Comments on: ruby

By: kenny

kenny — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:11:13 +0000

ruby……………….red ruby. rubys are gems. gems that gleam. imagine a red gem covering the windows of the front of your house. your house would then be red for a day. red ruby will then roll on to the next house…

By: Christopher Robin

Christopher Robin — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:02:51 +0000

Her eyes were last thing I saw, a fiery glimmer in the distance. They burned into the horizon and left with the sun. Warmth gone. Light gone. I’ll learn to enjoy the night.

By: mary

mary — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:02:30 +0000

she left the building wearing the ruby colored coat. it was raining and she burst out of the door without anything but the red coat. she never looked back. that was the last that was seen from her.

By: SpecialBobby

SpecialBobby — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:02:18 +0000

Your lips. Ruby lips that begged for kissing. But the words that came from them were like rubies of hatred, ignorance, stupidity. How could beautiful ruby lips allow such to pass? Rubies disappoint when they are you.

By: Iffath

Iffath — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 17:28:54 +0000

i see ruby dreams
and robot
dancers

By: wordmonger

wordmonger — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 17:17:42 +0000

Ruby has a twin sister. They are so different from each other though. Ruby is creative, high spirited one. I am sure she will go through life thinking she should be more like her serious, studious sister, but the sooner she realizes she is a gem herself, the happier she will be.

By: Sam Schick

Sam Schick — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 17:00:07 +0000

ruby red lips, soaked with strawberries and cherries and all the other sweet summer flesh. don’t worry about winter, it will take care of itself. savor this preserved summer sugar down in the cellar and let the world go.

By: Noisy Quiet

Noisy Quiet — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:57:21 +0000

Ruby

The wife of a man I cared a great deal about. The first time we met, when it was time to say our goodbyes, she hugged me, and I have to say it was the greatest hug I’d ever received. I have no idea why. But I remember being so thankful in that moment, and so thrilled, that the woman who gave the greatest hugs in the world was married to a man I cared about. “He gets to feel this every single day” I thought. “What could be better than that.”

By: L

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:56:40 +0000

I don’t want to write about Ruby, but the therapist says it’s the best thing.
“Write out your feelings.” He said “You have just seen your sister die.”
I don’t want to write about Ruby. I killed her.

By: L

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:54:09 +0000

Ruby was beautiful. She always had been. WIth a name like hers, you’d expect her to have bright red hair, but she didn’t. It was a glossy black and her eyes were the brightest blue. They shone out of her dark skin. She was carefree and always laughing. The day she died, she was still smiling, smiling gently as she jumped out of the window, 30 stories up.