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my thoughts are scarce today. my thoughts have been scarce lately, for quite sometime actually. i find it now difficult to organize them into words on paper, let alone express them aloud. and now i’m left to wonder what the cause of this scarcity is exactly..
» Posted By Rupert On 01.22.2012 @ 7:49 am
the panorama picture showed it all. the amazing structure built in the late 1800s stood strong and tall. towering over the ancient city and proving itself to be one of the most magnificent monuments ever. the young women put down her digital camera and let out a sigh, longing to return to the city of love in France.
» Posted By Rupert On 12.17.2011 @ 8:15 pm
the center piece filled the table. the center piece nearly filled the room. i had to bend around it to speak to my sister on the other side of the table. my grandmother seems to always find the craziest decorations for Christmas dinner.
» Posted By Rupert On 12.04.2011 @ 4:03 pm
im not feeling very stable these days. im like a bomb with a short fuse. no. thats not accurate. but maybe it is. the smallest things can set me off. and i dont go on an anger rampage. once i am set off, everything comes crashing down on me at once and i feel trapped under the weight of all i have to worry about in my life. this is not a healthy way to live.
» Posted By Rupert On 12.02.2011 @ 8:35 pm
haha, laughter comes so easy to me. look, i laughed when i read the word and began this piece. though i don’t know why i find so many things funny. maybe its just the way i was raised. i try to see the good in all and make every day the best it can be..
» Posted By Rupert On 11.21.2011 @ 2:47 pm
“things i have never felt before in my life. and only felt with you. i love you.” the young girl said to the boy in front of her. she reached up, on her tip toes, and kissed his lips. fireworks sparked in their very souls and she shyly pulled away.
nothing is more meaningful to a young girl than her first kiss.
» Posted By Rupert On 10.31.2011 @ 6:18 pm
I love getting the booth seat. it really is the best seat in the house. …except on prom night. i mean, really?
» Posted By Rupert On 05.24.2011 @ 5:50 pm
She was glowing. simply glowing. there was no other way to put it. she eminated beauty and grace. and her smile said it all. the glow was coming from the inside. only a truly happy person could illuminate a room in this way. and everyone in the room knew it, as she walked down the isle, escorted by her father.
» Posted By Rupert On 05.12.2011 @ 6:41 pm
the deadbolt was broken. i froze. i slowly spun around, careful to make as little noise as humanly possible. and there he stood. he held a gun, but it wasn’t pointed at me. i took a deep breath, and slowly reached up to pull the barrel away from his temple.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.28.2011 @ 1:08 pm
its foreign language week at my highschool. its fun for me, i love french. its unfun for others i guess. our school isnt really what it used to be. too many regualtions. i blame the colubine shooting. people make me sick.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.21.2011 @ 8:52 pm
i feel obsolete. like nothing i do is right anymore. like im no longer cool, as if i ever was. like im no longer funny or fun to be around. like im a useless lump of cells through together by fate and the winds. and then…i talk to you. <3
» Posted By Rupert On 04.12.2011 @ 5:30 pm
the bookshelf is packed. jammed. full to the bursting if you will. novels, picture books, write ins and of course entire series. over the years its been growing all the while. like my imagination as i finish each new piece.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.11.2011 @ 6:06 pm
the audience clapped with disgust as the man walked swiftly to the podium. none of them wanted him there. they all knew it, and he knew it too. the alumni was un-welcomed and uncomfortable.
one of the men sitting at his table, and an old jock buddy, yelled, “SPEECH!”
so he did just that. he firmly grasped the microphone and began his heartfelt apology to all the people in his old high school that he had bullied. which consisted of every living being in the room.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.09.2011 @ 7:05 pm
P – perserverance.
I – integrity.
S – show.
*saw this on a show pig shirt. and liked it. i think ill get one.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.08.2011 @ 3:24 pm
everything is connected. from humans, to birds, to fish, to tiny protizoa that cannot be seen with the naked eye. destroy one, and you destroy them all. thats whats wrong with the world. no one understands this.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.06.2011 @ 3:44 pm
i thought i had the strength to handle this. sometimes secrets are like giant boulders, growing larger with every step you take bearing them. sharing a secret can lighten the load, like someone is helping you lug the boulder up the hill that is your life. but when secrets are too deep. you feel as if no one but you is strong enough to carry the weight of it. do you have the strength to ask for help?
» Posted By Rupert On 04.05.2011 @ 7:13 pm
my mother once told me that there is a purpose for everything. i later found this to be a lie when i was denied access to a friends house, and when i asked her why, she said “because.” but in life i still like to believe that there is a purpose for everything. i think its what allows the human race to hold on to hope and courage. because sometimes that’s all we have in life.
» Posted By Rupert On 04.01.2011 @ 11:07 am
i trusted him. i trusted him with everything. i told him all my secrets. gave him all my love. and he blew it away like a piece of dust on his shoulder. all that time i trusted him and the only thing he whispered into my ears was lies.
» Posted By Rupert On 03.31.2011 @ 8:38 am
an executive official. maybe an executive officer. an executive leader? someone with great power no doubt. or maybe, maybe not. maybe someone without power. maybe someone deafened by and then spit out by society. after all, nothing is ever as it seems..
» Posted By Rupert On 03.29.2011 @ 4:24 pm
the digital camera flashed brightly in my eyes. i turned to the next one, begining to see spots. finally, when nearly all of my sight was gone i ducked into the building, because the premiere of the new movie was about to begin.
» Posted By Rupert On 03.28.2011 @ 11:13 am
i tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. i cleared my throat and listened to it echo in the room from the speakers, connected to the microphone in front of me. i looked out into the audience in front of me. sweat beaded on my forehead as i grew more nervous by the second. finally, i began: “no one can ever understand what it is like to be the bully or the bullied unless they have been put in that position.”
» Posted By Rupert On 03.27.2011 @ 12:32 pm
the woman arrived in a modest car. the man driving came around to the passenger side to open the door for her. when she stepped out, many people were taken aback by her beauty. her gorgeous white gown flowed to the ground and the train followed her every step. Her perfect cheekbones were framed by her gracefully curled tendrils of hair that swept to the side into a classic bun. Photographers snapped her photo as if she were royalty, while in her clutch jangled the only 2 dollars and 67 cents she had to her name.
» Posted By Rupert On 03.26.2011 @ 2:30 pm
the man walked casually into the office. his face cleanly shaven, and his clothes neatly ironed. he ground his structured jaw as he awaited the interviewer. his appointment was over fifteen minutes ago. he sighed in relief and anxiety as he finally saw the tall man in the pinstripe suit arrive.
» Posted By Rupert On 03.25.2011 @ 2:07 pm
the rope was taunt around my wrist. i struggled to move my arms but i had no energy left. they were woven too tightly anyways. i staggered to my feet before falling to the ground again. i was never going to get out of here.
» Posted By Rupert On 03.24.2011 @ 6:18 pm
i never knew what the word meant until i met her. she brings out the best in me. i can never live up to what she wants, or can make me be. i love her, and never deserved her.
» Posted By rupert On 10.26.2008 @ 11:43 pm
stable could mean steady oor reliable or could be a home for horses. stable usuually means unchanging or reliable, stable conveys steadiness and relaibility.
» Posted By rupert On 07.03.2008 @ 2:10 am
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music, alone, usually, or at least i find it best that way, something recherch
» Posted By rupert On 05.01.2008 @ 9:16 am