Comments Posted By nada
Displaying 1 To 30 Of 49 Comments
I don’t know how it happened. I’ve always been good with pets. All that I’ve had, I’ve loved, taken them out for walks, given them good food, never overfed them. But this one in particular, it grew to be my favorite. It’s called Fear and I became obsessed with it, then possessed by it, gave it everything it begged for. It became obese, disgusting, and now I loathe it, have tried to kill it, but it is killing me, slowly.
» Posted By Nada On 11.16.2015 @ 11:23 am
The forest is thickening before my eyes, as if months of growth are being documented via timelapse photography: the Morning Glory vines creeping up the trees like lies, choking them, silencing their truth so that I cannot hear it; their Heavenly Blue flowering, like his burgeoning harem; and the undergrowth, it swells above their desires as a canopy that hides them, keeping me from finding out.
» Posted By Nada On 11.02.2015 @ 12:01 pm
The years have been filled with his killing – every day he snuffs out a few breaths of my life – his weapons are deceit, disdain, exploitation, a sniper’s eye… And I would have fled by now if I could plan an escape – but the instant I realized what he really was, he picked off my frontal lobe
» Posted By Nada On 10.18.2015 @ 8:19 am
I’ve been a loser since before I was born. And my man’s been a prick since he created the universe. Our relationship is build on solid rock: He slaps me down so I don’t have to experience the discomfort of winning and I get to keep his temple clean.
» Posted By Nada On 10.02.2015 @ 1:48 pm
I am not my own, nor will I ever be… I think a man owns me, but he does not, for even if he didn’t exist, even if I was alone on the planet, I would ultimately be owned by my thoughts and no other… My thoughts own me… And they aim to destroy me…
» Posted By Nada On 10.01.2015 @ 11:08 am
Oneword, I need you like a drug, a magic powder, because you make me feel like a writer when I’ve misplaced my vocabulary, when I can’t remember what it was like to spew words at night to polish off in the morning, when I need to look up words’ meanings and synonyms and query the internet to jiggle my wires, so that by the end of the day I have managed a great paragraph…
» Posted By Nada On 08.21.2015 @ 11:43 am
Who is this person I’ve become, that I don’t recognize? When I was born, was there a seed in my brain that contained this ridiculous person, a seed that sprouted a neuroses, mind-shackles like a slow death sentence that unfurled as I grew, its sneaky tendrils like SEALs on a mission, in this case to conquer my garden of Eden, now run by despotic serpents?
» Posted By Nada On 08.18.2015 @ 11:38 am
The foiled days of overcoming office burnout have come and gone and a second, heightened stage of burnout is in progress, the most challenging one of all, for it lives in the home, it breathes life away with its driving days of strictly deadlined events, and it waits, smiling, behind every deluge of words for the day I cross over the line
» Posted By Nada On 08.04.2015 @ 7:41 am
The one of me that gets that exciting Anthing’s-possible feeling and sits down to write has been at war for years with the one of me that gets that But-first-start-a-load-of-laundry sort of feeling and goes off to do that and looks out the window and sees the car and goes to crack the windows so it won’t be roasting inside later and then sees the plants need watering and then sits down to write and remembers the laundry never got started and goes off to do that and…
» Posted By Nada On 08.01.2015 @ 10:17 am
Creative obstruction, I blame it on nerves; Type-A-ness; being the deer who breaks out of the woods into a field and stops to eat but maybe gets two mouthfulls during its continuous nervous checking for danger; Fear, the Savior of Lives, the Destroyer of Dreams, ironically sensibly and ridiculously central to life itself.
» Posted By Nada On 07.30.2015 @ 5:19 am
This is the problem, the words are stuck, stuck somewhere, but where, exactly, is not known at present, this is the problem, how to track down the disconnect, or the clog, to blast through, to restore the flow, of words, that are stuck, stuck somewhere, this is the problem…
» Posted By Nada On 07.29.2015 @ 5:43 am
» Posted By nada On 11.04.2013 @ 3:06 pm
Sometimes cinematic effects are borrowed from the past.
» Posted By nada On 10.31.2013 @ 10:52 am
I don’t think I have ever experienced that feeling before! Oh ,when I gave birth to my children.
» Posted By nada On 09.15.2013 @ 12:58 am
I seldom feel happy after I lost my daughter !!!!!!
» Posted By nada On 09.14.2013 @ 6:11 am
Lots of words came to my mind when I read “rebound”. Words such as chocolate, weight, smoking and lots of others!!!
» Posted By nada On 09.13.2013 @ 3:33 am
When it comes to relationships, it is not easy.
» Posted By nada On 09.11.2013 @ 11:50 pm
When it comes to relationships, it is not easy
» Posted By nada On 09.11.2013 @ 11:48 pm
That’s the reason why I never get what I want deep inside!!
» Posted By nada On 09.11.2013 @ 12:54 am
keep on trying. Never say I can’t. Always say I can’t yet.
» Posted By nada On 09.09.2013 @ 12:28 am
Held onto by someone, tightly. “Shelly grasped his arm”
» Posted By Nada On 02.19.2013 @ 9:20 pm
I was setting on my chair, when suddenly I heard her angelic voice calling me. I listened more carefully hoping that she’s real and that my imagination is not fooling me as usual. And she was real.
» Posted By Nada On 01.19.2013 @ 4:32 am
Since I was a teenager I’m suffering from all kinds of pain
All what I hate in my whole life is pain
» Posted By nada On 10.13.2012 @ 11:26 am
is when I was smaller than an axe and my weapon of mass destruction was purple and bent as a button with 25 sides. If all the other children could see how much I loved it, they would know that purple is my favourite shade of happy.
» Posted By Nada On 09.08.2012 @ 2:41 pm
sinking in water
stooping to a level of stupidity
sinking in mud
sinking in quick sand
» Posted By Nada On 08.23.2011 @ 7:42 am
TO SUCCEED we must try our best ! success is a journey not a destination ! when i succeeded and reached my dream grade last year ! it wasn’t that great you know why ? because looking back i see that what i’ve done to reach this goal was greater then the goal it self ! having to control myself and discipline to get what i want was great ! succeeding is fun ! success is just a memory
» Posted By nada On 08.17.2011 @ 3:43 pm
Thunder is one of the most amazing things that you could witness with your bare eyes. It shows how God is great and powerful. It’s also amazing how people feel differently about it. Some are afraid of it, some experience plain aw – like myself – but the worst part is that some don’t even the beauty or power of it.
» Posted By Nada On 07.26.2011 @ 3:28 pm
I like sticks. they are sticky. not sticky like covered in honey but sticky in the pointy way. I guess this could mean covered in honey too. Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you. bull shit me thinks.
» Posted By nada On 07.17.2011 @ 7:17 pm
i hate people who are mean is also a cruel word i hate people who are mean they are always tacky, my friends are mean sometimes they bad me because im fat, mean is also a maths term :) it means the average i think :s im dumb at maths mean is a very strong word, your mean ;)
» Posted By Nada On 07.11.2011 @ 6:21 am
Back To Stats Page
wat is this?definition?need a google internet?lebanon religion christian drift from syria
» Posted By nada On 07.08.2011 @ 7:17 am