Entries By Anon
Displaying 1 To 30 Of 304 Entries
rocker
i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. To be a gypsy, live away from society and to be who I truly am- a lover of solitude, a reader, a rock music lover. Yh
Posted By Anon On 05.16.2013 @ 3:59 am
beer
Alcoholic Poison. Inhibitor of fear and feelings. Numbing. Liquid drug of the masses.
Posted By anon On 05.08.2013 @ 1:05 am
bowling
Rolling a heavy bowling ball down the bowling alley. It curves off to the side and sinks into the gutter. The skittles are standing upright, while your friends were able to knock them down with ease. They got strikes. Maybe you’re not good at bowling.
Posted By anon On 04.25.2013 @ 3:27 pm
planter
Mary sat upon a silver chair, rusted and old from the old days of gardening and tending to her flowers. It was covered in vines now, beautiful in its age- Just as her eyes were. Blue pools reflected off every possible surface of light, making her shine brighter than the moon ever could. At least, that’s how he always saw her.
Posted By Anon On 04.25.2013 @ 4:46 am
plague
plagues take over. Rule, conquer and kill. Devestation, ruin, despair. This is a plague.
Posted By anon On 04.01.2013 @ 12:05 am
wheat
What? Like on a farm. With a cute guy who’s a farmer. Now, that’s yummy. I’m sure his skin has tanned from all those hours working out in the sun, and speaking of working, I’m sure he has an amazing muscular figure, and is great with his hands. Delicious. And an adorable accent, oh my Goddd….
Posted By Anon On 03.29.2013 @ 2:18 pm
calamity
beware
There’s a sign on the door with a block-capital notice. Inside the yard is a pitbull, one that hasn’t been trained too well or attentively. It’s the guard dog, bought by someone who knew nothing about dogs. It stands out there day and night, even in the rain. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t behave so well. Maybe that’s why it says “beware.”
Posted By anon On 03.21.2013 @ 12:54 pm
truth
covert
Secretive: something’s hidden, there’s something missing from the observations, there’s something unrecorded, things don’t add up. Not transparent; keeping to oneself. You never know what they’re thinking.
Posted By anon On 03.17.2013 @ 3:20 am
Secrets told behind closed doors. People too ashamed to tell the truth. Covert operations. We hid our sins, our shame, in the dark, hoping that it will never catch up to us. Alas, it usually does. It comes to us while we’re sleeping, vulnerable, and strangles us with a rope made of our sordid actions. We cannot escape, we cannot survive, we are done. Our fate is sealed.
Posted By Anon On 03.16.2013 @ 1:31 pm
overt
It was obvious that she was lying. Against her friend, who said everything as it was and was the most trustworthy person I knew. What she hid, he expressed. There was no point trying to frame someone who acted so overtly.
Posted By anon On 03.15.2013 @ 5:42 pm
eternal
Forever. Seeing time pass you by while you stand still, frozen in an oblivion of nothing. Life come and goes, trees green and brown, people are born and they die, but you’re still standing there, as if nothing’s ever changed as if you haven’t grown, and perhaps that’s because you haven’t. You haven’t changed. You’ve been the same you always have been. You’re static, and you’re finished.
Posted By Anon On 03.14.2013 @ 8:22 am
director
A pain in the ass. The “director” of our high school is a heinous bitch who needs to go to hell. Like now. Ugh she’s changing everything and I hate her for it. We were in a good place, as as school, and now we’re a pathetic excuse for an American school, I mean we might as well be an “international” school or a British school at this point. What the hell does shoe know? She just got here, and she hasn’t even bothered spending any time with any of the students. What the hell. She thinks we’re all problems to solve. We’re not. We’re trying to grow up and she needs to learn to respect that. To respect other peoples opinions. To give herself something else to obsesses about. I’m sure the rumors about her being abusive towards her husband are true. She’s totally the kind of person who would.
Posted By Anon On 03.12.2013 @ 7:11 pm
returned
You left me, didn’t you. Tears run down my cheeks as I write. You were everything and you’re gone…I feel nothing anymore, emptyness is my life. I had a heart once, but it was stolen and never returned.
Posted By anon On 03.07.2013 @ 11:29 pm
A knock on the door. A simple glance at a nameless man standing outside. It was terrifying really, knowing what he stood for. That man was the bearer of life shattering news. He was there to tell her that he was dead, he was never coming home. This nameless man was there to inform her that her life would be ruined from then on.
Posted By anon On 03.07.2013 @ 11:24 pm
flames
Fire burning down something; not a candle, but a full, roaring, unintentional fire. This sounds bad enough. Be careful around fire.
Posted By anon On 03.05.2013 @ 4:26 pm
weakling
The skinny guy grabbed a dumbbell in each hand, his hands grasped tight around them. He gritted his teeth and thought: This time, I’ll do it. His shaking and wavering arms tried to raise the dumbbells an inch, but no good. He dropped them on the floor in disappointment, and cancelled his gym membership.
Posted By anon On 03.04.2013 @ 9:18 am
knock
there was a stale knocking inside of my chest. my skin was rather sallow and languid, as if the night sucked all the color and liveliness from me. i was exhausted, putrid with the scent of sex and cigarettes lingering in my disheveled matted hair. as i stumbled out of a barely made bed i glanced at the clock; it was almost 4 pm and all I could think was holy shit you’re gonna be fucking pissed when I walk in.”
Posted By anon On 02.27.2013 @ 7:01 pm
flailing
The water flooded my nose and mouth, my body shaking on its own. I was losing hope, my last decision was to start flailing.
Posted By anon On 02.18.2013 @ 9:25 pm
fatigue
I feel the warm spreading of liquid sleep slip over my limbs like a familiar cardigan; well worn and stretched out but long since felt upon my back.
Posted By Anon On 02.17.2013 @ 5:00 pm
I’m so exhausted. I miss you. My brain is exhausted from missing you so much. I fucking miss you. I want to be with you right now and I just want you to love me again. But I know that won’t happen. But I love you. And I’m tired of loving you. I’m tired.
Posted By Anon On 02.16.2013 @ 7:11 pm
sanctity
Something wide, white like a blank canvas, but stretching out, untouchable, pure, like a void but not empty. Unquantifiable, unqualifiable, but good, peaceful, perfect. The resting place for a troubled heart. Something calm, safe, eternal.
Posted By ANON On 02.14.2013 @ 11:37 am
willed
The act of determination, of working for yourself, reaching a goal despite societal pressures or limitations. Standing for yourself, reaching what you’ve dreamed of. Strong-willed and persevering.
Posted By Anon On 02.16.2013 @ 1:42 am
think
I always love to do this. I do this when I am sitting down, standing up. I do this when I try to sleep, I do this when I eat breakfast. I do this mostly when I am at work. I wish people would do more of this because it would point them all to the concept that things do make sense and that there are answers and that is because God created it that way. Jesus is called the “logos” or the word. This in a philosophical, platonic sense means that “logic” in it’s truest form (the word), points to something bigger than us.
Posted By Anon On 02.05.2013 @ 12:24 pm
end
end up think of my life in a big perspect in large view its like I finally took the telescope from my eye and started looking from a distance see the whole picture and not just a part.
Posted By anon On 01.13.2013 @ 12:16 pm
compass
The compass is used to guide oneself in a certain direction. The word calls to mind Columbus, Magellan, and other such renowned sailors. There’s also the moral compass, otherwise known as the conscience. Sometimes I worry that I don’t really have one of those. I fit the technical definition of a sociopath.
Posted By anon On 01.12.2013 @ 10:22 pm
game
I sweat drip drip drip. Get the ball. Don’t let it touch the floor. I dive and I feel my skin bruise plum. My fist clenches. The ball didn’t touch the floor.
Posted By Anon On 12.18.2012 @ 5:06 pm
five
I have five fingers (on each hand) and five toes (on each foot). The number five is soft. It’s round and slightly red (but only a very faint red, as if it were barely coloured). Five is a nice round number.
Posted By anon On 12.17.2012 @ 7:05 pm
July
July, I miss the days in July, when the sun was warm and my legs were bare. Would it have changed things if I hadn’t been so covered up? Maybe it’s not the weather that’s cold. Maybe it’s me. Me, and you, what a wonder that would have been. I miss you, and I miss your warmth, and I’m about as cold as a December runaway in the middle of July, with my entire world melting around me.
And I wish I would have let you keep me warm.
Posted By Anon On 12.07.2012 @ 2:47 pm
