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I see the word overcast and cant think of anything but dark skies.
but then I remember your words and the last look in your eyes.
» Posted By Tessa On 07.14.2019 @ 3:16 am
The locket was cold in his hands. The silver gleamed in the dim light of the attic. A whisp of smoke floated out of the clasp. He had freed a devilish force.
» Posted By tessa On 10.11.2014 @ 8:30 pm
I had nothing to loose she said. But I thought they exact opposite. I had lost something. I had lost something I thought.
I had lost my dignity.
» Posted By Tessa On 09.21.2014 @ 6:13 pm
“You wad!” The boy swore, “How the hell did you do that?”
His best friend was going through a sever bad boy stage and had managed to pierce his ears without any help, resulting in puss-filled holes and a sneaky midnight phone call.
» Posted By tessa On 07.13.2014 @ 3:52 pm
Her dress ruffled as she walked. The violet fabric was just trailing in the mud, and her sandals were long ruined. A purple swarm of butterflies was visiting the lilac tree, and five-year-old Sunny intended to follow them.
» Posted By tessa On 07.12.2014 @ 9:31 pm
Sugared violets lined the doilies. A sickly sweet scent had taken over the room from the moment Aunt Penny set out the platter of her ridiculous desserts. Scrunching her nose Rosie avoided her aunt’s useless attempts to be rid of the sweets.
» Posted By tessa On 07.12.2014 @ 9:27 pm
Fall from the bone. Nibbled, away the flesh comes. Green and black and maroon where it should be red. This life has been taken captive by another lifeform, the young blood so much more powerful that the other. There will soon be nothing left – but this is not loss. This is a circuit that even the toughest skin cannot intercept. Continue, for lack of a substitute.
» Posted By Tessa On 06.12.2013 @ 1:27 am
With a landscape so barren, and a heart so cold.
I had no idea where I was suppose to go.
Who do I talk to? What would I say?
» Posted By Tessa On 06.01.2013 @ 6:14 am
i once was in a play in middle schhool. they cast me as the mayor of the town in the musical bye bye birdy. i was so excited about it, until i realized that it was a male part. and i”m a girl. the rest of the week, i had to remind everyone to say she and her and mom instead of he and him and dad
» Posted By Tessa On 05.21.2013 @ 4:02 pm
A city in New York. Very busy. Lots of things are there.People, and places.
» Posted By Tessa On 05.16.2013 @ 11:36 am
Someone who sings rock music.
» Posted By Tessa On 05.16.2013 @ 11:06 am
A novel, as good as the story may be, can suffer greatly if the timeline is not observed. All of a sudden a sun that was bright minutes earlier is turning the landscape orange, a visitor that was around the corner in one chapter is expected hours later in another – confusing to say the least.
» Posted By Tessa On 05.03.2013 @ 11:01 am
round round and round. the ball is my head, as I smash into the target. the pins are my goals. Do not fall into the gutter, where I will be living if I fail. Strike.
» Posted By Tessa On 04.26.2013 @ 2:45 am
After a while, I’ve stopped listening to music. The spaces of silence between the notes are ever more beautiful. And when those pauses make themselves known, I think of you.
» Posted By Tessa On 03.25.2013 @ 8:34 am
I am listening to music on my father’s computer. After a while the words, the chord progressions, all of it, just fades into the background and it doesn’t matter that I’m trying to discover new bands because I can’t even hear it anymore. I don’t even know if I like this song but it doesn’t really matter.
» Posted By Tessa On 03.25.2013 @ 8:25 am
to death, no longer alive. it’s a heavy sentence. it’s sad, really. but i’m sure you deserved it. killing all those people being put to death maybe it’s life you got, or maybe nothing at all when you deserved it. you will han tomorrow.
» Posted By Tessa On 02.28.2013 @ 6:18 pm
the amount of times i think about the word amount, the quantity, it is consuming in this culture. No one seems to care about quality its all about amount. How much can i get for my money and not what can i get for my money. people dont stop and tend to think, what will this do to my body, will this last me, is this a wise investment. it is all about amount, and that is very unfortunate.
» Posted By tessa On 01.02.2013 @ 12:18 pm
drawing is difficult. pen to paper. pen making forms with lines. connecting thoughts and lines with a tip and a movement of the hand. scribbles or art? when will it take form? never obvious when you start drawing what it will be. fool the person watching you. draw the lines out of order.
» Posted By Tessa On 11.11.2012 @ 8:46 pm
Everyone of them just stared at me, wondering who would be stupid enough to claim me as their own, I shivered, it was so cold in there, I wondered if I would ever get out.They continued to stare and then I heard his voice, rough yet delicate Ididn’t dare to believe my ears it was to good to be true,I had been there so long it probably wasn’t real.
» Posted By Tessa On 09.20.2012 @ 8:27 am
I waited at the station. I knew my mother was there to claim me but I didn’t see her.
» Posted By Tessa On 09.20.2012 @ 8:13 am
it’s not full – and not empty. not completely good but also not completely bad. not more to say.
» Posted By Tessa On 08.22.2012 @ 1:52 pm
white, green, purple. pick your poison.
through the nose,
in the lungs.
we live for the substances that cloud our judgement.
and the nights that never seem to end.
» Posted By Tessa On 08.08.2012 @ 10:12 pm
She was good at hiding anything she wanted. There were certain things she wanted no one to know about. So many secrets she kept, closely guarded. She was an enigma, not to be trusted. She would do whatever she could to find the dirt on you, but no matter what you did, you could find nothing on her.
» Posted By Tessa On 08.04.2012 @ 7:17 am
Um I really don’t know what to say about this but I’m just going to put words down because I just feel like that’s what i’m suppose to do right? Man I get lonely. Where did that come from? Blah.
» Posted By Tessa On 07.27.2012 @ 9:18 am
shaved head, kind of like the boys in my grade when they get their head shaved for school, for some reason theyre only men, forced to flee, criminals and have been forced to steal stuff because they have little or no money and their country sucks. came on teh first fleet and became white australia but the aboriginals got sick and kicked out
» Posted By tessa On 06.02.2012 @ 7:16 am
fixed at some times some thing feel like they can never be replaced or fixed and others are so simple and are a matter of slight maneuvers and adjustements. i wish all things were a simple fix and not a complete mess trying to figure out
» Posted By tessa On 03.21.2012 @ 7:27 pm
Oh, what a greatness this universe entails. That I would go to the same website, look for change, see none, and leave. Repeat. Such desperate clinging to repetitive destructive patterns. Existence.
» Posted By Tessa On 03.12.2012 @ 7:09 pm
She sat enjoying he lonely picnic on the dreary may day when all of the sudden the blanket started moving. She looked down to see millions of angry ants whisking he away to their underground home.
» Posted By Tessa On 02.16.2012 @ 5:03 pm
That coy smile I used to give you, do you remember? The one that said, “Take me into the pantry, take off my pants, feel up my shirt, and have your way with me?” Well I can’t give it now. You won’t let me. We are now two people who think in past tense.
» Posted By Tessa On 02.15.2012 @ 6:26 pm
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At the top of a windy road sits a little cabin, condemned to the singularity of self. Drinking wine, eating homemade pasta, and grieving for the life the cabin had. Drunk, it hiccuped and spewed red onto the snow.
» Posted By Tessa On 01.27.2012 @ 9:08 pm