Comments on: marker

By: David

David — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 09:58:56 +0000

i am being marked I am target, no on can catch me, i am invisible , all knowing all seeing

By: invisibleland

invisibleland — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:14:53 +0000

there is a tiny dot on this wall that is everything to me and if it weren’t for that tiny dot i would not exist. it tells me who i am and where i am and how i am in relation to it. god put the mark there, i am sure of it.

By: andythrobber

andythrobber — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 16:08:44 +0000

i put down a marker but noone picked it up

By: j.skies

j.skies — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 08:00:00 +0000

The marker was green and yellow with all of these weired and little specks of crystallized rocks that were green like little emeralds and contained all of the makings of a false world for the mind of a six year old, but what was this supposed to mean?

By: JulieWoodsOneWord

JulieWoodsOneWord — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 08:00:00 +0000

A marker is a tool for self-expression. It’s also a place holder for letting us get back to our original path, a single breadcrumb for the way home. I Love combining a marker that writes with the breadcrumb to write my way home.

By: weezie

weezie — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 08:00:00 +0000

black think and fast never gonna go away ….she squeeks and squeaks the chuncky chisel tip over the plexiglass surface of the bus window…she didn’t care any more if they caught her if they saw just the stink and squeek of the marker is what she needed now….the world on the other side of the window gradually disapearring gradually fading out to a grey streaky shadow…

By: Tiphanie

Tiphanie — Thu, 01 Jan 1970 08:00:00 +0000

The marker, they called it – it was really a gun, was slung over his shoulder. He called it Angel. The paint flew, bruises formed, and all I wanted to do was kill – metaphorically. We were violence. We were winning. We owned.