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the side of a hill it is green and in the winter it gets covered in snow and its fun to go sledding it is steep automatically i thought of the school.
» Posted By Maggie On 09.12.2018 @ 5:19 pm
I would like to get some headphones. You can try them on at walmart if you want but that could be gross with all the other people who try them on BUt i do sometimes, or did sometimes. maybe i contributed to the gross of it
» Posted By Maggie On 01.04.2018 @ 1:04 am
what parents tell themselves their giving you when they have no real power. Unless of course their hypocrites. Those fanaticswho force childeren- who never learned the power of autonomy, to do some loathsome activity
» Posted By Maggie On 02.10.2017 @ 6:59 am
you can have all of it in the world, and it still only has you
where it truly comes from is within, the scarlet-deep blood that pours through your veins
your very essence of being
that is where it comes from, not something that glitters
» Posted By maggie On 11.17.2016 @ 5:21 pm
I jam using my journal
» Posted By Maggie On 10.19.2016 @ 11:46 am
They went flying all over the store. The young man had a pistol and he was firing all over the place. He struck severla people before he was tacj=keled to the ground by two men. They held him unitl
» Posted By Maggie On 04.04.2016 @ 12:53 pm
The spiders, the slung their webs in intertwining patterns of close-knit intricacy. Flipping and leaping; as if they were flying. Acrobatically spinning…
» Posted By Maggie On 03.04.2016 @ 1:26 pm
It was the third time that she had been to the fair since her dad died. However, it still felt wrong. She watched as the ferris wheel spun round and round and imagined that she was sitting there with him, a handful of cotton candy, and time.
» Posted By Maggie On 12.27.2015 @ 7:02 pm
she remembers: the wheels spun round and round as she watched him bike past her window. that was the last time she saw him. his brown hair tussled in the wind gathering behind the dorky sweatband he always wore around his for head.
» Posted By maggie On 12.27.2015 @ 6:54 pm
i stand in awe of the wonders all around,
shimmering, glittering, all things gold.
in a winter wonderland,
i can’t help but marvel
that the world around me
ever seems to glow.
» Posted By maggie On 10.29.2015 @ 6:14 pm
people do it all the time even if they aren’t ready. it really just sucks, dying, like why is it a thing? I understand it though, all the reasons behind it. I mean I don’t want an overpopulated earth. and I don’t want to be 105 and still living. that just sucks. ive never had anybody close to me die.
» Posted By maggie On 10.16.2015 @ 4:11 pm
means you might not trust someone or you might trust them but not so much
» Posted By maggie On 09.01.2015 @ 5:12 am
means you might not trust someone
» Posted By maggie On 09.01.2015 @ 5:10 am
Related means that the related bunch of friends or family that you love and care about a lot.
» Posted By maggie On 08.31.2015 @ 6:09 am
I dropped my mom’s favorite planter, just in time for Mother’s Day, the ceramic shards flying like my feet the moment I turned 18. The dirt showered my toes, trying to trap me with roots I didn’t want, and so I kicked it from my skin and turned the other way, not even bothering to clean up my mess.
» Posted By Maggie On 05.06.2015 @ 8:25 am
After all this time the caterpillar emerged into a beautiful butterfly. The world never saw anything of it, just a little worm that was slowly making it’s way in the world. Now it’s transformed into a majestic flying creature that brings wonder to the small children of the world. No one complains when there’s a butterfly flying around but when there’s a caterpillar around ew, what is that.
» Posted By Maggie On 01.08.2015 @ 7:40 am
He curled up into a ball in his cocoon of blankets. He never though such a thing would ever happen to him. Only in the movies, those strange random occurrences never seemed real enough to happen to him. Curled up inside his blankets, he let the stress of the day seep out into the soft material surrounding him.
» Posted By Maggie On 01.08.2015 @ 12:08 am
What was he thinking. No one would ever want to date a guy like him. He curled up into a cocoon of blankets as his friends tried to coax him out with some hot chocolate. In his barrier of soft material, he felt as if he could fall apart. The warmth of the blankets allowed for him to relax and with the alluring smell of hot chocolate, he finally emerged.
» Posted By Maggie On 01.08.2015 @ 12:03 am
“Well sir, I don’t think you’re correct see this shelf is not for vacuums, it’s the blenders,” The clerk said in an annoyed tone.
“I do not care. This is false advertising and I want my fifty percent off.”
» Posted By maggie On 11.29.2014 @ 7:18 am
Everyone deserves it, love, necessity. Gifts. Community. Friends. Humanity. Life.
» Posted By Maggie On 11.11.2014 @ 9:15 pm
Her mouth was cracked, and she coughed. Looking around her, all she saw was the bleak darkness of the room. As she closed her eyes, she smiled. Maybe she was going to see her family again, after all, they had been taken from her long ago…
» Posted By Maggie On 10.24.2014 @ 3:06 pm
I hate when it is humid outside.
It makes my plan to go running fail
I already have a hard enough time trying to workout, and then this.
I am really for fall.
Lets hope I drop the pounds this winter for once.
Need to be skinny!! Well er
» Posted By Maggie On 09.08.2014 @ 11:05 pm
Everything that made us up was just a gust of wind. We were so volatile. Those dark summer nights with only the moon and each other lighting our paths. The stormy spring fights where we would pour our heart and our soul and our mind into every shouting breath.
» Posted By Maggie On 08.25.2014 @ 6:47 pm
every morning she would wake me with a lame song…wake up wake up you sleepy head get up get up get out of bed. Cheery? I think not. It was a launch into the days chores–and more often than not, church. Oh church, the bane of my teenage existence.
» Posted By Maggie On 08.12.2014 @ 1:34 pm
His face was just a blur. A beautiful blur that was going more and more out of focus with each passing second. What I would give to caress his cheeks once more. To feel his golden locks. To be kissed by those soft strong lips like the world was going out once again.
» Posted By Maggie On 07.24.2014 @ 10:20 am
I could barely see anything. It was hard to hear as well. Colors stormed what i could see: reds, blues, vibrant greens and yellows. I can’t remember anything that happened within the last two days. I try to get up and feel around the room.
» Posted By Maggie On 07.23.2014 @ 7:55 pm
He can’t see this. He can’t. Nothing will ever be the same. No more apple pie life if he so much as glances this way. ‘Dear can you get me a snack?’ I ask. He nods and doesn’t turn around. Thank god. He leaves to fulfill my request and I hurry to whip the blood off my hands.
» Posted By Maggie On 06.06.2014 @ 6:43 pm
a desolate cave is one without persons or happiness, or love or brightness or life. It is empty by nature surely? Would I be desolate without those that I love and care for, certainly. A war scene perhaps is one of utter desolation. grief and emptiness fills it.
» Posted By Maggie On 05.01.2014 @ 9:37 am
My mind is an active fiend. It never stops, it never slows, it never takes a breath. It’s always running, running,, running away from where I want it to be. My body is lazy, it needs a break. My mind says, “No”. I want to sleep. I want to dream. I want to explore. Please slow down, mind. For you are slowly killing me.
» Posted By Maggie On 03.19.2014 @ 11:39 am
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Something that has lead my life in interesting ways. As a child, this was all I knew. Being ten with parents in their 50s and 60s really means being raised in a traditional Catholic household. But as time has gone, this has a whole new meaning.
» Posted By Maggie On 01.16.2014 @ 1:07 pm