Comments Posted By Misty
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Everyone is a fan of something. Is it worth your time?
» Posted By Misty On 10.13.2015 @ 3:54 pm
Paper fans. Celebrity fans. Ceiling fans. I am a fan of your fans. Fanners fan the fans. Everyone is fantastic.
» Posted By Misty On 10.12.2015 @ 8:40 pm
he was secluded into the corner. no one wanted to take the time to come over and talk to him, and that was just fine with him.
» Posted By Misty On 05.30.2013 @ 4:41 pm
Credibility, accountable. Trusthworthy. The media should be credible and not set on agendas. It’s really gotta do with the current situation of on nation’s politics.
» Posted By Misty On 05.05.2013 @ 12:04 am
games are fun. I just lost ‘the game.’ Most games need to be played with friends or family. Games include Monopoly, Tag, Hide and seek, Cards, and more. I like games
» Posted By Misty On 12.19.2012 @ 10:30 am
Building block of all life. Compressed over a long time, turns into a woman’s best friend. Diamonds…
» Posted By misty On 08.26.2012 @ 10:49 pm
an event is something that leaves a memory, something that effects your life in some way, it may be minor, or it may be something you remember until the day you die. and event is something everyone encounters in their lifetime.
» Posted By Misty On 08.19.2012 @ 6:35 pm
transform. To transform is to change. To change is to morph. To morph is to become something new. Therefore, to transform is to become something new, something different, often times, something beautiful. I have transformed. Over the course of this year, I have become something different. I have become a new me. I have bloomed, changed, transformed into a more out-going, fun-loving, social girl who enjoys the company of others, rather than rejecting it and who appreciates the simplicities of a small conversation with one person who – had I not bloomed – I never would have otherwise spoken to. On my mind tonight – strangely enough – is my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend (the other ex, as I have called her). I recently went to her boyfriend’s graduation party and we became friends. I find it a little awkward considering our situations. All year I’ve wanted to walk up and talk to her, but I knew “Hey, I’m that girl who’s dating your ex” was a REALLY bad way to start things off.
» Posted By Misty On 05.28.2012 @ 1:17 am
Chief among the reasons I have chosen this path are his blue eyes. They never wavered from mine as the world spun and we believed we were taking our final breaths. His eyes were the center of the world – the one thing that kept my soul from escaping the confines of my skin and drifting off into the ether.
» Posted By Misty On 02.03.2012 @ 8:22 pm
It wasn’t as if I had never felt this pain before. The movement of muscle and tissue to make room for growth, creation – but the feeling was as if I had sat upon a throne of a thousand thorns and despite the unbearable pain was making no effort to remove myself from that which was making me miserable.
» Posted By Misty On 01.05.2012 @ 12:03 am
she was so sneaky. and she knew it, too. misty dug even further down into her bedding. they were trying to catch her, but she wouldn’t let them! up the tunnel, then back down, around the wheel, oh no, too fast. oops, she fell. and they caught her. guess she wasn’t sneaky enough. but that was okay. their hands were warm and cozy, anyway.
» Posted By Misty On 12.08.2011 @ 8:57 pm
She sat there staring at me with those mournfull eyes.
“Please,” she whispered. “let me go”
I coulden’t say anything. I wasn’t alowed to do what she had asked for, but i couldn’t escape those brown soulful eyes that stared at me.
» Posted By Misty On 09.24.2011 @ 1:52 am
I stood there. The rain was pouring. He promised he’d be there. He’d promised that he’d come fetch me. All the other people that came with the same ship were all gone. I leant against the pole of a lamp post. It was the only thing holding me up. He never came
» Posted By Misty On 09.23.2011 @ 8:43 am
I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE ONE WORD I WAS GONNA GET TODAY…… DIVISION REMINDS ME ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAYS WHEN IT WAS REPRESENTED BY THE SMALL HORIZONTAL LINE AND THE DOTS ON THE TOP AND BOTTOM OF IT.
I HATED DIVISION BECAUSE IT WAS DIFFICULT
» Posted By misty On 09.04.2011 @ 8:53 pm
her heart…….. soaking all the bad memories….. keeping in itself all the hurt….. absorbing all the hurt that was being poured over her….. it would be almost an insult, but it was true…. it wasn’t a heart…. it was her sponge
» Posted By misty On 09.01.2011 @ 9:25 pm
it was my way…… the path i had chosen for my destination…. the way my dreams would come true……. the avenue….. my life…..
» Posted By misty On 08.31.2011 @ 9:06 pm
I really don’t know nothing about silk. I know it can be a type of fabric maybe. I know that silk is a kind of soft fabric that feels soft to the touch. Silk is something that can be worn around in the fashion like as a dress shirt or something like that. This is really all I can say about the word silk.
» Posted By Misty On 08.24.2011 @ 6:43 am
I locked the door, and ran inside. I didn’t want to hear anymore of it. i closed my eyes and hugged mr. wiggles. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.
» Posted By Misty On 08.05.2011 @ 11:42 am
Her manager made her eat an apple. she didn’t understand why. It was red. Pretty big too, like the apples one would give to their teachers. She wished she had peanut butter or cheese or caramel to eat with it, because she hated apples by themselves.
» Posted By Misty On 08.04.2011 @ 3:32 pm
Root, like the band, Roots, and the tree and the tea that i drink every day and afternoon and night. I think poison, I think potion, I think chemistry and magic. Root of all things, roots as in history and roots of the hair.
» Posted By Misty On 08.01.2011 @ 11:07 pm
sometimes youre mean to me and dont know it. sometimes we’re mean to each other, but we do know it. i dont mean to be mean but i am. im sorry.
» Posted By misty On 07.10.2011 @ 8:25 pm
like a flower. or a leaf. the beginning. where all things start.
the growing comes from here. the petals.
it breaks off.
» Posted By misty On 07.05.2011 @ 9:22 pm
A station is something you listen to music on. :) That’s what comes to mind. Different stations express the way you’re feeling.
» Posted By Misty On 06.15.2011 @ 12:28 am
I was sitting talking with a friend about makeing a waver for the white rabbit to wear his whit coat to school but she didn’t think it was pass. I decided if he signed it and said it was because he cold and his furr just does keep hime warm the he would be able to wear it.
» Posted By misty On 05.07.2011 @ 9:53 pm
» Posted By Misty On 05.06.2011 @ 6:00 pm
She shoved the eyeliner pencil and painted it around her eyes in a thick black mess. She did not care anymore. Screw everyone. Screw the world. She was herself and she didn’t care what anyone else thought. She looked in the mirror in frustration as she rolled the tip of the eyeliner across her eyelids and under eyelids. She frowned in the mirror, seeing a girl that was fearless and carefree. She saw someone strong and liked it. She stood up straight, dressed in combat boots, beige shorty shorts and a black tank top that showed her belly off and she walked out that door, her black hair bouncing and flowing in waves as the wind rushed against her. This was who she was. And she wasn’t about to change, especially not to satisfy the world.
» Posted By Misty On 05.06.2011 @ 5:50 pm
He smiled at her as he stroked her hair and sat in the sun. Watching her beautiful brilliant form radiate from the glow of the afternoon sunshine. He picked a clover from the long growing green grass that her legs were spread out gently on, her long lean limbs close together, her pale skin shining in the sunlight, and placed the clover in her hair as he leaned down and placed a sweet soft kiss on her luscious pink lips that were a bit chapped from the sun. He loved her. And that was all that mattered.
» Posted By Misty On 04.30.2011 @ 6:12 pm
She was a robot. It was how she lived her life now. Day by day she moved slowly, as if everything in her was mechanical, making it harder to walk or deal with problems.
And by the end of the day, her whole body was stiff. But this was not physical. It was emotional. She was a robot. It was her mind set. It was her mentality. To be heartless and not care for once in her life. She was finally what she wanted to be. A robot.
» Posted By Misty On 04.20.2011 @ 10:12 am
She was dying of thirst. Thirst and lust. They were the same thing in her mind. She watched him walk by every day and it took every ounce of her not to jump on him and do things that she knew she would regret. She thirsted for his touch. His face. His lips. Everything.
» Posted By Misty On 04.10.2011 @ 5:51 pm
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I don’t have the strength anymore. No, I can’t stand people.Always taking advantage of me.Thinking I cannot hear them. I hear them though.So loud and clear.There’s two types of people I deal with everyday now. Druggies and suicidal friends.I’m tired of the bullshit. I’m tired of the pain. Of the selfishness. Of the disappointment. And now, I might see my little brother’s life go up in flames.All because he is subjected to this kind of culture.This world where people have gone to shit.I’m going to watch him grow up into someone I won’t like.I barely have the strength to deal with him now.And now he might throw away his life.Right down the drain.And I don’t think I have the strength anymore.
» Posted By Misty On 04.05.2011 @ 5:32 pm