Comments on: stable

By: dan

dan — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 19:00:17 +0000

I stumble down the dark empty street. My drunken gait is anything but stable. The moon is blurred by a thin layer of clouds, and its unreliable light guides me home. It may be dim but its all that I have.

By: Madeline

Madeline — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:36:25 +0000

i wish that things were stable. but then would they even be fun? sometimes its hard because stability feels good but unpredictable feels better. and stables are where horses live but are they stable? maybe they wish things were unpredictable too.

By: gretchen

gretchen — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:33:41 +0000

amaneace lloviendo y me siento en el mismo lugar que ayer. Nada cambia. La inercia es peor que la demencia. Eso creo. Cual de los dos estados causa mayor estrago? Amanece. Todo igual.

By: Dlc

Dlc — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:31:14 +0000

I am not stable. I realize that reality; the mind is unstable because of certain elements – one of them being the desire to please and perfect even the stable element of literature. I desire stability but carve creativity.

By: gsk

gsk — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:28:55 +0000

I stood, balancing my body along the curb
one foot steady, the other waving, bobbing
a triangle with the earth – skin, bone and gravity

By: Anthony Tran

Anthony Tran — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:27:40 +0000

I want to be able to have a stable atmosphere just peace and quiet nothing distracting me. I also want to have this because it will make me feel more calm.

By: richpee

richpee — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:23:01 +0000

The party was late and although the guests were quiet, they expected the neighbor Mr. Assburg, to call th epollie by 10pm. He had never been accused of having a stable psyche. Yesterday he’d written an angry letter to the neighborhood newsletter and beaten up a small child. Tomorrow he planned to put a lantern on his head and drink a pint of Sterno.

By: slivershivers

slivershivers — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:22:01 +0000

she walked into the stable to see him smiling in his sleep, settled in a cushy patch of hay. turning back, she wiped a single tear from off her face, not knowing whether to be happy for him or to dwell in her sadness. she knew in her heart that smile was not because of her.

By: laura

laura — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:18:20 +0000

Now that it’s nearly Christmas time, all the images are of donkeys and dark kings and bright lights in the sky, and a teenager holding a child with her much-older husband, and coldness and fear and love and despair at being alone. It’s that time of year again and it is as stressful as always.

By: Laura

Laura — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 18:09:01 +0000

Stable. That’s the word they keep using. Sometimes I see them but only as blurred shapes. They say that’s good, a positive sign, that I will recover. I wonder how I feel about that and mostly feel nothing. A stable condition. Physically that is. They couldn’t say that about my mental health. They’ve assigned a cheerful woman to delve into my mind and figure out what made me do what I did.