Comments Posted By Sage

Displaying 1 To 30 Of 90 Comments


My heart strings tugged by the ants beneath the soil. They ponder about the noise it creates… echo-y, with a slight screech.

» Posted By Sage On 05.17.2016 @ 9:37 pm


this is weird i’ve never done this before. It makes me think of gifts, but also gifts with strings attached. People can be so judgemental about giving. I give you this so you owe me. But to receive should not be to owe. Receiving should be able to be without shame and with love.

» Posted By sage On 03.05.2016 @ 10:47 am


I feel as if my summer has been stolen away from me by technology and time. Both of which we rely on. I blink for a sheer second, and the summer is over.

» Posted By Sage On 08.09.2015 @ 7:56 pm


I want to develop myself into a person that I am truly proud of and confident in. I want to feel like I am worthy, and that I am doing something right. I want to develop myself into someone who doesn’t care so much about what others think of me, yet am still wanted and appreciated by others. I just want indirect acceptance for being who I truly am.

» Posted By Sage On 07.24.2015 @ 5:10 pm


The definition of patriotism,
both required and expected
a life filled with sacrifice
and twisted beauty
that both enchants me
and terrifies me.

» Posted By Sage On 03.22.2015 @ 5:47 pm


I feel as if I am trapped in these four walls, with no way out. I can no longer think freely, and am constantly struggling to break free. I am tired of being controlled, of being a puppet; of being disposable.

» Posted By Sage On 03.16.2015 @ 4:01 pm


the colors
the wonderland
of words
the substance
new ideas

» Posted By Sage On 03.13.2015 @ 2:16 pm


i can hardly think straight
ever since you left
every fiber of my mind
has been unraveled

» Posted By Sage On 03.06.2015 @ 7:10 pm


my lips are locked
nothing can escape
I have no trust
even in these four walls
that I call my refuge
my safety
my only place of true freedom
I can’t bring myself
to let it go
to stop lying to myself
to forget
and move on.
it is a burden
I will carry for the rest of my life
until I die
I will never escape
never fly away
always weighed down
practically drowning
in my regret
living in constant
chaotic fear

» Posted By Sage On 03.05.2015 @ 7:31 pm


They adapted until there was nothing left about them that was human. I didn’t recognize the beings standing in front of me, they weren’t my friend. They weren’t my enemies. They weren’t anything to me. But they saw me as their enemy, and for that, I was about to die.
It was time that I adapted.

» Posted By Sage On 05.31.2014 @ 11:49 pm


i feel so active i feel like a bomb and a sex fiend and a shell shelter a sacrifice i have been doing things and thinking things and wanting things and making things but then i realized i cant im not okay dont feel dont feel just do to need, not to feel, need need need to be active not to feel active activate myself

» Posted By Sage On 03.19.2014 @ 4:31 pm


The rains poured down like a biblical tempest. Every critter around crept into the house, made it feel even more crowded, the walls closing in as they swelled with the damp, her clammy forehead sticking to the air which was sticking to the walls, and everywhere an insect crawling in the corner.

» Posted By Sage On 01.17.2014 @ 9:41 am


i don’t know
what it is about you that makes me
feel like the inside of me
is made up of tangled hair
your hair
you’re so simple

» Posted By Sage On 09.09.2013 @ 2:20 am


Taboo. Such a silly world we live in, isn’t it? We have to distinguish the normal from the totally unnatural, what shouldn’t be discussed at the dinner table while contemplating whether or not you should ask your family to watch you in the school play.

» Posted By Sage On 05.13.2013 @ 4:51 pm


boss plays movies tells what to do person yells

» Posted By sage On 03.13.2013 @ 10:56 am


We’ve heard plenty of tales like this since we entered the Fire Sands. Every crackpot with drool running down his chin wants us to go running after this pale child.

» Posted By Sage On 03.11.2013 @ 1:03 pm


The graphics were amazing. It was a mountain terrain, ice covered outcroppings and stone temples. She sat on the bed and as watched as his hands flickered over the keys, clicking on screen. They didn’t speak.

» Posted By Sage On 03.09.2013 @ 5:29 pm


The snow is white as fleece, drifting through the air
the ground hard as bones beneath its blanket
and I wait for March to go out like a lion.

» Posted By Sage On 03.04.2013 @ 1:21 pm

The food on the table is some sort of gourmet fake lamb shit. Sheila likes to think she’s a vegan but she doesn’t even like vegetables. Fake like her boobs and her smiles. Fakemother.

» Posted By Sage On 03.04.2013 @ 1:18 pm


She lies nestled in a bundle of blankets, a weakling child who moves mountains of men, the light in her eyes speaks of stars and singing. Weak she may be to the wind and the rain but there is something within.

» Posted By Sage On 03.03.2013 @ 11:59 am


A murder of crows caw in the tree outside my window. It seems they’ve just arrived. Nevertheless their presence does nothing to fill your absence; it is an irony in this world of constant comings and goings. I would not have traded you for the world.

» Posted By Sage On 02.03.2013 @ 9:31 am


The record plays fuzzy saxophone, spinning around to a final click. Silence falls on the room like a black velvet curtain. A second click, but this time it’s the hammer of a pistol.

» Posted By Sage On 02.11.2013 @ 9:53 am


teeth are white and shiny. nom nom nom. teeth help you eat. if you eat bad stuff or do bad thing to your mouth and body teeth will fall out. sometimes when you’re in love and you kiss people, your teeth hit each others. and if you really love each other you laugh it off and the kiss after is even better than the one before.

» Posted By Sage On 10.21.2012 @ 12:14 pm


Miracle, what a gift. What a word. Who would have thought the origin was this. The ancient being in front of me. The opposite of a miracle in my point of view. A woman who looked young, but was impossible old. Her name was miracle.

» Posted By Sage On 09.03.2012 @ 6:16 pm


Major props to my bro Matt. He did a keg stand for like an hour last night and I thought he was going to die. But it’s all good he’s just hungover now. Seriously though, MAJOR PROPS. Especially since he woke up with like six girls in his room. What a party animal.

» Posted By Sage On 07.28.2012 @ 8:10 am


doorknobs are silly because you should just have to push a door open, you know? like what if i’m carrying some heavy-ass shit that requires all of my bicep strength? but what if someone walks in on me taking a wizz. i guess doorknobs are clever after all :/ i’ll never question what ‘is’ again.

» Posted By sage On 07.13.2012 @ 9:05 pm


Telephones are excellent modems.
Computers are excellent modems.
Im an excellent modem.

» Posted By Sage On 07.04.2012 @ 6:02 pm


As I came upon a railroad, I thought to myself about the days in my favorite summer. 1967, in June, I met who I still believe today is my soul mate. We fell in love by that railroad and Ill never forget it.

» Posted By Sage On 07.03.2012 @ 7:13 pm


All week I look forward to one place, not just a physical one but a space of time and location colliding together to create my happiness. And that space is waking up next to you on a Saturday morning. I can breath the sunlight and just forget about all the weekday worries. I wait for Saturday.

» Posted By Sage On 06.29.2012 @ 1:08 pm


This is an amazing movie! I love Transformers. Just kidding, I dont’ really like the movie at all, but I couldn’t think of anything else to write. Maybe just transforming would be sweet! I want to be other things in the blink of an eye. That would be sweet! Wouldn’t that be sweet?

» Posted By Sage On 05.27.2012 @ 12:20 pm

 Page 1 of 3  1  2  3  » 
«« Back To Stats Page