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i was so relieved that I didn’t have to go up in front of the classroom today to present my speech. I was so nervous to do that. I will have to do it tommorrow though.

» Posted By ice On 08.20.2015 @ 7:55 am


» Posted By ice On 08.20.2015 @ 7:50 am


Her dip-dyed hair stood out prominently among the rest. Her numerous piercings and tattoos on display garnered a lot of flak between the spectators. She looked starkly different from her surroundings and even more different from those around her.
Her one mistake would mean an endless supply of bland hospital food i.e till the time she’s alive.

» Posted By Ice On 02.09.2015 @ 9:45 am


She sat there, in the same position, remembering her past days. Her past days when she played the piano to her heart’s content, and he encouraged her to play more. She could make him listen to the piano’s notes for hours as he stared at her affectionately while she played it. Now, as her fingers ran through the keyboard, a ten-year old similar sound struck her memory lane.

» Posted By Ice On 02.07.2015 @ 6:14 am


Our leader could change everything. He had an enchanting personality and a rather positive aura with a spoonful of wisdom. We hoped our worries and woes would be answered when he comes to power, which were only possible if he existed ever.

» Posted By Ice On 02.05.2015 @ 5:51 am


The mast of the ship soared high, battling the gigantic waves from wrecking the ship. He listlessly gazed into the horizon, hoping to find a piece of land, however small, to feel the land beneath his feet again.

» Posted By Ice On 02.03.2015 @ 6:19 am


The day mankind was wiped off from the earth’s surface, the day a nuclear explosion shook the roots of each living being. That day had arrived. As the world reeled through the horrors of that day, every mortal introspected within to seek answers that were essential for survival, for their tomorrow.

» Posted By Ice On 01.31.2015 @ 10:14 pm


Desolate and torn from within, my heart broke into a million pieces each time I saw him. Each time I thought about him, and wondered what we could’ve been, if he had stayed. I wanted clearance and closure, a happy memory that reminds me of the good times we spent together.

» Posted By Ice On 01.30.2015 @ 11:07 pm


Whining and complaining, the little boy with the blue satchel walked disapprovingly towards the school bus. He had no agenda for the day, unlike yesterday when he managed to stick his teacher to her chair. Today was going to be boring.

» Posted By Ice On 01.30.2015 @ 10:45 am


And as he let out his last breath, he wished he could see her dance for the last time. Dance to the tune of his heartbeats and feel his love for her before he bid adieu. His heart metered its last beats and he gradually slipped into eternal peace.

» Posted By Ice On 01.29.2015 @ 1:43 am


And as I approached the Dais for the last time, my heart had resolved to capture this moment forever, and embrace the end of a wonderful journey. A significant part of my life was nearing the end, and my heart broke little by little with the thought of bidding adieu to the world of which made me what I am.

» Posted By Ice On 01.28.2015 @ 1:58 am


the abyss of the uncertain blocked her view
from distinguishing herself from the rest
a coarse and grainy silhouette of hers
she failed to establish her identity, no different from them

» Posted By Ice On 07.30.2014 @ 8:31 am


her fragrance adorned her smile like an enchanting flower. her mere presence instilled me with soothing emotions. i was now a cauldron stirring with happiness. inspite of that mask she had, i felt her embracing my new found happiness.

» Posted By Ice On 06.12.2014 @ 4:31 am


he despised himself. hated himself and what not. he wondered if she’d ever come back in his arms again. just because of that one mistake she left him alone, taking her own route afar.
inspite of his many efforts to track her down, he failed to even catch a glimpse of her.
she’d gone, gone far away with the stars.

» Posted By Ice On 01.07.2014 @ 1:57 am


as she stepped out in the bright daylight, she focused her eyes in the sky as an attempt to locate the balloons. instead, she had to squint her eyes as the blinding sunlight obscured her vision.

» Posted By Ice On 09.28.2013 @ 5:17 am


life is too short to utter the word “if” a hundred times a day. life’s restrictions and complications can make you do so, but it’s up to you to celebrate the joyous beauty of life, or sit solemnly on the couch whining how you can’t watch your favorite movie because your tv broke down.

» Posted By Ice On 06.27.2013 @ 2:42 am


how amazing it would be for a short-height person like me to stand above the crowd and watch everything with sheer content! wish it were a permanent part of my life. stilts do fulfill my wish,but only for a limited time ’cause it’s impossible to sit with stilts. will have to rejoice while standing itself!

» Posted By Ice On 06.24.2013 @ 2:20 am

how amazing it would be for a short-height person like me to stand above the crowd and watch everything with sheer content! wish it were a permanent part of my life. stilts do fulfill my wish,but only for a limited time ’cause it’s impossible to sit with stilts. will have to rejoice while standing itself!

» Posted By Ice On 06.24.2013 @ 2:20 am


today was her day. the day for which she had been waiting for ages. she stood there silent, waiting for him in her beautiful velvet, off white dress, with a majestic clip embellishing her silky smooth hair.
and there he was, with a bouquet of roses in his hand, he gave her an excited look. her lips curved into a smile, which adorned her threefold than before.

» Posted By Ice On 06.21.2013 @ 2:24 am


tensed and worried, he raised his hand in order to ruffle the sleeved shirt. but, unfortunately, even that didn’t help. he returned to his apprehensive state, wondering when its grip over him would loosen.

» Posted By Ice On 06.16.2013 @ 5:45 am


Pixels. What could they probably mean. as for me, they’re the miniature little dots that together compose the picture of a tv. they’re made of the three primary colors. in terms of literature, they can be used in a variety of ways.

» Posted By Ice On 06.15.2013 @ 7:27 am

umm. pixels.(what could they probably mean?) if you look at it technically, they’re the small little miniature dots that make any picture on the television. in terms of literature, it’s pretty deep stuff.

» Posted By Ice On 06.15.2013 @ 7:13 am

when you first see’re like what could probably those mean? as in,’s what you hear when you talk about tv etc. and they’re just those tiny little dots you see of the three primary colors. well, that was all technical stuff. in terms of literature, they’re the basics of anything.

» Posted By Ice On 06.15.2013 @ 7:11 am


final, the ultimate. scary, huh? but then again, a beginning always comes with an end. even when the astroid killed all the dinosaurs, life went on.
so what will happen when we’re gone? when you’re gone? i hope it’s good, but who really cares?

» Posted By ice On 03.03.2011 @ 6:35 pm



That’s what happens when your mind goes blank, and you think of all the memories you had.

Both good and bad.

Is that a good thing? Sometimes it isn’t. You start feeling regret… and anger… and soon, you start thinking if your life now is what is the best for you.

» Posted By Ice On 08.09.2010 @ 9:15 pm


Nothing is gentle anymore.
Gentle gets you walked on.
Gentle is coddling to death.
Gentle is Mr. Rogers plugging King Friday XIII, and not an an “advertising” sense.
Gentle just needs to leave me alone.

» Posted By Ice On 10.26.2008 @ 6:34 pm


as i walk in the path, i ask myself did i leave a mark of what i did in the past that could have affected anyone somehow?

» Posted By ice On 10.23.2008 @ 11:56 am


Ill be proud when I accomplish surviving this break up, its been hard and I cant wait to just be ok with it. I will be very proud when I feel ok again.
Not to say im not proud of many other things in my life. I am, this is just the most difficutlt thing in my life right now.

» Posted By Ice On 09.21.2008 @ 2:29 pm


is it ambition or is it born out of selfishness? I never could figure it out. is it good to be driven? or is something bad, something that makes you push other people out of the way. driving headlong into wherever you think you want to head.

» Posted By ice On 05.24.2008 @ 8:42 am


What I wish I was. I know I am incomplete now but one day I will be whole. My mind and body will be filled and I will be happy, not the happiness that comes from without but from within.
To be complete is to know yourself and to accept.

» Posted By Ice On 04.26.2008 @ 10:04 am

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