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reveal a sad truth. reveal what you have been trying to uncover for months for years. take the time to think about why? why would you reveal anything in the first place? why put your self in that predicament?
» Posted By cass On 06.08.2018 @ 1:40 pm
The west coast is significantly different from the east coast. Although I’ve never visited there, it’s very easy to tell. The atmosphere seems a lot more laid back. The sun seems to shine brighter there. It’s almost as if it’s a different world.
» Posted By Cass On 11.11.2016 @ 8:36 pm
They said direction is key in life. Go direct they say. But what if I can’t find my place what if there is no way to direct myself. I’m trapped in this pot of insanity and I can’t climb out. Why is it that everything must go through the worlds tourtoreus hands. Why does it have to be us. Are we just simple pawns the higher beings just throw away when we are not needed? Are we just livestock waiting to be eaten?
» Posted By Cass On 11.14.2015 @ 6:07 pm
She nearly cried in relief upon setting her sight on the river. The sun reflected off the shallow waters, making it seem even more inviting. Quickly, she approached, rushing to strip off her shoes and socks; aching to submerge her aching feet into the inviting water.
» Posted By Cass On 05.24.2015 @ 5:39 am
God is the lord. He has disciples. Not everyone agrees that he exists. Jesus, when he walked the earth, had disciples that loved, and trusted him. His disciples followed him around.
» Posted By Cass On 11.17.2013 @ 8:55 pm
Creativity is fun. Free. Everyone has a little bit of creativity in them. Mine is writing. Some is preforming, and others are drawing. I love writing. It is my creativity. I’m not so good at drawing or preforming.
» Posted By Cass On 11.17.2013 @ 1:46 am
Writing. Doing something that makes you travel to another world. Expressing your self.
» Posted By Cass On 07.05.2013 @ 11:43 am
gopher is strange he used the paper towels to hide is cookie.Birds smell like birds so when they eat they don’t know how to look like elvis and catch catapillars
» Posted By cass On 04.20.2013 @ 10:05 pm
He slept soundly. I grasped at what the moment had to offer.. peace and tranquillity in a time that couldn’t afford to give it , but i took it anyway. Then, without hesitation, I left.
» Posted By Cass On 02.19.2013 @ 5:46 pm
news, the zombie apocolypse, I love to wathc the news the news in the morning, not really for news but for the weather. The people on the channel 5 are really quite nice to listen to. Broadcast, the news
» Posted By Cass On 12.08.2012 @ 5:25 pm
showwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnn god i can’t think of anything
» Posted By cass On 10.20.2012 @ 9:02 am
Before he died, he told her a secret. One she will never reveal to anyone. It’s too painful to remember him like that. She’d rather remember him as he was in her eyes. Not as the monster he saw in the mirror.
» Posted By Cass On 09.25.2012 @ 8:23 am
i felt conflicted, torn, unable to move…indecision quickening my heartrate as my mind grappled with this ridiculous but momentous moment, my next action would be a permanent reminder of that decision…which side of the hedge should I cut first…
» Posted By Cass On 08.23.2012 @ 2:03 pm
I completely already wrote about this today. It’s been the word of my day twice. Speaking of which, what counts as today? Yesterday really? This is the CONFIGURATION of my mind at four am. Clever. Caps. Ah me…
» Posted By Cass On 06.28.2012 @ 1:12 am
Technical. Much too technical. I feel like that word leaves no room for love. Just parts. Preferably male and female right? God forbid (literally) that we allow any other configuration. Sex sex sex sex sex. What does that mean? Just a jumble? Or is it planned out? And perfectly executed? Insert here.
» Posted By Cass On 06.28.2012 @ 1:07 am
Did I really need him in my life? Those thoughts crossed my mind as my eyes peered towards the ground. Everything was strange and weird. Never once did I think that he’d actually be gone. I had just been so used to him being there every second and ever minute of my life. All of this was just unnatural. I missed him. I truly did.
» Posted By Cass On 06.02.2012 @ 3:53 pm
She stared out the window, trying to think if it was all just a dream. The day he had fallen into her life was the day that reality turned inside out. Breaking into her house, he was covered in sweat and blood. There was desperation digging inside of his eyes. There was horror reflecting in the beads of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. He was a wanted criminal.
» Posted By Cass On 06.01.2012 @ 10:27 pm
everything has a pattern. everything. you just go go go. keep going. this after that, that after this. never changing always the same. why does it feel so hard to break the pattern? it shouldn’t be so terribly difficult to do. we should create our own dysfunctional patterns.
» Posted By Cass On 03.15.2012 @ 11:33 pm
Weave and weave, each hair wound around another. The glossiness, the shine of her locks was bright enough to rival a burning star.
» Posted By Cass On 03.02.2012 @ 4:36 pm
The lantern shed light into the snow covered street and the flakes glistened magically. It was the kind of night that starts a fairy tale or a romance novel but that is not the reality of this tale. Rather, the focus is a lone figure, huddled in the snow, clad in blankets and shrouded in sadness, held hostage by the demons of addiction.
» Posted By Cass On 03.01.2012 @ 10:05 pm
I haven’t had a crew since I was in 9th grade. We thought we were so hardcore gangsta. I never knew what hardcore was until I became an emergency room nurse in downtown detroit. I have no idea why some middle class suburban white kids thought it would be cool to be gangsters. Instead it just breaks my heart to see so many people hurting each other over nothing.
» Posted By Cass On 03.01.2012 @ 9:42 am
I wish I had one. I wish I had just one about what happened next. What to do. What happens next. But if I did would it really help me…would it lead me to figure it all out faster…would I miss something. I guess it’s not so awful to be clueless sometimes. The adventures are blowing my mind after all. Yeah, keep your clues to yourself.
» Posted By Cass On 02.15.2012 @ 6:24 am
I was warned about you. They said “he should treat you better, you deserve better” well I did, but I can’t seem to find this so called “better”. I warned you that I’d run if I got scared, and now my feet are sore, and you are nowhere to be seen. We were both warned, but somehow we ignored the risks and faced our fears.
» Posted By Cass On 10.05.2011 @ 7:23 pm
The kids ran around in circles on the playground, their screeching voices louder than any sound I’ve ever heard. Perhaps drinking that much tequila last night was a bad idea while my child was sleeping. I love my baby, but sometimes I just need to drink away the stress of having him.
» Posted By Cass On 09.28.2011 @ 6:22 am
Busy, not there. Not in focus or in touch with what is going on around you. Having too much to do to be able to focus on any extraneous activity. Working at such a level of intensity that any deviation is impossible
» Posted By cass On 09.24.2011 @ 11:42 pm
sometimes i find myself thinking too much about myself. in fact, sometimes, that’s the only subject i end up thinking about at all. in spanish, preocupado means worried. that’s exactly what i am. worried about my life. worried about my relationships. worried.
» Posted By Cass On 09.24.2011 @ 8:00 pm
Celebration calls for a time of love and joy. Most people celebrate only their big accomplishments in life. They forget to include their little accomplishments that they have made during the every day struggles that life throws at them.
» Posted By Cass On 09.19.2011 @ 7:52 pm
You can stand under mine. Or not, your choice. I don’t really get what this whole umbrella nonsense is about. Why not just man up and walk in the rain? For crying out loud, it’s WATER. It won’t kill you. It will clean you. Unless there’s some acid rain going on. Then you should run at top speed that you may thoroughly douse yourself and die properly.
» Posted By Cass On 08.24.2011 @ 12:49 pm
i’m falling into the dark depths of what? I don’t even know all i know is there’s no time to gather my thoughts or take in wahats flashing by me. I could be drowning or maybe i’m not actually sinking maybe I’m just so ovewhellemed I havn’t noticed I’m rising up towards the heavens.
» Posted By cass On 08.23.2011 @ 4:18 am
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It unravelled in her hands when she took it. Spindly, like a spiders web, pulling apart between her nails. The thread had woven itself around her heart so tightly, she didnt know where to begin. But, really, she had to try.
If rocks had rivers that flowed like water, this is what my heart would beat like.
» Posted By Cass On 08.16.2011 @ 1:00 am