Comments Posted By Windy
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I see your face behind my eyes, I find myself sleeping and blinking too often and for too long just so I can see you. I aimlessly wander down strange halls in my dreams battling strange obstacles just so I can get to you. Your arms are the only place I want to be and your chest is the only place I want to rest my head. Your heart beat and mine, the sweet sound of our breath, the airy harmonies of our laughing our sighing our love making is the only sweet symphony I want to hear for the rest of my life. Each thought of you gets caught in my throat. Each thought of you makes it harder to breath. When I get to see you and feel you and hear you my breath returns like a waterfall. I melt into you. I am yours forever.
» Posted By Windy On 11.22.2012 @ 12:38 am
I want to bury my heart in the earth.
» Posted By Windy On 10.15.2012 @ 7:19 pm
“Let us combine like water and sand, let us meet the air, like drops of rain. And bring us together, once again.” Carly Simon
I want to combine words and ideas together to create an explosion of truth and emotion. I want to take all that is in my soul and paint it with pen on paper and create a masterpiece to speak to everyone as a whole. I want it to be dramatic and calm, I want it to be ridiculous and serious, I want each sentence to bring tears and laughter. I want to write the travesty that is this one wild life that we are each given. I want each word and the sounds they make with the other words to ring vibrations of the truest truth that speaks of love and uncertainty or weaknesses and insecurities. I want it to speak of quirks and hardships and heart-ships and death. I want it to be humorous and ridiculous. I want it to cathartic. I want it to be me. I want it to be you. The proverbial “you” whom I alway refer. You. The one I love. Me. Us. Combined. Our stories our lives our hearts out minds our bodies. Us. Combined. Truely and forever. I want to write us.
» Posted By Windy On 10.02.2012 @ 8:44 pm
I am a hundreds of years old. My muscles have become hard and brittle, adhered together. I have lived lives… generations of lives. My mind has been broken billions of times to the point of extreme aloofness. I have loved hundreds of times, and I suppose we choose the loves we think we deserve because the love I have felt over the hundreds of years of my existence has never been reciprocated.
» Posted By Windy On 09.29.2012 @ 9:33 am
I wish I had a hundred dollars.
» Posted By Windy On 09.29.2012 @ 9:27 am
The many states of my breath are all related back to you. Sharp, quick inhale when I hear your voice, when I know you don’t love me, when I sense something that reminds me of you. I smell you everywhere. Deep relaxing belly breaths when I am resting in your arms after so much love making that I feel so torn apart, so blissfully exhausted, when I know you do love me, when you want me, when you need me. I breathe only for you, I breathe only because of you. You are my air, earth, fire. You are my spaces inbetween.
» Posted By Windy On 09.28.2012 @ 8:09 am
I love you like I loved you before. Nothing in this life will ever change that. In your eyes I see the safety and love and family that could be. I love you for all that you are, I accept, appreciate, cherish everything that you are. I want to be one with you. I would give up everything in my life to have you. Love me like you have loved me before.
» Posted By Windy On 09.24.2012 @ 4:55 pm
People are the action figures of God’s play ground
Some of them go “Pew pew pew” at others and shoot them down
Some of the lucky ones fall in love with each other and have it all
Some of them get lost at the bottom of the sandbox and have lonely hearts
Some of them get thrown off of the jungle gym, the lucky ones have tissue parachutes
Some of them get thrown together with the troops and go to war
Some of them are “more important” than the others and rule the land
God kills off some of them and buries them in the lawn
Some of them in the lawn are dug up and reincarnated
Some of them God confides in and they spread the word
Some of them God hums to while he plays with them and they bring music to the land
Some of them take the beating on a bad day and they are the crazy ones
Some of them get left out in the rain and they are the sad ones
Some of them God loves too much so he takes them away from the rest and puts them on a shelf
Some of them God didn’t love enough and put them through hell and they are the suicidal ones
Some of them are fragile porcelain dolls and are easily broken
Some of them are hard metal
Some of them are rocks and islands
Some of them are matches and light up the world for a brief moment before they are gone
Some of them are made of rubber and no matter how hard He tries to bend them and break them, they won’t budge
Some of them get played with more than others,
These ones get shot
They get stabbed
They break down
God builds them back up with spare parts
They are revived
They get sent to war
They go through hell
They break down
God wonders why they break down
…He keeps playing and playing and playing
Until they give up
People are God’s action figures…
» Posted By Windy On 09.23.2012 @ 12:23 am
I have claimed my body mind and spirit as my own. I have claimed my love for you as true. I have claimed this time as real and right.
» Posted By Windy On 09.19.2012 @ 6:02 pm
Despite what you put me through, despite the pain, the heart ache, the suffering, despite the fact that I despise myself now. You have not defeated me. What you took from me that night, the way you stole away what you wanted with no regard for me was terrifying but you have not defeated me, oh no. I will never let this go, I will never give this up, and I will never let that happen again. In spite of you, I am stronger. Despite everything, despite that night, despite you, I am okay. I feel bad for you, the man, the body thief, thinking you can take what you don’t deserve, you’re the one who has to live with that for the rest of your life.
» Posted By Windy On 09.18.2012 @ 8:48 pm
I was tired of everything being meaningless. I was tired of being stuck in this thing between love and friends. Going nowhere. No security. No hope. I was tired of not feeling alive. I was straight up with you, I asked you to be mine. You did not answer me, but it feels good to have a heart beat again. It feels good to take that step forward. It feels good to feel alive again.
» Posted By Windy On 09.17.2012 @ 8:06 am
The connection we have between us is binding, magnetic. No matter how hard we try to repell one another we alway fall back into eachothers gravity. I don’t mind being bound to you. I wouldn’t mind falling into you every day, every moment for the rest of my life. You have always had everything I have needed. You have always been everything I have ever wanted. Please stop fearing and hating this bond between us, with each time you pull away it makes us fall together harder and it’s starting to rip up my soul. Why must deny that our love is natural, pure, obvious? Why do you try to break our binding? Your denial is what makes “us” so complicated, when it is not complicated at all. What could be more simple than us? No matter how hard we, you, I try to break this bond, it will only become stronger and more painful. I love you. We are a part of one another. We need to stop trying to fight it and just let it be.
» Posted By Windy On 09.10.2012 @ 8:20 pm
The stillness and quiet of the night makes me wish I knew you and had you in my arms. Breathing your hot humid breath across my shoulders to turn me on, feeling your body move with mine. We are in tune with another, we need to break this stillness of life and love and make a beautiful symphony of breath, bodies, and sounds. I won’t say I love you but I could.
» Posted By Windy On 09.06.2012 @ 10:06 pm
The miracle of it all was when I first laid eyes on you. It was the first time I felt love. We were awkward and 14, I knew then that I would sweetly, wistfully suffer for the rest of my life, unable to love another, even though, most of this time over these past 9 years you have only loved me back for a short while. The miracle of love, for me, is that it doesn’t matter I had you for a time and I will always carry you with me, in the back of my mind and the front of my heart. You were and always will be my miracle. I hope someday, I can be yours. I love you A.G.S.
» Posted By Windy On 09.03.2012 @ 5:24 pm
I love gum! But last month I visited singapore and guess what! There you are not allowed to eat gum! you will be arrested if you are caught chewing gum!!
» Posted By Windy On 07.26.2012 @ 6:58 am
One day I was baking a cake and some cupcakes for a party. My bff was having the party of a lifetime! Her sweet 16! So I sweetly vouunteered to bake for the party! I amade vanilla cupcakes with vanilla icing and vanilla sprinkles! her favorite, of course!
My times up hope u guys like my stories!!!
» Posted By Windy On 07.23.2012 @ 5:41 am
The staff in my school always work together as a crew. Their not cruel to each other at all! Their the worlds best crew!
» Posted By Windy On 07.16.2012 @ 3:53 am
My little brother always wears his little red overalls. They’re his very very favorite!
» Posted By Windy On 07.08.2012 @ 2:02 am
My horse once broke his harness. We were riding in the wind, and we went by a tree. The harness hit the tree and sadly BROKE!
» Posted By Windy On 07.02.2012 @ 9:11 pm
One day I was eating a sandwich. The sandwich had no crust.
» Posted By Windy On 06.28.2012 @ 8:20 pm
Ok! Now, I think I write good stories. I don’t know if you think so too. But, I have no clue what configuration is! I’ll read some stories and get an idea, then come back and write a story about configuration! Thanks,
» Posted By Windy On 06.27.2012 @ 9:23 pm
Oh, dear. I remember the days, the SOUPS days. Oh, dearie, do take a seat. This story will be INTERESTING. Look here: SOUPS = Sofisticated Obvious Untitled People Socializers. I, myself was in that STUPID group. Oh! How they TOOK ME IN!! Oh, my dear, I couldn’t stand it. I had to!
» Posted By Windy On 06.26.2012 @ 8:01 am
When I am sick, my mother always makes me some nice chicken noodle soup. I always will enjoy that. And back on my memories, when I was a little kid, she would feed me and tell me the story of little red riding hood! Oh, how I would enjoy everything!
» Posted By Windy On 06.25.2012 @ 10:14 pm
One day I went outside to plant a sunflower. My father gave me a packet of seeds to plant. He is the “seed supplier” or “gardener sir” in OUR house. So I went outside, and, because sunflower is my most favorite flower, I planted it in most favorite spot, the swings. I planted it next to the swings, so I could look at it when I would swing! Great idea, huh? Well, everyone thought it was. And, of course, it was! That 1 packet of seeds turned into a great big sunflower.
» Posted By Windy On 06.24.2012 @ 8:35 pm
One day, a little boy named Aaron was outside playing football with his friends, Johnathan, Bobby and Joe. Joe was passing the ball to Aaron, and Johnathan yelled “INTERSEPTION!” And took the ball from Joe, and Bobby tackled Aaron. Aaron fell to the ground and Bobby got up and ran away. Johnathan accidenatlly kicked Aaron’s anckle! His friends told his parents and his parents took him to the hospital. It turned out that Aaron’s anckle was fractured! He had to wear a cast on his foot-anckle.
TIMES UP! HOPE YOU ENJOYED ME STORY!
» Posted By Windy On 06.21.2012 @ 7:52 pm
persons is wrong grammar! People is right!
» Posted By Windy On 06.21.2012 @ 5:16 am
BITS AND PIECES OF STUFF COLLECT TOGETHER TO MAKE JUST ONE THING. MY FAMILY IS A MONTAGE OF PEOPLE AND ANIMALS. WE HAVE BECOME ONE THING THAT WORKS. MOST OF THE TIME. SOMETIMES I WORK ON MY OWN BUT I WORK BETTER WHEN I AM MONTAGED WITH MY PEEPS.
» Posted By windy On 06.01.2011 @ 4:30 am
remember when we were young enough to think that we were the gods that the world revolved around and how it felt so good to be small and invincilbe that that the only things that could harm us was lonliness and rejection and those only came about if you paid too much attention. we lost our godliness as time went on.
» Posted By windy On 05.31.2011 @ 3:57 am
The audience rose to that stunning performance. They clapped and cheer for the man on stage. If he could relive a moment it would be this one.
» Posted By Windy On 03.28.2011 @ 10:55 am
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I see it clapping clapping for me all for me and it’s great I love it. They are always there for me. As long as I am here they will be also.
» Posted By Windy On 03.28.2011 @ 10:46 am