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tires

Are round and stuff oh my gosh i don’t know what to say about ’em. I guess uh, Black leather? Woah strange kinky um mm I wonder if anyone will recognize me based on this / judge me how does this work anyway? It’s my first time on this website. Tires. It tires me to write about tires under pressure and in fact I don’t even know why I feel pressurized

» Posted By Loser On 11.05.2011 @ 1:08 pm

trailer

movie
shows
exciting
mobile
cars
bus
rv
i don’t know
is it a car
or it has something to do with a movie
i don’t give a ****
sorry for the word yeah
why did you block it..
i don’t know
i hate you
this is just one word
why?
i don’t really know
CLEVERBOT!
TEEHEE

» Posted By loser On 04.28.2011 @ 9:51 am

destiny

I wonder how I wonder why yesterday you told me bout the blue blue sky, but then all that i can see is just my destiny….and anyway i think its not something that matters, I mean you determine what happens its not predetermined.

» Posted By loser On 05.17.2010 @ 9:23 am

win

Another apple in the sac. My, she sure does run fast but anyone with a bit of substance can catch on. She’s old, after all.

» Posted By Loser On 05.05.2009 @ 9:59 pm

return

Back down the road to the grocery store where as kids we used to buy sweets because we liked the smile the old man had. Now the old man walks faster than me, I can’t catch my breath and continue the walk to the store.

» Posted By Loser On 05.05.2009 @ 9:18 am

check

I’m supposed to write you a check, even though all I want to do now is spoon feed you the slob you’ve left on my skin. You’ve worked your shift so now I’m supposed to pay you, it’s how the world works you say, someone does something for you and you do something for them. I’ve done something for you, but it isn’t enough to keep you alive. Money will keep you alive. To: Lucia Barbadella. Amount:_______ How much do you want? How much did I need from you? How much will you take from me?

» Posted By Loser On 09.24.2009 @ 7:50 am

shower

Nights at home usually end with me leaving the dinner table still hungry and running up to the bathroom to sit in the tub. Fully clothed, under the running shower. I sit there to think, about the day, about people, about me. I don’t want to admit that I cry there sometimes, my tears mix with the water so that way if someone forced their way in they wouldn’t be able to tell that I’ve been crying.

» Posted By Loser On 09.14.2009 @ 6:20 pm

blossom

His hands run over your pores which blossom flowers except the ones on your head for they host the twigs and your legs massive trunks of trees who’s leaves lie in between, he keeps your skin glowing green, your chlorophyll hands bound to bleeding hearts (whose tongues are sticky with nectar) with the ivy he wrapped, then he hides behind the rain wondering whether you have eyes.

» Posted By Loser On 09.11.2009 @ 7:27 am

knot

Around your head and in between cause the world ain’t flat the people ain’t round, frogs cant sing cause birds cant jump, but your hair can split and tie a knot around your ankles, around your knees, around my neck, in your ears keep the frogs, the world in your eyes, and the people on your tongue.

» Posted By Loser On 09.10.2009 @ 7:20 am

around your head and in between i slip the knot i’ve tied the tree cause the world aint fla
t the people aint round and a roll of thunder makes no sound

» Posted By loser On 09.09.2009 @ 12:45 pm

around your head and in between i slip the knot i’ve tied the tree cause the world aint fla
t the people aint round and a roll of thunder makes no sound

» Posted By loser On 09.09.2009 @ 12:45 pm

bleep

If for every word you ever said I heard a tweet instead I’d probably be a different person. I probably wouldn’t be as short or fat, as lame or dumb, as poor, as black. I’d probably be tall and thin, with a straight spine, a straight mind, fat pockets. I’d have a white face, white soul, white intentions. If for every word you said I heard a tweet instead…

» Posted By Loser On 09.05.2009 @ 12:43 pm

vows

What can the sky say to me that I haven’t already heard from you?

» Posted By Loser On 07.08.2009 @ 12:04 pm

cigarette

Bunches of them, scattered all over my legs, the twitch, they fall, down the drain and land on his hands. His pretty little hands. He runs behind the house, slips one in between his lips. Hand fulls staining his tiny fingers and their breath, it becomes his. Same stains on my legs, and in between them he goes.

» Posted By loser On 09.02.2009 @ 6:16 am

pit

Running along the banks of the river the young men pluck my flowers. One stands lookout as the rest pluck away, killing my lovely daisies, carnations, roses. After no one’s come out of the house to yell at them they happily wrap glittery ribbons around the stems. They all fish in their pockets for handkerchiefs to wipe the dirt off their shoes. They all calmly walk in single file through the rest of my garden, they crush my tomatoes, beans, and little tress. I reach for my cane and step out the door, making them all run.

» Posted By Loser On 08.29.2009 @ 12:15 pm

sneeze

Don’t speak so quickly, your tongue might get caught in the sharp spaces in between your teeth, your thoughts, they might get dry running through your brain at that speed. Your honesty, it might exist with all the excitement.

» Posted By Loser On 08.26.2009 @ 8:21 am

pastime

Sitting under the hot Louisiana sun I get to thinkin’ bout what it must be like to float away.Watching the sun grow smaller and smaller till I can’t see it no more. Just like I can’t see it now, only then it’ll be too far to see where as now it’s too close.

» Posted By loser On 08.13.2009 @ 12:25 pm

collapse

There’s something strange in the way those men float. Their arms stretch beyond the shores, beyond the hills, beyond the homes. Their hands, above the tower, blocking the sky for the released doves. I want to lick their fingers, savor the delight that is the wind with a touch of the sea.

» Posted By Loser On 08.04.2009 @ 7:15 pm

gravity

Waldo walked on and I pretended to pull him. Reaching the hill I sat down and pulled out my can tine. A strong wind came through and blew the white sheet off of stiff Linda. I ran to recover it and Waldo stood terribly still, trying to keep the wind from blowing her away.

» Posted By Loser On 07.25.2009 @ 2:20 pm

burst

I was about to burst into laughter. The little girl hast petting her puppy, both of her hands caressing both halves of his body. He sniffed at her chin, her mouth, her nose. And she lifted her head, both of her little hands caressing both sides of his neck. Both so obviously tender, and in love. Yet, neither completely trusting one another.

» Posted By loser On 01.09.2010 @ 5:07 pm

flavor

“Do you take your coffee black?” “Yes, please.” “Talk about terrible films, I’m sorry if you were bored tonight. I didn’t expect it to be all that bad.” “Oh no, it’s alright. Awful movies are always the most interesting.” “Oh please, there’s no need to try to be polite. You know, bald men aren’t unattractive.” “Not even when they’re forty years old and unemployed?” “Come now, that’s sexy. With all that free time maybe you can find an hour to share. Shower me with wisdom at the breakfast table.” “Sharing my wisdom with you at the first hour of school was what landed us both here.” “You were having coffee that morning weren’t you?” “Black.” “Yeah, I remember the taste.”

» Posted By lOSER On 01.08.2010 @ 7:26 pm

tower

“Look! Just don’t follow me. Please.” “Okay!” But he followed him still, he seemed to be aiming his toes at the man’s ankles. I could see the wonder in his eyes, it was like he’d never before seen a man in a suit, with car keys in his hand. He followed anxiously, awaiting to see which tower he would enter and whether he could follow him in. Or how to get in, his momma’d told him God’s angels built those towers. Maybe, he thought, this man’s an angel in disguise, for he is beutiful, and if my feet touch his I too will be beautiful.

» Posted By Loser On 01.05.2010 @ 1:03 pm

mist

I went up the stairs to see if I could find it. I stopped at Charlie’s, I could smell what she was spraying around the baby’s crib. It was the sweet mist Kitten had given her when he first found out she was pregnant. The same mist Kitten had used to scare off London’s big ugly men. Funny thing is that Kitten bought the mist to attract big ugly men. A few days before handing it to Charlie, Kitten sprayed it once in the middle of his room. “Not a day stale.” And when Charlie told her Kitten smiled and said he hoped it was a girl. “Take this Charlie, it’ll protect her.”

» Posted By Loser On 09.29.2009 @ 12:22 pm

cone

She kept dropping ice cream ball after ice cream ball. She pretended to cry, to be sad. A pudle of vanilla milk with rainbow dots shoes. After the take, she got a chocolate cone.

» Posted By Loser On 11.12.2009 @ 7:09 am

gallop

Away, away, away. Can’t trip off the side of the road, otherwise I’ll get caught in the mud. I wonder if it hurts.

» Posted By Loser On 11.10.2009 @ 1:29 pm

frog

is frog the only word i can write about WHAT THE HELL

» Posted By loser On 11.05.2009 @ 9:31 pm

handle

keys handle locks, don’t take what you can;t handle, broken handle is a problem.

» Posted By Loser On 11.20.2009 @ 11:17 am

tray

I want it to be empty. But everyday when it isn’t a burger it’s cereal and when it isn’t cereal t’s a fruit and when it isn’t a fruit it’s milk and when it isn’t milk it’s coffee. I wish I could be like you, grab a little box for us both and spoon feed you most of the contents. I’m not entirely sure why I even are walk up to the table and load myself up with anything. It’s like, I always end up looking stupid, one way or another I always do. Feel like not even leaving the room in the morning, keeping my shades drawn and my doors shut. Like, I’m afraid. So many people encourage me to choose the apple over the cereal but I want to impress the cereal people and I reject the apple, then when I sit down I feel bad for not taking the apple and choosing the cereal because I’m so out of place and cereal just isn’t me. I wish I could be like you and straight up say: I hate cereal. But I can’t ever say that because I’m not positive that I hate cereal, I just haven’t had enough of it and I don’t quite know if I like it or not. Just like I haven’t had very many apples and I can’t really tell if I truly prefer them over cereal or not. I doubt I’ll ever have the courage to carry and empty tray and sit, I feel the chairs will be empty if I do. If I don’t carry anything similar to anyone else then what will we have in common? At least I can pretend to like apples or cereal, can I pretend to have no preference or no appetite? I doubt anyone will buy that.

» Posted By Loser On 12.24.2009 @ 3:36 am

wallpaper

The dates of pictures of old carts and women with scratchy yellow noses were covered with blue today. I didn’t want them wiped out of history, why in order to be able to ever see them again I would first have to scratch at their eyes with a steel spatula, either that or a hanker chief drenched in paint remover. Even then I think the image would be ruined, the color of the wall paper would probably melt under the chemical’s force and the expressions of the well groomed ladies disfigured by its stench.

» Posted By Loser On 12.21.2009 @ 11:32 pm

supreme

I always think about how pretty I can be and how easy t would be to be that pretty. But, I always end up forgetting about it all by dinner time. Because it’s too much of a hassle to change clothes, run, shower and change clothes again. I’ve got better things to do. After all, we’re not going to be around forever so why even waste our precious time? Thing is, the more precious time you conserve the less precious time you have. If you waste it either running or eating you still won’t last. But I guess it does all have it’s advantages. I mean, who cares if the supreme omelet’s less expensive than a bran muffin? In the end, a size zero will be much cheaper than a size fifty one and a sexy boyfriend much yummier than fat slobby son of a bitch husband.

» Posted By Loser On 12.20.2009 @ 10:41 pm

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