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She took bits and pieces of her hair, collected over a decade, and collaged them to the wall. Adding bits of ceramic, plates, glass and random plastic collections, she continued to tell her life story. Without words, the world could hear her screaming.
» Posted By Maura On 06.05.2013 @ 7:07 pm
The baby was crying. She couldn’t take it anymore. The tears kept streaming down her face at an alarming rate. She was in over her head trying to play a role that wasn’t her’s in the first place. She stopped crying and raised her head
» Posted By maura On 01.29.2013 @ 9:10 pm
The sounds of things breaking,
of things falling apart.
But the worst sound of all
is the silence
when there is nothing left
» Posted By Maura On 01.18.2013 @ 11:34 am
I cannot choose between the two and yet I am lucky that there are only two. Really, there are an infinity of choices and I cannot choose whether I am good at making choices. Did I choose myself? Would you choose me if I did not choose myself? Out of all the people in the world.
» Posted By Maura On 01.18.2013 @ 10:20 am
I was afraid when the instructor asked me if I wanted to go higher. I was afraid. Of heights. And yet here I was paragliding over the water in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I couldn’t breathe let alone look down at the waves below me, yet I managed to grasp the sense the of freedom that came with going higher.
» Posted By Maura On 12.04.2012 @ 6:29 pm
together means being in love, it means having support, doing things with one another, sharing things, agreeing… and having fun, T O G E T H E R. not apart. not alone. there is NOTHING to fear. you’ve got each other.
» Posted By Maura On 09.17.2012 @ 7:56 pm
You hold the key to that door, that opens my heart. They key to it all, I will fall apart.
» Posted By Maura On 08.04.2012 @ 1:08 pm
Good with peanut butter. And toast. Hard to make. But I like it better than jam. Jam is plain. Jelly has chatacture. I like jelly.
» Posted By Maura On 06.06.2012 @ 4:42 pm
Eyeliner is a makeup tool that women and some men use to accentuate their eyes. Women typically do it to make there eyes “pop”, while the men wearing eyeliner are typically gothic and use only black. Some say that eyeliner should be used to make it look like you are naturally pretty and aren’t wearing any makeup, while other girls tend to make it very evident that they are wearing makeup.
» Posted By Maura On 05.05.2011 @ 11:32 am
this locks everything up. keeps things in and also keeps things out! it puts the brakes on.
dead. bolt. eek. can’t run away with the bolt shot. and the monsters can’t get you
» Posted By maura On 04.29.2011 @ 10:09 am
Statement – everyone is trying to make a statement that they are individuals however, making a statement about your individuality blends you in with the rest of the crowd. so sily
» Posted By Maura On 03.11.2011 @ 8:14 am
I wondered where I would wander. I wondered with the clouds on a windy day, moving across the sky at highway speeds morphing to parrot to records to cowboys and always there is a dragon. The dragon usually wins.
» Posted By Maura On 03.09.2011 @ 11:13 am
bee, be, b. bees just bee and buzz buzz buzz from flower to flower. Flower – flour honey bee cookies. Yum. Bees let me bake you a cookie for just being and then you won’t sting me me me.
» Posted By Maura On 03.08.2011 @ 11:41 am
The book called “A Mango Shaped Room” always intrigued me. If that’s even what it was called. What was it about? Does that mean the room was circular? If I remember correctly there was a cat on the cover, and how or why did it relate to mangos at all?
» Posted By Maura On 02.22.2011 @ 4:38 pm
I think of gymnastics and stuff. Oops i was on the phone in the middle of leaving a message so I couldn’t focus on this. I really miss gymnastics though. just for the record, ya know.
» Posted By Maura On 07.17.2010 @ 6:05 pm
fake smiles real smiles who can tell? smiling makes you feel better but only for a short amount of time. i wish smiles were permanent because i feel like i’m always frowning.
» Posted By maura On 06.12.2010 @ 3:28 pm
A gong is an East and South East Asian musical instrument that takes the form of a flat metal disc which is hit with a mallet. Gongs are broadly of three types. Suspended gongs are more or less flat, circular discs of metal suspended vertically by means of a cord passed through holes near to the top rim. Bossed or nipple gongs have a raised center boss and are often suspended and played horizontally. Bowl gongs are bowl-shaped, and rest on cushions and belong more to bells than gongs. Gongs are made mainly from bronze or brass but there are many other alloys in use.
» Posted By Maura On 06.01.2010 @ 1:31 pm
my life is guided by external forces that i wouldn’t change if i had the choice.
» Posted By Maura On 09.18.2009 @ 3:48 pm
It was humid outside she could barely stand it. The second she stepped off the plane, it hit her like a wet blanket that wasn’t quite done in the dryer. It was difficult for her to breath, and her clothes felt unnecessarily heavy and cumbersome. She knew she wouldn’t like Florida. She was much more accustomed to the temperate climate of the northeast.
» Posted By Maura On 08.03.2009 @ 9:02 pm
Plus or minus. That’s not my world. It’s always plus and minus. Nothing is without the complexities of ambivalent forces dividing. It’s always dividing and balancing. No pure joy without it’s counterpoint to remember and seal the joy. Opposites underscoring the experience and reinforcing the forever.
» Posted By maura On 05.26.2008 @ 6:42 am
The outlet malls by my house are packed with vans full of tourists and army men on leave. Why people vacation in a place that smells like garlic and is always way too hot from the heat bouncing off the pavement is beyond me.
» Posted By Maura On 01.29.2010 @ 1:09 am
storage, something I need more of. Cram your life in this tiny room and smash it against six other people’s storage. storage, there is not enough room in my head, barely the size of a basket ball for the storage I need. there is not enough room in my laptop for the storage I need. Never enough storage.
» Posted By Maura On 01.27.2010 @ 8:35 pm
mute–my thoughts are mute. when I need them most they go mute. How is it that my mind, a silent place in reality can go mute. The feelings I know will not transmit to words I can speak. My mind forces me to be mute.Now when I need it most in front of all these people.
» Posted By Maura On 01.27.2010 @ 2:01 am
myths in my mind everyday. myths about you and me. i sit in lecture and dream up scenarios. sometimes i say the things i am scared to say, i say the things i should’ve said. in my myths i am a stronger person. i am a callous person. i am glad they stay myths.
» Posted By maura On 01.26.2010 @ 1:28 am
She turned the key again, moved her foot to the gas and tensed as she let out the clutch. She swore as the car shuddered and stalled yet again. She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel and tried not to cry. She would never be there on time now. She would never get to see him before he left. She blinked the tears away, sat back and turned the key again. She had to be there.
» Posted By Maura On 10.20.2009 @ 2:59 pm
The collision was sudden, no screech of brakes no chance to swerve out of the way. Metal screamed as it bent beyond any reasonable point. Her brother screamed just once and she felt the seatbelt cutting into her neck and across her lap. The glass shattered, the coffee spilled across the floor. Then it stopped and all was silent, only her own breathing echoing in the car.
» Posted By Maura On 10.18.2009 @ 11:36 am
blizzard of papers all around me. I am in another kind of snow storm, white sheet upon white sheet waiting for words to fill them. This blizzard of white papers is ripe with possibilities. I just need to get the balls to fulfill them
» Posted By Maura On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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timing is weird, everything is dependent on it. if the timing of your life changed even slightly i’m confident you’d be living a completely different life.
» Posted By maura On 02.02.2010 @ 9:59 am