Comments Posted By Shayla
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you can hold things in this bucket.
» Posted By Shayla On 10.31.2017 @ 5:14 pm
I walked into the classroom and immediately my eyes fell on a projected sat in the middle of the room on Chris’ desk.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.26.2016 @ 7:32 am
An opportunity to try something out in a safe environment. To learn new skills and practice them, with a common understanding that mistakes are accepted and expected.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.24.2016 @ 10:20 am
I wish that when I said this word, I always truly meant it from my heart, because what a beautiful word it is. It conveys a gratitude or appreciation for whatever is coming your way. That is how I want to live every moment, welcoming life with open arms as it happens.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.20.2016 @ 9:53 am
Congregate, come together. Why does it feel like we’re swimming upstream sometimes when we try to gather? Why does it feel so inconvenient? So unnatural, when it is when we come together that we are most whole?
» Posted By Shayla On 02.16.2016 @ 8:31 am
Humanity. An outpouring of God into flesh. What once was said to be good now a story of struggle, and redemption.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.13.2016 @ 8:59 pm
We’re expected to show up where we are supposed to be. If not, we can penalized. This is especially the case when we’re young. When we’re older, we get to choose where we go. But somehow we feel guilty when we don’t show up.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.12.2016 @ 8:26 am
Families are unique because it’s the first possession you ever have. You are born with one. Always. And God said that this was good.
» Posted By Shayla On 02.11.2016 @ 6:26 am
we competed for your attention time after time after time after time but you disregarded us like cracked dishes at a garage sale or broken branches of a tree. Do you even remember what I said that day? I miss the way we’d lay together for hours and the way we would take turns reading every other page again and again and again and again
» Posted By Shayla On 03.15.2014 @ 8:58 am
when i was little my brother use to watch thomas the train a lot. and i remember he use to want to be a train conductor going around with a little hat on screaming “all aboard” to everybody and i look at him now and he’s so much different. i’m not going to be a lame little girl and say “what happened to his childhood? his innocence?” because i know what happened. he grew up just like everyone does, he’s nothing special and he never was. he was just a little boy who’s no longer all that little.
» Posted By shayla On 10.07.2013 @ 5:29 pm
the word national reminds me of the word passionate for no real reason like what even but anyway i like the sound of nationalistic because it sounds very nice and formal i guess. on a side note, the word lackluster is also a favorite of mine.
» Posted By shayla On 08.22.2013 @ 7:53 pm
he told me he had six brothers and i couldn’t tell if he thought i was gullible enough to believe him or if he was really being truthful. i sat there unbelievingly as he sent me edited pictures and i hate him for his persona.
» Posted By shayla On 08.22.2013 @ 6:52 am
dogs are ugly and dogmatic sounds like some kind of washing machine okay i do not understand. is it some kind of dog robot or??? i don’t think i know nor will i ever know. maybe god knows but all i know is that i sure as heck don’t.
» Posted By shayla On 08.21.2013 @ 6:43 pm
third person narrative is better than first person but hey anything’s good i guess don’t ask me i’m not very smart or anything i like saying i am though or at least pretending. this has legit nothing to do with the word narrative wow i suck.
» Posted By shayla On 08.23.2013 @ 6:33 pm
i always wish that i taped every moment of my life just cause damn it’d be cool to watch. anyhow, i always feel like i’m being filmed and it’s starting to make me sick.
» Posted By shayla On 08.25.2013 @ 7:23 pm
Wrath. He was filled with wrath because of everyone. Everyone had not believed that he could do anything. He was angry, mad even. He had wrath. He didn’t want to live.
» Posted By Shayla On 06.13.2013 @ 7:59 pm
Wrath, wrath, well, I don’t really know what wrath is, wrath looks like it means something about rage or someone being angry. Wrath is wrath, that is it.
» Posted By Shayla On 06.13.2013 @ 7:58 pm
I smudge the make-up on my face as the tears fall down my pretty face. I can be a better person, friend, wife, I know I can, and I’m gonna start.. now. Not later, because that’s never benefited me. I know that the only progress I can experience will result from immediate action.
» Posted By Shayla On 04.02.2013 @ 5:48 pm
i love the arts. i am a dancer. i am a creator. i love to make things, to express myself in a way i have never been able to get out with words. dance is my preferred art, though music is a close second. there is just something about going into an empty studio late at night, only the lights of the streetlamps illuminating patches on the floor. dancing in and out of the patches while music blares from the stereo… it’s candidly, expressively, incredibly… me.
» Posted By Shayla On 11.13.2012 @ 10:28 pm
i wish i felt more alive at times being alive is so nice fresh air food cupcakes love and relationships. smart happy loving fun life LIFE LIFE and happiness joy and peace of mind alive is being PURE and fun and relaxed and laid back and lovely and enjoying each moment as the present lives on and we all move into the spiritual world, waiting for our next moment to stay purely, simply, ALIVE..
» Posted By shayla On 09.16.2012 @ 9:34 pm
Blindness is, not being able to see yourself.
Blindness is not being able to see your love.
» Posted By Shayla On 09.15.2012 @ 4:03 pm
Fried chicken, fried potatoes, everything can be fried. I have even seen fried ice cream. It looks actually great.
» Posted By Shayla On 09.14.2012 @ 11:53 am
Losses. Ever since I was young I lost everything. My blankie, toys. Now that I’m older I have this theory everyone is going to leave me. Everyone really has so far. Losing things has always been a part of my life really.
» Posted By Shayla On 07.30.2012 @ 3:37 pm
Stacy placed the lid on the last box of decorations. She could not believe how empty the room had become without the hanging streamers, balloons, and lights…. an hour ago there was a party here. An hour ago, this room was full of life. But it was 11:00 P.M. now, and she stood here, alone.
» Posted By Shayla On 07.16.2012 @ 8:37 pm
The last time I worried about which doorknob to open, it was when I was all by myself. I have this awful all-consuming anxiety towards running into strange men and every time I’m by myself and have to enter a room I cannot see the contents of, I panic. I can’t help the way I feel. Passing strangers on the road, in the elevator, in my neighborhood… Why can even turning just a doorknob scare me?
» Posted By Shayla On 07.13.2012 @ 8:43 pm
To be frank, my senior’s adviser did nothing. I am convinced that all of the papers in her file cabinet are blank, and that the top of her desk spins into a mattress.
» Posted By Shayla On 07.11.2012 @ 3:05 pm
THE RAIN FILLED THE BUCKET TO THE RIM. DROP BY DROP IT FILLED, UNTIL IT SPILLED OVER THE SIDES.
» Posted By Shayla On 07.08.2012 @ 2:02 pm
Bucket lists. I never understood their purpose, because I’d ever met a person who’d completed one. It should be named, “Things I Will Never Do But Wish I Had” list instead. A bucket of things that is dropped into the ocean and forgotten about forever.
» Posted By Shayla On 07.08.2012 @ 1:46 pm
A bottomless hole. it can be mental or physical. it can be scary and often difficult to navigate through. in a less deep introspective way, it can be smelly, or often embaressing feature to some. a pit, is indescribable.
» Posted By shayla On 06.19.2012 @ 8:38 pm
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I think everything that you rate has a specific reason you rate it. It’s not always about that you tell how good it is by a number or letter, or that fact that you can actually rate it. You can rate music, but it wasn’t created to be rated. It’s created to be listened to. Listen. Don’t judge.
» Posted By Shayla On 03.20.2012 @ 4:12 pm