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when you don’t have something and you really want it then you missed it if it is passed tense
you didn’t catch a ball that someone threw at you and you missed the catch
you might have missed someone or something because you wanted them or it to be near you but then they weren’t, or you wanted to spend time with them and couldn’t
» Posted By Leah On 11.13.2018 @ 8:02 pm
Missed – a phrase we dread. We all want to be. Involved, over involved, over extended, rooted in our fear of missing. Who told us missing out was to be avoided? Did someone make a mistake along the way? I intend to live my life and at times, that means I miss. And that is okay.
» Posted By Leah On 11.13.2018 @ 4:23 pm
I had a history of bad decision making skills. I was always putting myself in danger. But I’ll tell you a secret: I liked the danger. I liked not knowing whether or not each moment was my last. Its what made life worth living.
» Posted By Leah On 11.12.2017 @ 3:49 pm
Let’s make a deal, I think we would be good together, but it seems you don’t agree. Let me change that. At least give me a chance. We’ve been working together for a while now, it only seems natural to move past that. What do you say? Do you want your little flirtation with the dark side? That’s what I’ve been hearing about you anyways. Is that the real you? Just give me a chance and I’ll show you my world. Or at least my version of this one we live it. It’s not what you may think.
» Posted By Leah On 12.01.2016 @ 10:49 am
There wasn’t much to say as I sat at my desk, watching my phone, waiting for the screen to light up. Waiting for a mention, a text, a call, none ever came. I was forgotten. A feeling I knew all too well.
» Posted By Leah On 10.23.2016 @ 8:35 pm
humanity now days is messed u to me. everyone is given something they have to live up to. we cant be different. and sterotypes suck.
» Posted By leah On 02.14.2016 @ 1:01 pm
She couldn’t believe it. The one thing she feared, the one malady staring her right in the face. The spectacle came from the corner of the room. It was as she feared, a mirror reflecting her disturbing actions she had done to others.
» Posted By Leah On 01.23.2016 @ 9:32 am
llwja;othaoeihalnv;lasdkjhagpoeiha;slgdna;sldhjf[a[obic’lasdkn;ldsn;lzcknlsdkjf;lsdjf;alsjdf;asldkfj;lsadjfsdlkfja;sldjkfsldjfsdfl It was maddening. The contempt crowd broke out in a chaotic cacophony of gasps and gossip. But no one ran to her aid. No one tried to stop the scuffle. The looks on their faces actually seemed pleased. How could this be?
» Posted By Leah On 01.23.2016 @ 6:48 am
The slipper was smashed into a fine shards of crystal. The malicious attack was not expected. But who ever speculated the jealous frog would lash out in such a way?
» Posted By Leah On 01.23.2016 @ 6:43 am
This is a weird looking word. It just looks kinda funny. Like one of those words that someone spelled wrong. I don’t even know what to say about it. I know it is a math word. It means to add!
Well i forgot to fill out my info so now I have 60 more seconds. Great. I still don’t know what to say about this little word.
» Posted By Leah On 01.11.2016 @ 8:01 am
Worship unto the lord. Team. Unity. Love.
» Posted By Leah On 12.29.2015 @ 4:48 am
» Posted By Leah On 10.19.2015 @ 5:26 pm
I’m disturbed by the way
human rights are violated
on a daily basis
like they’re nothing more
than simple suggestions
of how to treat people.
People are worthy of dignity.
» Posted By Leah On 08.31.2015 @ 8:16 pm
Undo me from reality. Make this void leave. Undo my mind from these thoughts that shouldn’t be allowed in the world. Undo this world from torture.
» Posted By Leah On 08.17.2015 @ 1:19 am
my home, a comforting place, my childhood, also quite strangling, like I constantly have to get out.
» Posted By leah On 06.08.2015 @ 4:05 pm
That was the moment, enough, she stood along the edge of the cliff looking out over the water. Waves crashed agained the tall towering boulders, enough of it all. She was tired of pushing, pulling, shoving and creating with little to no drive left within her. What to do about it though? She was strong enough to keep going.
» Posted By Leah On 05.25.2015 @ 8:56 am
Will, what it your will to live? what will you become.. what were your dreams as a child? is that where you are now? Im not. Theres so much I haven’t done with my life that I want to accomplish soon.. Will I ever accomplish it?
» Posted By Leah On 04.27.2015 @ 12:37 am
Like roasting a chicken? This also makes me think of roast as in roasting in the sun. Which makes me think of summer. I miss summer. Michigan is not the place to be if you don’t like the cold. And I hate the cold. Sometimes I question why I chose to stay here for college. I just want the sun, sand, warmth, beach days. It’s too cold and I have to walk to class. I’m moving south.
» Posted By Leah On 02.22.2015 @ 10:23 pm
Venice. I try to think back upon all the events that brought me here, but I can’t remember. My brain is clouded with the sounds of tourists and locals milling around me as I stand still, wondering what I’m meant to do next. I look around, look for something, some kind of sign. A person, a note, anything.
» Posted By Leah On 12.03.2014 @ 10:16 pm
From her viewpoint, the plan was simple. Get in. Steal the necklace. Get out. That’s it. No fancy footwork, no background espionage music. Just turn off the alarms, sneak in, and take the thing. From her viewpoint, there was nothing difficult about this job whatsoever.
» Posted By Leah On 11.07.2014 @ 7:13 pm
We shared a drink, each of us sipping from a different side of the pint glass. When I lifted the glass to my mouth, I inspected the imprint of his lips left on the rims: small, scabby flecks of skin, residue leftover from his Chapstick. I imagined how those lips would feel against mine.
They would be soft, and fierce, and would linger with a hunger.
They would taste like beer and intoxicate me just the same.
» Posted By Leah On 08.17.2014 @ 9:53 pm
My hand crawled up to the littler hairs that tickled the back of his neck as our kiss deepened. He moaned when I tugged and twirled at the little coarse hairs. I backed away for a breathe and he started laving heated kisses down my neck. He hit the spot and I quietly moaned so my boss wouldn’t hear.
» Posted By Leah On 07.29.2014 @ 8:42 pm
And, yes as we were sliding those hills of whites in fits of giggles I realized that Marco might possibly be the one. In the past it was hard, we has bumps in the road as big as the mountains behind us. But we made it this far, and we could make it forever.
» Posted By Leah On 07.27.2014 @ 7:20 pm
I tumble. My limbs are not my own. I belong to something much greater now. I am in the water. I am under the water. Tumbling. Rumbling. Rolling. Crashing. Feeling. But I can not see. This world is not my own. Effervescent bubbles and streams of floating starlight are things I will never see clearly. I am only a visitor.
» Posted By Leah On 07.23.2014 @ 6:25 pm
A fleet of ships roamed the ocean. The blue above and below were both endless. The boat rocked rythamiccaly with the never-ending waves coming at them. The sailed, tried to cover ground, just hoping it was the right direction they were heading. They couldn’t see whats in front of them it was all trust
» Posted By Leah On 07.19.2014 @ 7:29 pm
not this word again
can i have a different word please
that would be nice.
» Posted By Leah On 07.19.2014 @ 1:58 pm
stitch each pattern together like you did to my heart.
we’ll be under that quilt to night looking at the stars.
» Posted By Leah On 07.18.2014 @ 7:40 pm
I sat with my grandma on her old musty house. She stayed quiet as she pulled the needle rythimacally through each square to make a quilt. adding on and on until the end. I smiled at the constant rhythm that almost matched my heart beat
» Posted By Leah On 07.18.2014 @ 7:38 pm
I shut the door behind me and twist the lock. My eyes flit around frantically for a means of escape. There’s just a sink and a toilet, nothing heavy that I can effectively block the door with. Suddenly the door handle jiggles as someone on the other side tries to turn it.
“She’s in here!” A voice calls to the others, “Door’s locked!”
» Posted By Leah On 06.16.2014 @ 10:33 pm
Back To Stats Page
The way I turn my cheek
to face the sun
and I slowly
look up at you
the way I laugh
that the wind barely
carries it to your ears
The toss of my hair
the rhythm of my step
» Posted By Leah On 05.28.2014 @ 4:24 pm