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I used to have an oriental rug that was crafted with gold thread. There were three eyes and three hearts in the middle. The threads were monochrome so that at different angles you saw different colors. It was beautiful and happy, majestic and stunning. It had three nails in it, they cut me and gave me tetanus.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 01.18.2019 @ 9:22 pm
||||||| I just wanted to be able to write about how much I love him and how thankful I am for our interactions that lead up to our relationship now. Vertical buildings come to mind though, and a lot of math equations. I want to be able to live my life while embracing my academics. I want to finish medical school, but not feel like I ignored my life until I finally have my dream job.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 09.26.2018 @ 11:12 pm
I’ve had eczema since I was about 4. It used to be so terribly disgusting and painful, but I think it may have taught me self-care. There really is a bright side to everything that happens to you. Or, at least, there is a lesson. No mistakes, just lessons. No regrets, just decisions.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 08.30.2018 @ 10:50 pm
Let me tell you something. I didn’t want to start to hate anyone. You made me feel like I needed to recognize I was under you but guess what, I’m not. Find yourself. A person that is nice to you but is rude to the waiter is not a nice person.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 05.17.2016 @ 7:50 am
My mother always used to tell me about her childhood while living in the foot hills of a dormant volcano in the Philippines named Mt. Pinatubo. There is nothing I can do to get through to you.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 04.07.2016 @ 7:44 pm
One, two, three. They left the barrel and the once cold, perfectly fitting shards of metal prove their worth. He masks himself with his bandanna and scoffs at his own stench of smoke and desert sweat.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 04.04.2016 @ 8:05 pm
Congress is always gridlocked. Okay, I just want to write about you. I’m disappointed that you’re somewhere else and that you’re not going to take the time to support my performance, but I understand that it won’t be enjoyable. Maybe I am being completely irrational and I should just let this go without telling you. I’m sorry I can be so sentimental sometimes.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 01.29.2016 @ 2:56 pm
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much soot in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 01.10.2016 @ 9:59 pm
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much sut in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 01.10.2016 @ 9:58 pm
There’s 11 people that I have yet to meet. I don’t even actually know if I’ve met them yet, I really wonder. I want to know who my husband is. I want to know who my family is. I want to know who my greatest teacher is. I want to know who I believe in. I want to know who I am thankful for. I want to know who I love. What if they’re all different people?
» Posted By amangelindiore On 11.19.2014 @ 2:02 pm
DOn’t think just write. Trifle, I don’t know why everyone uses that word now. Girl you triflin’, HAHA what a phrase. THere’s never enough time in the day to fix mistakes. It sounds like rifle. Sometimes it feels like there’s not enough time to take enough steps forward that you’ve been set back.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 02.18.2014 @ 10:23 am
I don’t know what you’re wanting to hear. How am I supposed to put you into words? Let you sit in my mind and suddeny you want out through my mouth by words? I can’t even believe that God has trusted me with such a person. How do I make up a word for everything? Because you are literally my everything. I don’t know. “Matter”?
» Posted By amangelindiore On 02.14.2014 @ 10:39 am
I have never
heard of such
a boy like you.
One that cannot feel,
one that cannot deal
with things that are happy
things that are sappy.
You can only exhale
and never inhale.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 03.03.2013 @ 6:50 pm
Bound to the gound, the shackles held a missing prisoner. He was a husband, father, brother, mentor, and man of God. He could run for years through the forest of the island. After being captured by the German Navy, what else could he expect?
» Posted By amangelindiore On 11.05.2012 @ 1:29 pm
Point of interest. You are my point of interest. I love your mind and the way it works. Something breaks, something’s painted. Everything you touch turns to art and every person that shares your air becomes a bright spirit. You breathe in the cool, city air and look away from the sunlight in dissappointment because you believe you’ve messed up. Look me in the eyes. Believe me when I tell you how wonderful you are.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 11.03.2012 @ 5:46 pm
NAK wrote: “I turned to God for the recipe, he said ‘Guard your hearts because lately it’s been affecting me.’ And so I love you and forgive you though you don’t feel the same.”
Things will never be the same. Each day feels more and more dangerous. The meds grow effectiveness degenerately while the sun sets much faster than it should. Though it no longer matters, for as long as I am happy, I may find my own sunshine, and make my own medicine. Maybe that is all I need that I cannot provide for myself, light. The only person I will ever need is the one that will shed me light.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 11.02.2012 @ 8:43 pm
Your mind is being consumed every part of the day, and you still cannot figure out what it is. Information is barely getting through to you. Nothing else matters. Beats of your distraught heart are deafening in your ears. Every scenario has been contemplated and yet you are not prepared for what is about to happen. You look the judge dead on and speak confidently, “I do confess that I-
» Posted By amangelindiore On 10.23.2012 @ 3:36 pm
They’re oh so white and spakley. Fresh out of the vet’s office, you and your fairly new bestfriend go home. How cute. You pass a myriad of pet toys all around the store and laugh at how much money you’re about to spend.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 10.21.2012 @ 10:06 pm
Batteries. They’re driving the very machine that keeps you alive. Holding out your hand you say goodbye and beg your love to be happy. These batteries die out and so do you.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 10.20.2012 @ 7:51 pm
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Maybe you do not believe me.
I can no longer wield this weapon my dear. Your hands twitch and your legs shake. Now on the floor you call out to me, “I did care.” Your words just echo inside my hallow being. SHE opens the door and light pierces my eyes. You still glow like an angel, but your demonic morality’s being holds a clean scythe. The demon smiles at me. By now you are away with her enjoying false happiness. It didn’t take any part of you to hurt me. I did it to myself.
» Posted By amangelindiore On 10.19.2012 @ 4:37 pm