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a bird sits on her perch
morning dew glistens her mother’s feathers
gold orange sun illuminate plumes
of a sitting duck below
» Posted By naomi On 06.24.2017 @ 1:15 am
I am educated. Being educated is a huge privilege, as many people in the world don’t have the opportunity to experience being educated. I am grateful to be educated, and you should too.
» Posted By Naomi On 02.07.2017 @ 3:06 pm
The hierarchy of angels is not to be revealed to the masses. Only the sheriff and his secret police are allowed to know. They are all named Erika. One of them is black. They have eyes all over, covering their wings, their faces, even their hands.
» Posted By Naomi On 03.20.2016 @ 12:42 pm
he looks at me like he’s observing
but his tongue pokes out onto his lips
and he never makes eye contact;
he cries like he’s angry,
rubbing tears away,
repenting to me for his emotions;
he crushes anthills and leaves
and steps in puddles
and blushes after;
he wears leather jackets
in an emotional artistic way,
and he never shows me his writing;
and his eyes dart everywhere
before he kisses me
and sometimes i think
he’ll hit me.
» Posted By naomi On 02.25.2016 @ 11:39 am
A mis las dietas me parecen que son a veces importantes y aveces no. Depende de que se trata la dieta, si es para ser mas delgada o si es para ser mas sana. En realidad todo depende de tu dieta. Puedes curar enfermedades con dietas, puedes cambiar muchas cosas en tu vida con la dieta. Puedes hacer mucho!! Yo creo que comer sano es tener una vida sana y eso significa tener una buna vida!!
» Posted By Naomi On 03.09.2015 @ 3:50 pm
There was a small little settlement right near the beach and right at the end of that little town was the laboratory of a genius. Rumors had it, that she was a mad scientist. She was enthusiastic about many things, but her greatest fascination lied in the stars. For she had always believed that the stars were the answer to almost everything in the world.
» Posted By naomi On 12.11.2014 @ 4:01 am
Valuable or worthless, wonders the girl in the window.
Values or ideals, is there a difference, wonders the man on the porch.
I value you, thinks the lady, silently, unable to say the words.
What is my value? He wonders
Staring through the window, to the other side, searching for value. Unable to speak.
» Posted By Naomi On 03.20.2014 @ 5:13 pm
Can’t stop, can’t even think about stopping
Don’t look back
If you stay busy you won’t have to think
Don’t have to remember
Fitness and outward appearances will impress
Don’t stop to think
» Posted By Naomi On 03.19.2014 @ 3:28 pm
My mom couldn’t shut up. I was already on my way out the door, how come she was calling me already? We were always late anyway, it’s not like it’s surprising anymore.
» Posted By Naomi On 12.15.2013 @ 9:07 pm
i have recently come to the knowledge that ke$ha writes her own stuff
how hard can it be then?
throw a bunch of glitter on some sheet music
and people love you
is that all it takes
to be loved?
anyone at all?
» Posted By Naomi On 10.18.2013 @ 9:02 pm
I was his rebound girl. It hurt to know this, but I finally realized the truth when I saw him stare at her in the mall. I got up, walked away. I would never get back together with him, he obviously had too much baggage.
» Posted By naomi On 09.12.2013 @ 4:04 pm
Her gaze swept across the space as her heart fluttered. Despite the feeling in her chest, she couldn’t manage to keep herself rooted. It was all she could do to keep concentrated on the work her hands were doing.
» Posted By Naomi On 07.07.2013 @ 7:12 pm
Our souls are transparent and as we live, we flee from responsibility, but stain them never-the-less.
» Posted By Naomi On 06.13.2013 @ 7:26 am
the cafe is like the tea, but not at all, it stems in something of the like. It’s a tradition, you know. it stands in PAris, and lovers sitting around smoking cigarettes as if forever really does exist. And I suppose, that the taste is bitter, but funnily enough they support the sweetest, most vivid conversations, at one in the morning, or two, or three, I’ll be sipping coffee with you
» Posted By Naomi On 04.23.2013 @ 9:01 am
there’s a colour i like ot call blue, but i’t s not, it’s tinted beautifula nd starts with a m an dends with pretty, it looks like you my dear, magenta shines like your eyes and your smile combined in one. Magenta shines like love’s gone mad, although I suppose it was never sane to begin with. And so this story goes like many do,
» Posted By naomi On 04.22.2013 @ 12:57 am
terrain. how do i navigate the terrain of your heart; your soul? how on earth do i figure out how the fuck to make you see it’s not always me. i am not always to blame on this god forsaken planet. and yet…here we stand-apart. too fucking stubborn to admit fault. and you’re jealous of my friendship with her.
» Posted By Naomi On 03.10.2013 @ 6:39 am
terrain. how do i navigate the terrain of your heart; your soul? how on earth do i figure out how the fuck to make you see it’s not always me. i am not always to blame on this god forsaken planet. and yet…here we stand-apart.
» Posted By Naomi On 03.10.2013 @ 6:37 am
I am stalling my run this morning.
Not sure why because I’m feeling excited to explore my new route.
But I keep putting it off every 30 min. My original goal was to leave at 7:30 am and now I’m saying I’ll leave at 8 am. Now I should start running at 8:30 am and be done by 11, in time for lunch – exploring a new restaurant today.
In the time that I wrote this I could have been up and starting to get ready. But instead, I write. Stalled.
» Posted By Naomi On 02.23.2013 @ 7:11 am
When I get sad, all I really want is a visitor. Someone to come to me and say that they came to visit me, and to check on me. I think that if someone came to visit me, to show me they cared, I would be alright. Because all I want is a friend. Is a visitor.
» Posted By Naomi On 01.28.2013 @ 6:18 pm
Every time she opened her mouth to speak, it was never as planned. Hundreds of words were all there, set up perfectly, neatly in her mind and yet… the moment the muscle movement of her mouth made it’s play, oh doom. Damn.
» Posted By Naomi On 01.27.2013 @ 9:27 am
I must write. God, I have such urges to write, such urges to string together words be they short or long, beautiful or disturbing, anything crooked and in the middle. But when I rush to the pen all I can do is stare and stare and stare because I forgot, in my urgency, of a subject to write on.
» Posted By naomi On 01.07.2013 @ 6:25 pm
There is an INSANE amount of items on the grocery store shelves. It overwhelms me and puts me into a tailspin of sorts. A panic. We laugh and call it the #expatpanic but there is truly TOO much. The excess and choice in America is TOO much. Toothpaste? A whole aisle. Shaving cream? The same! Even apples, strawberries and oranges. TOo much
» Posted By Naomi On 01.03.2013 @ 8:39 am
I was never so determined to kiss you as I was when I was not with you.
I never wanted the taste of your lips so bad as I did when I could not see them.
I forgot what your voice sounded like but I never forgot how good you looked.
I forgot just why I loved you, but I knew I did.
So my determination grew
To make you love me too
I wanted to kiss you so badly
I forgot why
I forgot what you did to deserve it
In the first place
» Posted By naomi On 12.13.2012 @ 3:31 am
Somebody is something that everyone craves. It feels like every single person on the planet is trying to find somebody and when they find somebody they want a different somebody.
» Posted By Naomi On 11.12.2012 @ 1:18 pm
To be cretive and express yourself through drawing something that means something to you. Art galleries are full of drawings and wise people with opinions and for this reason they are one of my favourite places. I could stay in an art gallery all day and not get bored.
» Posted By Naomi On 11.11.2012 @ 1:36 pm
afraid is fear of the unknown. fear of what we dont understand. a dark and lonely place in only ourselves are present and only we understand in our core and heart. a bad feeling we all feel about things that are important and close to our hearts. it is with us from birth to death and everyone experiences it no matter where they are from and who they are. money and status can never solve being afraid. we are more afraid when we have more to lose
» Posted By naomi On 09.23.2012 @ 3:09 pm
The reason I love Manhattan.
» Posted By Naomi On 09.23.2012 @ 11:05 am
the beginning of all things, its the start of something good or something bad its the new beginnings, of life, of moving…of anything. you have to begin to be able to finish.
» Posted By naomi On 09.21.2012 @ 10:55 am
I went to the spa yesterday. They told me I needed work done. I told them to shove it. They didn’t like that. I didn’t care. I never care. Why should I?
» Posted By Naomi On 09.09.2012 @ 7:26 pm
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walking in the dessert thirsty like no one’s business i trudged on through the hills wishing there was something relitively resembling water. i wouldn’t even mind seeing a mirage of water that’s how thirsty i am.
» Posted By Naomi On 08.31.2012 @ 8:40 pm