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purification reflowing of goodness into the body. RejuviNATE AND RENEW THE BODY SO THAT
» Posted By MISSY On 01.04.2017 @ 7:11 pm
cowboys on the western plains of south dakota battle the native american tribe the sioux and want to regain their land back to protect the buffalo and other wildlife. horses gallop across the grass as the cowboys whip their legs to get them to go faster, and native americans draw arrows to attack.
» Posted By Missy On 11.12.2016 @ 7:27 am
On a daily bases due to my role I need to be on my toes and ready to switch gears in order to deal with multiple personalities. I sometimes wonder how i survive the day or my job.
» Posted By Missy On 02.16.2016 @ 7:36 pm
A place to become a character, put on a fancy outfit and let the guessing games begin. A journey of the senses a place of belonging and where anyone can be anyone the club!!
» Posted By Missy On 02.14.2016 @ 8:55 pm
Memories. The worse ones are often repressed. Hell, if you think hard enough, you;’ll probably bring them back! But who wants to do tthat anyway…maybe they should just stay where they are….in the subconscious. lol
» Posted By Missy On 03.24.2014 @ 11:33 am
When I see a homeless person I wonder why they are homeless. I wonder if they really are homeless. I want to help them, but feel that I can’t help everyone. If I had millions of dollars, I would help as many homeless people as I possibly could. God Bless them!
» Posted By Missy On 06.03.2013 @ 5:30 pm
I feel secluded when I am at work sometimes. My coworkers are so different from me. When I am sitting at a table eating a meal with them, I sometimes feel completely alone. It isn’t that I don’t like them, I just don’t have much in common.
» Posted By Missy On 05.31.2013 @ 7:45 am
on the tv and in my bathroom
made of fat or fruit or oil
bubbling boiling brewing spoiling
scented like a new day
dries you up but wets you down
in every home in every time
clean your act
clean your language
clean your face
» Posted By Missy On 05.10.2013 @ 8:55 am
It was like a small flicker at first, a spark in their eyes and a tiny connection. Every time they met the sparks rose and the flames grew stronger, and it turned into a raging forest fire between them. They couldn’t put out the burning in their hearts that drew them together like moths.
» Posted By Missy On 05.06.2013 @ 8:15 am
It took a long time to decide what they were going to do about the walls that had come up. It wasn’t easy to let go of their differences and make room for change. But there was a way to end the conflict, and it was the only way they had. After years of fighting, they dropped their fight and dissolved into peace.
» Posted By Missy On 05.02.2013 @ 8:14 am
The trees were dying, the grass was browning. The fires burned through the dry forest, curling the vines. The trees bent and withered, the heat melting the very air.
» Posted By Missy On 03.11.2013 @ 8:18 am
It wasn’t easy to do. To buy all these things and then to merely take them back? Because they were too small? Humiliating. Returning clothes was almost as bad as having to go buy them in the first place. It just makes people feel more ashamed.
» Posted By Missy On 03.08.2013 @ 7:43 am
The sea washes me ashore and I reach toward the light spinning above me, shining across distant waters. I can no longer see the waves that brought me in but I know the light reflects off of them like it has so many years in the past. The lighthouse keeps the boats and darkness at bay, and perhaps it is for the best.
» Posted By Missy On 03.07.2013 @ 8:55 am
The light grew brighter. It flashed in the distance. Then it faded and the light spun away again. The waves lapped the keel and the hull, and the distant signals from shore meant nothing. All that was important was the here and now of the sails and the sea. The signals would only matter when they reached them.
» Posted By Missy On 03.07.2013 @ 8:40 am
She conjured up all these evil and devious ideas. Her beautiful eyes glittered and she smiled, her grin filled with malice and revenge. She laughed a small dark chuckle. She was evil, and her sweet china-doll appearence disguised that fact.
» Posted By Missy On 03.01.2013 @ 7:07 pm
bury my memory of you, hoping to forget the pain and love again
» Posted By missy On 10.15.2012 @ 8:54 pm
fresh. can many many things, fresh fruit, fresh shoes, fresh smell, fresh clothes etc. i do not feel fresh atm lol paint all over me fml -.- but yeah fresh is goo! Like so good. I like fresh. Subway, eat fresh! I like subway also. :3 lul.
» Posted By missy On 10.11.2012 @ 6:12 am
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» Posted By Missy On 09.22.2012 @ 3:01 pm
This is so not fair. Getting hit by those planes wasn’t fair. Life sucks. Death sucks. Bad people suck. I don’t understand why people do bad things for even worse reasons. Why? Gah, really. I don’t understand so much that I can’t even think.
» Posted By Missy On 09.11.2012 @ 3:40 pm
I twist the doorknob and push the door as its hinges made squeaking noises that is always very annoying to my ears. I felt the cold metal on my palm as it get warm slowly because of my hands.
» Posted By Missy On 07.14.2012 @ 6:50 am
Ratings. Something guys do to girls, girls do to guys. Rate me on a scale of hotness, 1-Jennifer Lopez. Rate me on a scale of anger, 1 – Chris Brown. That’s what ratings are. A way of making you feel self conscious.
» Posted By Missy On 03.20.2012 @ 2:17 pm
Lilies, I looked at them, see how beautiful they are, I smiled as I walked again, still seeing the lilies from the side of my eyes. I wish I could just be a lily, just floating there, living peacefully, I just wish I could live peacefully, then there, I hear my parents shouting at each other, I ran to our house.
» Posted By Missy On 01.09.2012 @ 12:49 am
You have carved your name on my heart.
With your right hand, art inside of me.
Big bold letters.
I will never recover.
» Posted By Missy On 12.26.2011 @ 4:31 pm
Being average is boring, everyone wants to be like everyone else. They’re average. Why not want to be different? I don’t want to be average. I want to be like, above average. Smarter, better, prettier, more talented, more special. Average is boring and plain, and so average.
» Posted By Missy On 09.15.2011 @ 8:54 pm
The poisonous plant seemed to be sprouting up in new parts of the world. Spreading, spreading, as if it were some virus single handed destroying the human population. Millions of suicides have been blamed for this plant over time, and I suppose, it’s to say one thing. This plant is love. It’s poisonous, but oh so captivating. So hard to resist.
» Posted By Missy On 08.21.2011 @ 12:48 pm
why is repeat the only word im getting? i find this quite frustrating.. do i need to sign up or something? hmmm maybe ill do that sooner or later. i miss my boyfriend a lot. he’s always repeating to me how much he loves me and nothing in the world can make me feel better about myself =) love you darling
» Posted By missy On 08.16.2011 @ 7:31 pm
I long to have the curiosity of a child. To never lose that wide-eyed wonder. A baby’s mind is like a sponge soaking in all that they see and feel and hear. All of life is wonder to them.
» Posted By missy On 05.17.2011 @ 11:01 am
I have forgotten so many things over my life. I have forgotten them so thoroughly that I can’t even recall if anyone is significant in my or anyone else life.
» Posted By missy On 05.16.2011 @ 8:10 am
I’ve never been to summer camp. Actually, I went once, when I was ten or eleven. Several of my classmates were there, all of them male. I had had trouble making friends, since I had just switched to a new school, and — suffice it to say, it was not a good experience. I spent most of my time getting splashed in the pool.
» Posted By Missy On 05.05.2011 @ 8:40 am
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I met a dinosaur once. It was a long time ago and nobody else was around, but I did. Nobody believed me. I told them “he was huge, scaly, and red!” I told the paleontologists, the historians, even the police.
“Silly little blighter,” they said, smiling indulgently. Some of them even looked concerned.
I suppose I should tell you how all of this started. It’s a long story, so you’d better take a seat.
I spent a summer in Peru with my parents. My mum and dad split up when I was nine, but they were friendly enough to put up with each other for my sake.
» Posted By Missy On 05.04.2011 @ 6:22 am