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» Posted By MADELEINE On 09.23.2016 @ 2:11 pm
I LOVE CANDY IT IS REALLY YUMMY AND ITS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
AND ON HALLOWEEN WE GET CANDY FROM STRANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I LOVE CANDY AND I THINK INSTEAD OF RAIN RAINING I WANT CANDY TO RAIN THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE CANDY SOO MUCH THAT I COULD EAT IT ALL DAY AND MY FAVORITE CANDY IS NOW AND LATER THAT IS THE BEST CANDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
» Posted By MADELEINE On 08.15.2016 @ 11:09 am
There must be some kind of way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief,
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Business men – they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the wine
Nobody of it is worth.
No reason to get excited,
The thief – he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late.
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey.
» Posted By madeleine On 06.13.2014 @ 6:58 pm
when i was a child, my mother used to sing all along the watchtower to me to make me fall asleep. she sang janis joplin while she washed the dishes, and joni mitchell while she brushed my hair. she made the best pie.
» Posted By madeleine On 06.13.2014 @ 6:54 pm
my mother grew up in Tennessee in the 60’s. she isn’t exactly understanding of anything i do. ever.
» Posted By madeleine On 05.26.2014 @ 6:34 pm
My art has never been satisfactory. Whatever i do, my visions of grandure will never transfer to my chosen medium. I watch my friends create things constantly, yet i never can.
» Posted By madeleine On 05.23.2014 @ 7:07 pm
The black raven sat perched on it’s branch high above the window. It watched with vague interest as Sarah went along with her daily routine. Sarah noticed it a couple of times, always sitting on that branch, never moving. It discerned her but she wouldn’t let such a silly thing get to her.
» Posted By Madeleine On 07.14.2013 @ 11:29 am
I am often known as a willful child. Sometimes I think that this is a good thing but other times I know that they mean it as an insult. But I really love being a willful girl. It means that I am strong and independent and that I don’t need anyone watching out for me. But there are social standards that tell me that this is wrong and girls should be meek and do as they are told.
» Posted By Madeleine On 07.02.2013 @ 11:14 am
Somewhere your mind goes when you want to be away for a while. Make me a cup of coffee on summer mornings when the dew has broken and the white sheets drape our bodies. My stratosphere, your stratopshere. In bed with you, far away from everyone else. Our skyward escape in our shoebox apartment.
» Posted By Madeleine On 05.24.2013 @ 9:46 pm
Listening to the waves, I clutch my knees to my chest. The salty spray stings my cheeks as I sit on the cliff towering above the ocean. The sound beckons me. It pulls me in. My chest rises up and down. I reach my hand out to the sky, but there is nothing to hold. Only the humid air that lingers around me. I stand and feel the rock below. It is wet and cold. I look to the water that quivers in the distance. Jump.
» Posted By Madeleine On 03.24.2013 @ 1:37 pm
sound is cool. sound is music. music is life. thats all there is to it.. sound is therefore, life. without sound the world would be so silent and sad. without sound how would you life be affected? next time you hear an annoying sound and want it to go away consider how quiet the world would be without it.
» Posted By madeleine On 01.18.2013 @ 12:33 pm
my girlfriend should take me higher, but she doesn’t. i know i need to break up with her but i can’t. i can’t hurt her again. i don’t know what to do. it’s olivia and nick, they take me higher. higher, higher, higher off the ground… good ol’ taio…
» Posted By Madeleine On 12.04.2012 @ 7:45 pm
somebody that i used to know… you are somebody that i used to know. i knew you better than anyone else, and you’ve gone and changed. you are no longer you. you’re just somebody that i used to know. i don’t know what to do without you. the real you, not this new one. tell me what to do…
» Posted By Madeleine On 11.12.2012 @ 4:53 pm
I spent my day wasting time on you…. That was all I wanted to do… but you didn’t love me too… What’s the point?
» Posted By Madeleine On 11.11.2012 @ 2:17 am
Voting is involuntry where I come from. Still, I think it is worth while.
Why shouldn’t I care about who leads me?
» Posted By Madeleine On 09.30.2012 @ 9:47 pm
He rounded the corner, the creature hot on his heels. The thing was catching up. He could not breathe but he had to keep going.
» Posted By Madeleine On 09.13.2012 @ 2:53 pm
The building was humble. A chimney smoked. She sighed as she dropped her bags in the foyer, wondering just how long she would stay here. Everything was so cozy and inviting.
» Posted By Madeleine On 09.09.2012 @ 1:04 pm
Comfort is climbing out of a hot bubble bath and slipping into a cushy white robe and crawling into a sea of down-comforters, into the arms of your love.
» Posted By Madeleine On 08.20.2012 @ 9:58 pm
porter, as in hospital porter, as in personal that cleans up sick and mops the floor?
I think that’s what it means anyway.
In Being Human the vampire was a hospital porter, I can’t remember his name, but I remember what he looks like.
» Posted By Madeleine On 08.19.2012 @ 9:58 am
The porter loaded up the sea plane as fast as he could. He would have to fly in the night and try not to get caught. He was looking at possible jail-time. He couldn’t afford that. Not again. Not after going down the way he went last. He was glad the flight would be an hour long. He gulp and wiped the sweat from his brow. This would be last trip he would make. That was the deal. He wished rather than hoped that it was really going to happen.
» Posted By Madeleine On 08.18.2012 @ 10:40 pm
teleporters were invented in 2013.
transporters have been around for ages, but it’s usually time consuming.
» Posted By Madeleine On 08.18.2012 @ 10:29 pm
She didn’t think about it, she just hit him. I mean, he deserved it, right? Cheating on her with that young little bitch? She was no saint either, and she knew that, but she had to hit him. She had to pay him back for the assaults he had thrown on her.
» Posted By Madeleine On 08.08.2012 @ 7:47 am
It was something he couldn’t quite comprehend, the idea that newer is always better. His seven-yet-old microwave worked absolutely fine, so why should he invest in a new one? Modern appliances had little function these days.
» Posted By Madeleine On 07.04.2012 @ 12:43 pm
So she plucked her lucky penny from in between the railroad’s broken tracks, soiling her pudgy hands and the hem of her cotton dress. You might think she lived in the 1800s or something, by the way she dressed. But Frances-Jane was your average, modern 14-year-old. She thought about boys and gingerly pressed the “Friend” button on Facebook. She snuck Mom’s Cosmo in her free time, and pestered her friends about the meaning of some words she found in there. She thought she was too fat. And maybe she was. Maybe, she could’ve used to lose a few pounds. But that didn’t warrant the amount of self-hatred Frances-Jane possessed, nor the number of calories she’d consumed that day and then thrown up later.
» Posted By Madeleine On 07.03.2012 @ 6:06 pm
The tracks were old and rotten, cracked and worn. Sensing their instability she cleared her mind and rested her palms on the rails. Whistles and bells rang in her ears, and she collapsed.
» Posted By Madeleine On 07.03.2012 @ 5:37 pm
architecture is beautiful. it can be complex, minimal, it can inspire, it can sadden. It can set a mood and yet, it is simply the arrangement of blocks. I can find no better way to represent a town than through its architecture.
» Posted By madeleine On 05.29.2012 @ 3:14 pm
I settled in my seat, my fingernails nervously tapping the tablecloth. He gazed at me intensely from across the table, sending my heart fluttering with a small smile. The entree was served and I tore my gaze away, but his icy eyes watched my every move.
» Posted By Madeleine On 04.22.2012 @ 5:59 pm
The feeling in the morning I wish I had chance to experience. Everything I think about my family and loved ones. Everything I strive to be. The description I would never use for myself. What I want to be.
» Posted By Madeleine On 03.24.2012 @ 8:37 pm
is something I don’t really have, other than in the normal facts of life. I’m an atheist. There is no purple turtle just around the next curvature of the globe. I don’t believe in my self either. Self-confidence is something most teens (like myself) lack. I do, however, know the sun will rise tomorrow. These static world conditions are all I have, so I clutch onto them with in a death vice.
» Posted By Madeleine On 03.12.2012 @ 2:18 pm
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Can it really be called
If you are only using it
As a temporary seat?
» Posted By Madeleine On 03.06.2012 @ 1:06 pm