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Friday nights. I’m going to make it there someday, I swear I will. All I can picture is the precision of form that sense of release, and control, and losing myself in my body rather than out of it, that I’m dying for. And walking home through a warm night, with a cup of tea, body stretched and warm.
» Posted By DG On 03.22.2015 @ 12:28 pm
I was overjoyed at the value that was placed on the project by the people that I presented it to. They were gushing praise for the rest of the day. I don’t know what in particular they liked, so I was suspicious that they were just being nice. That is, until the next day when I had a steady stream of people that were coming to my office to discuss the next steps.
» Posted By dg On 09.14.2013 @ 5:02 pm
I can feel the creature starring.
Covering under the blankets, I’m terrified to move.
The weight of the blanket will protect me.
He cannot see me.
I am safe now as I close my eyes.
The blanket moves.
» Posted By DG On 04.17.2013 @ 4:12 pm
The color that rich people wanted to be in the 70s before poor people could afford package vacations and before skin cancer wiped out a generation of reptile skinned australian sun worshippers.
» Posted By dg On 03.29.2013 @ 1:36 am
I can’t even look at anything without them there.
Telling me what to do.
Who the hell do they think they are?
Just get me out of here.
I don’t want to listen anymore.
I’ve had enough.
» Posted By DG On 03.06.2013 @ 6:52 pm
He falls as it hits him.
He feels pain but doesn’t know where it came from.
A hole in his body.
His body cries red.
He feels weak.
They can’t pick him up.
“Common, don’t be such a weakling! Get up!”
His eyes close.
» Posted By DG On 03.03.2013 @ 12:46 pm
The knock on the door has frighten me.
There are more noises as I walk to the door.
I try to figure it out before I open it.
It’s too late I am in front of it.
I open the door.
» Posted By DG On 02.27.2013 @ 4:15 pm
Like an actress in a play
She makes the world feel
The way she moves through the stage
Makes the audience quiver with emotion
Opposites within a single Act
They drown the stage with tears
You can feel her heart beat from the last row
And she can feel yours
Staring at you through the crowed
She found you
The play is fictional but oh so real
She makes it real
You fell in love with a fictional character
» Posted By DG On 02.10.2013 @ 11:34 am
I hate people. But there are certain persons I really love. I’m really thankful to them for being there by my side so far. That’s why I’m gonna be rich and make them all kings and queens
» Posted By dg On 06.20.2012 @ 11:12 pm
I felt like I was thrown into the pits at that moment when he passed me and didn’t notice me…. What was it that always made him so attractive to me?
» Posted By dg On 06.19.2012 @ 1:56 pm
There are many kinds of frameworks…. Each defines the picture it holds. Some are classic, some are ethnic, some are modern and so on…
» Posted By dg On 06.18.2012 @ 5:02 am
The rain was pouring down last night… Teardrops were rolling down my eyes. My heart was filled with pain. I don’t want to lose him..
» Posted By dg On 06.17.2012 @ 8:28 am
brief………. I don’t know what to write, may be this is what briefing is. Straight to the point with no beating around the bush!
» Posted By dg On 06.12.2012 @ 9:02 pm
racket? I think tennis rackets are costly.. Its really heavy, someone said me. And I’ve never used one. Maybe in future I’ll try out playing tennis. But I’ve played badminton and the racket is light and cheap…
» Posted By dg On 06.10.2012 @ 9:50 pm
oh the nest. Its beautiful up in the tree…. A small cute beautiful home. I wish I had a nest… So that I could share my love…. Its amazing, a nest.
» Posted By dg On 06.10.2012 @ 10:04 am
There I stood waiting for the man to come back with her parting gift. And suddenly it was there, sitting in my hand. It was diamond shaped and smooth, it’s worth echoing in small bolts of light brightly off every surface. It seemed to bathe in the sun, casting light shadows along the ceiling. Gorgeous and from a distant time, it rolled across my palm towards me, stopping right on the edge as if it knew. I clasped my hand tightly, my throat battling the sour demon lump that had taken residence there.
A single earring. My grandmother’s last gift to me.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice cracking mid-whisper. A clock tolled. I left the shop.
» Posted By DG On 04.16.2012 @ 11:59 pm
I stared at the small jewel in my hand. It was diamond with small reflecting surfaces all around that bathed in the sun. How old was this masterpiece my grandmother left for me? I swallowed, still battling the ugly lump that took residency in my throat.
“Thank you,” I said, voice cracking in whisper. A clock tolled. I left the room.
» Posted By DG On 04.16.2012 @ 11:46 pm
Sitting alone, watching the clock. Tick, tick, tick. The sound echoes, the sweat drips. Paper still empty. The pen sits tight in the hand, shaking. This is the end. BELL!
» Posted By DG On 04.16.2012 @ 1:03 am
Bitter, burns to the soul. Clear as crystal, but burns like fire. Scentless, but harmful.
» Posted By dg On 05.15.2011 @ 12:53 am
Her heels dragged the carpet as I dragged her body through. I hadn’t meant to kill her, but that’s the way things turned out. There was nowhere to hide the body, of course, so my immediate plan was to aimlessly pull the corpse around, looking for a dirty outlet in which to dump my ex-lover.
» Posted By DG On 03.16.2011 @ 9:33 am
i’m a believer.. i believe he’ll come back. i miss him, i want him back.. now. i believe that things will get better.. i believe i can be happy again.
» Posted By DG On 12.09.2010 @ 10:37 pm
White shiny bones protruding from my gums Chew food, break, melt, cavities, dentists drilling.
» Posted By Dg On 12.06.2010 @ 11:19 pm
There was never a bear around when I wanted one to be. I had never even seen one; I had dreams of the day when I would find myself face to face with a giant, frothing monster of fur and stink.
» Posted By DG On 10.14.2010 @ 11:30 am
what the fuck? i have no idea how to do this. this makes me think of a water cup overflowing when you’ve filled it too far, or pouring champagne but not being skilled enough to stop when the cup fills over. i’ve always wondered how bartenders learn to pour drinks so perfectly – i’d love to be able to pour like that.
this also makes me think of overflowing with love and happiness – particularly uu. the image of overflowing is so beautiful to me i think
» Posted By dg On 11.21.2009 @ 6:52 am
» Posted By dg On 12.14.2009 @ 1:08 am
to trot or not to trot. i love trotting. its fun. sometimes i trot on a horse. sometimes without a horse. trotting is certainly udnerrated and i recommend a good trot to anyone. have you gone on a trot recently? try a trot today. try a trot now!
» Posted By DG On 10.15.2009 @ 4:28 pm
A good place to start search
» Posted By dg On 10.12.2009 @ 3:20 am
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» Posted By dg On 10.05.2009 @ 11:55 am