Comments on: exquisite

By: Miles Baker

Miles Baker — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 03:27:35 +0000

I was living in a house full of flowers. Even my dog was a flower. I ate flowers, and kissed flowers. Each day was wonderful and with no problems. I never did like dirt though. So that was a problem.

By: Giselle

Giselle — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 18:22:20 +0000

adams kisses. flowers lots of them that smell awesome. cuddling next to adams skin smelling him taking all of it in. food well made steak salty and steaming. dark chocolate the most perfectly made piece. pillows. fluffy pillows cold covers filled with feathers that you warm up slowly with your body hit. a gentle breeze underneath a huge tree. warm sunlight. love. peace. tranquility peace. no fighting a clean space a clean mind uncluttered. adams eyes. his smile and his eyes when directed towards me. late night walks and phone calls and jamie and emily and jake and kisses. neverending kisses. soft kisses passionate kisses hungry kisses and family that loves me. contentment. confidence. enlightenment. eureka moments. taking a power nap after a long day. finishing the last page of a great book. having my own room. owning a house. feeling accepted among my peers. getting great grades. meeting a stranger who feels like a best friend. turning down temptation and walking away. choosing to keep silent about your bad opinion of someone. meditating. reaching your goals. a cold glass of lemonade on a hot day. justice. love. peace. abstract ideals lived out everyday. no regrets. being spontaneous. knowing what youre good at. accepting your strengths and weaknesses. playing an instrument playing music that exactly describes the way you feel and conveying that to others. crying. tears of sadness and tears of joy and yelling obscenities to no one in particular. exploring interests. the first kiss. opportunity. doing your makeup well. feeling beautiful . solving a problem. driving aimlessly. music blasted. danncing, getting lost in the music and the atmosphere and aroma. writing on a blank page. exquisite.

By: Dustin

Dustin — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 18:08:54 +0000

something refined and confusing, exotic. not available for me or anything close to me. honorable, excellent in a good way. untenable yet physical at the edge of the sphere

By: brooke

brooke — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 18:08:43 +0000

She was a very stylish and dainty woman. she held her teacup as she took a drag of her elegantly smoking ciggerette. Her eyes were very tantalizing and she had a very unique look to her.

By: Lor-n

Lor-n — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:57:24 +0000

Currently it feels like nothing in my life is all that exquisite. With sisters gone and grandpa sick and myself slowly drifting into mental illness. Far from exquisite.

By: danielle Kleiman

danielle Kleiman — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:49:51 +0000

radiance a man and a woman walk into a party like one of the Fitzgeralds, there is fancy decor, the finest of food and liqueor and people are dancing and speaking omst elegantly EXQUISITE!!” they all say… Thank you Scott for such a wonderful evenging

By: Melanie

Melanie — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:48:31 +0000

The most exquisite thing is a mothers love,
like a gossamer string
or a chord from above.
she’s the brightness in your smile and the joy in your laughter
she’ll always try to give you a happily ever after
and even when things take a turn for the worst,
she’ll always be there absorbing your hurt
a mother’s love is neverending
it gives so much,
but doesn’t request anything
it’s a light thats always there,
a hope, a triumph, a hand on your hair,
a sign that someone cares
so cherish those gestures,
hold on to that love,
for it will soon be in the past,
and again never heard of…

By: WearyWater

WearyWater — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:45:22 +0000

Silly girl with her silly, empty smiles and silly need for constant attention. She’s a few years too old to not know any better. Fake-lashed eyes, sequined attire, lips painted red, trying to look like an adult. Perhaps she succeeded. If one squints at her in the right lighting, she does look a bit like a twenty-one year old hooker.
Sometimes, she makes the mistake of wandering too close–close enough that I can hear the empty drivel being defecated from her empty red smile. She simpers words like “sale” and “silver” and “shoes” and, finally, in what I am sure must be an exhausting amount of sylables, “exquisite when they catch the light”.

And, yet again, I wonder what she has to gain by acting this way.

She stops her monologue to smile her silly smile at a boy, and, like a moronic moth drawn to a self-absorbed flame, he makes the mistake of smiling back.

Oh.

By: Cat

Cat — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:44:21 +0000

How can a word of beauty sound so ugly on my tongue? This is not what I want our love to be. I only ask for simplicity.

By: Sir Hammington

Sir Hammington — Sun, 25 Mar 2012 17:43:55 +0000

I pushed the spoon full of steak into my mouth, enjoying the flavor of expensive restaurant meat. I could even call it exquisite if I must, it was such a taste of the higher-class.