On 11.23.2012 @ 11:29 pm
Comfort exists for the lonely and the broken. It soothes the deepest hurts and failures and makes life worth living. Where is my comfort?
» Posted By hello On 08.20.2012 @ 2:43 pm
Comfort is warmth. A soft hand, a gentle rain, the love of a friend. I have no comfort in my life but comfort is what makes life okay. My life is not okay. I have no comfort.
» Posted By hello On 08.20.2012 @ 2:41 pm
My bother was just in jail. He commited a crime. we all comit crimes in ome way or another. we’re all assholes at heart fucking shit up but some of us dont get caught. and it’s not illegal to break someones heart. and it doesnt even matter becaue a heart isnt really anything that can be broken and i’m really confused about what i should tell the authorities.
» Posted By hello On 06.01.2012 @ 6:46 pm
sound is loud, silent maybe ut then again silence is golden like jewelry and it could be quiet and dull like a dried out gray paint.
» Posted By Hello On 05.04.2012 @ 4:29 am
» Posted By hello On 04.19.2012 @ 10:27 am
glow old luminous oil illuminate fulfill tin lamp creaky smoke
» Posted By hello On 03.01.2012 @ 10:21 pm
wood, strong, oak, turned to chest a trunk of memories old photographs, mere faces scratched upon paper. words- letters should have been sent
» Posted By Hello On 01.03.2012 @ 2:47 pm
So warm delightful, peoples soul dance in every flame.
» Posted By Hello On 12.23.2011 @ 8:31 pm
You me, your arm around me warm, not from the fire in our fireplace your heart beat faster faster, me, drawing, our love on this paper fire starter present wrapping our family tree, not burning growing in flames our children smiling, there voices. i love you. This fire is so delightful.
» Posted By Hello On 12.23.2011 @ 8:13 pm
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Tempers flare up. But I can’t think. Blank. Empty. I’m screwed up. We are gonna lose the debate.
» Posted By hello On 11.19.2011 @ 9:01 pm