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Sometimes it feels like everything is just pressing down on my chest and I can’t escape and I can’t breathe and I can’t live and I can’t love and everything is just painful. I’m scared even more of everything becoming numb.
» Posted By Justice On 01.07.2015 @ 10:20 am
I rented my first apartment this year. As exciting as it is, it’s been hard. Shannon and I have completely different styles of cleanliness, and it’s extremely expensive. But I love the fact that I live in a good neighbourhood and am safe.
» Posted By Justice On 01.06.2015 @ 9:44 am
I’m devastated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devastated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devastated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devastated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
» Posted By Justice On 01.03.2015 @ 10:53 pm
I’m devestated that I feel like killing myself is the answer. I’m devestated that I am a burden to my friends. I’m devestated that I don’t know how to be happy in life. I’m devestated that I’ve stopped doing the things I love.
» Posted By Justice On 01.03.2015 @ 10:53 pm
The days turned into months and months turned into years but you still stuck by my side throughout every cold, harsh winter and every slipping tears. But, it’s funny now how when I look at you today I see hatred radiating from you and a deep sense inside of you that I was never good enough for you and I will never be good enough for you and we will always be facing different ends. Rivalry is funny to me, because rivalry doesn’t always have had to exist for it to be there at once.
» Posted By Justice On 12.06.2014 @ 8:24 am
She was glowing. It seemed to him that even in these dark times when everything seemed like it was crashing down, she was the calm center of it all. The eye of the hurricane. In the midst of the overpowering darkness, she glowed. And he loved her for it.
» Posted By Justice On 09.06.2014 @ 6:25 am
please not this word
my brain is stuck in thinking
I thought of football as soon as I’d seen it
though, I don’t have much experience
not one to play sports though I never have been
never been in a huddle, not once
I suppose that this is for imagination
though the amount of writer’s block I have doesn’t help much
I must admit
» Posted By Justice On 07.21.2014 @ 2:25 pm
A fleet of ships floated gracefully on the water beneath them, looking more so like a parade than officers destined to fight for our country.
» Posted By Justice On 07.20.2014 @ 1:25 pm
We’ve all been stupid before but you were the stupidest one of us all with the stubborn head and the desire to leave. I guess that’s why you joined America’s Fleet, so you could leave and travel the world. But you didn’t think about what being a navy officer really meant, did you? I guess that’s why you were killed. Stupidity and longing to run.
» Posted By Justice On 07.20.2014 @ 1:24 pm
My grandmother used to sew in the dark nights of the war. She would sit on the same couch in the same spot and sew with the needle that was far too large to be necessary. Quilting was her habit. I still have the blanket that she was quilting for me, the one she was quilting when she died on that couch. It seems a bit morbid I suppose, but it was what I did for her. The only thing I had from her left.
» Posted By Justice On 07.19.2014 @ 3:23 pm
The soft blanket lay sprawled across my bed, untouched. My friend had dared to touch it the other day only to get yelled at as a response. A precious heirloom was exactly what it was. Sure the quilt was raggedy and barely sewn together but she had made it. The one who was gone now. A blanket quilted with love.
» Posted By Justice On 07.18.2014 @ 7:34 pm
The word perfect was clearly unachievable now. My life was supposed to be flawless, blemishes simply not allowed – no alterations required. But here I was, a mess on the floor in my bathroom, clutching tissue in my small shivering hands. It almost seems funny now.
» Posted By Justice On 07.17.2014 @ 6:06 pm
You’d think that after this time he’d be able to speak. Maybe even move. But he was just there. The rest of them didn’t do anything because they knew it would only make them feel worse when they got no reaction. It wasn’t like he’d give them any reaction though, he had bound himself to being still. The last time he had spoke had been at the funeral and he had barely spoken then. Now, all he did was sit and stare wondering why the world still existed when he was in this much pain. No movement occured as he sat there, with empty eyes without tears. His eyes were still, though they needed to have tears pour out of them. His lips were still, muttering no words. His body was still, unable to move through pain. His heart was still because he felt nothing. But he felt as though he may never feel again.
» Posted By Justice On 05.31.2014 @ 2:16 pm
THe race was almost done. Jake could see the end in sight. He pushed himself one more bit to cross the finish line. Then it happened. He had felt his laces loosen during the race, and it was costing him now. He fell forward and the boy behind him passed him. He had lost the championship.
» Posted By Justice On 01.14.2013 @ 8:26 am
The girl went stumbling down the walkway bing chased by midevil guards. Episode on evil. As she tore through the doors the clear night sky swallowed her into the mist. A deep breath reminded her that she was intact alive. With out reviling on her new found strength she consingrrated on the foot steps behind her and how to make them disappear ion the distence. Just in time she spots an old pick up and jumps in. The knights on there horses are left behind as she rides away in her makeshift carrage.
» Posted By Justice On 09.16.2012 @ 7:40 pm
Multiple texts in the old woman’s room. Hundreds, if not more. Shelves upon shelves of books faced the center of the room, with a dusty hue that reflected the woman’s wisdom. She looked up and smiled sadly at me, before closing her eyes for what may have been the last time.
» Posted By Justice On 08.11.2012 @ 12:59 am
I couldn’t count my losses – they were many, too many. I frowned as I glanced down at the sand slipping through my fingers to rejoin the other millions of grains. What was I without her? Another wave crashed, and my phone still didn’t ring.
» Posted By Justice On 07.30.2012 @ 11:40 pm
I was only 6 years old. I trailed behind the principal as he looked for the criminal of the playground: Bobby…? I wasn’t sure of his name, but the kid sure was bad. I was going to help the principal find this guy: I was going to be a hero. Suddenly, the principal turned around and glowered down at me. “What are you doing?” he asked.
» Posted By Justice On 07.30.2012 @ 12:29 am
dont dwell on the pass, its gone and over with. live in the present thats all you can ever do. dont do the future either. that shits scary!!!!!!!!!! yep. true story. qwertyuiop dont DWELLLLLL
» Posted By justice On 06.23.2012 @ 12:34 pm
He crouched down behind the shed. When he looked up again, she was gone. “Where did she go?” he breathed to himself. He looked around but couldn’t see where she had gone. He knew only one thing, she was the most beautiful creature God had ever graced the earth with.
» Posted By Justice On 09.20.2011 @ 6:25 pm
Wonder is phenomenal. Awesome in the true sense of the world. An overwhelming sense of love, amazement, and the realization that the world is a truly beautiful place, where indescribable things occur. That is wonder.
» Posted By Justice On 06.17.2011 @ 10:15 pm
sticky and sweet was what that candy was like and it was all over his hands. However, that didn’t stop him from picking up the big sticks that he always tried to bring in the house and in the car. I just have to laugh because his sticks get bigger each time he comes home with one.
» Posted By Justice On 12.17.2010 @ 7:54 am
I don’t dream about science. Science is far too exact for me. There are far too many equations and possibilities involved. Science is frightening because of this fact. I like to think of people in their white lab coats, very efficiently trying to come up with the answers we all so desperately seek.
» Posted By Justice On 06.07.2010 @ 6:18 am
I wear a suit each and every day. I own seven of all the same color, fit, price, and everything else that could possibly be identical about them. I dream that one day, I can change the color of these suits, and perhaps with that, change the colors of my life.
» Posted By Justice On 06.06.2010 @ 10:56 am
the princess stood still as she looked across her vast kingdom. soon it would be hers. soon she would rule over it all. the only problem was that she needed a king to rule with her. she needed someone that would be strong. she wanted someone who could take care of her. but there were no suitors in all the land. and she was doomed to be princess forever. looking at the kingdom that should be hers. but it was not.
» Posted By justice On 01.25.2009 @ 12:20 pm
there’s a lot of things that can make change. but i think the most important aspect of ‘change’ is how a person deals with it. i personally feel that change is good. any kind of change. i like the challenge. i like the uncertainty. i like the idea that something can happen that never happened before. its change. either that or some money in my pocket.
» Posted By justice On 01.22.2009 @ 1:21 pm
veins again? wow. ok. so there are a lot of connotations for veins: we have veins in our bodies that carry blood to is necessary places (which is basically everywhere) and so veins are like the highway system of life. it takes our blood where it needs to go. and so it is like veins in our lives.
» Posted By justice On 01.14.2009 @ 6:49 am
there’s a lot of veins in people’s heads when they get angry i’ve seemed to notice… its’ kind of funny actually, but i think its funnier when people have those huge veins in their necks. it often has to do with anger… or passion. passionately angry… go both ways, dang, you got a huge vein coming out some dude’s head and neck.
» Posted By justice On 01.13.2009 @ 10:03 pm
be specific she told me. I didn’t really know what to say. when someone asks me to tell her the truth about how i feel it can be a little bit difficult… but when she wants specific details… that seems even harder… i don’t know really. her smile is amazing. i like how her nose sort of wrinkles when she’s irritated. her eyes are so beautiful… kinda reminds me of the ocean… or maybe the moon.
» Posted By justice On 03.16.2009 @ 8:38 pm
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Guided. i cant really describe as to the ways in which I feel so left alone in this trail of life, and love. I wish I had some one to guide me and let me know whether I am on my path or if i need to make a u-turn and head back to reality.
» Posted By Justice On 09.18.2009 @ 3:07 pm