Comments on: straw

By: why does it matter? i am just a number

why does it matter? i am just a number — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 19:07:38 +0000

its easier to make strawmen but its harder to deal with when the composition of such is made whilst referencing a mirror
responsibillity is hard and terrifying
like our world
so realistic
valued
“true”
I don’t really consider myself an idealist
just a mongrel without a blanket
but that’s OK you know
after another time you realise and you just start coming to terms with it
and then the path before you doesn’t look so scary
or sad
its the standing still that really gets to oneself
it makes you question the point of it all
if only i didn’t have to think these things
if only i could walk
repetition the stallion i rode in on
and then stupidity was the thing that grounded me
if i was smart i’d grow wings and dream constantly
and chase after bliss honestly
which is surely more honourable and noble then going through the motions
whatever motions one makes when completely still

By: Jewel Lightraye

Jewel Lightraye — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:33:33 +0000

I looked up from the daily news at the sudden sound of jingling, a cheery metallic twinkle that cut through the din like a shooting star. I was surprised to find it radiating from the keychain-weighted hips of a young woman, bouncing on her heels as she swirled past my table.
For a moment I simply stared, caught off guard by this sudden burst of color. Striped tights, slim figure, wearing more pink than a rose garden in June… geez, she looked like something you’d drink a strawberry milkshake through. Even that swirl of vanilla-colored hair looked unusually perfect, and that’s from a guy who prefers brunettes. She was cute. Like a cupcake, I decided, and stifled a laugh.
That got her attention. The keychains jingled sharply then, and two ice-blue eyes (look at the size of those lashes!) focused on my own. The gaze she shot at me was strikingly incongruous with her cheery getup, and accusatory enough to summon a twinge of guilt. I cleared my throat, suddenly all too aware of my dress shirt and slacks.
“S’cute,” was all I said, nodding politely at her soda-straw figure.
For a second she looked at me like I was on a sugar high, then simply twirled on her feet and continued on her way, bright as a cherry against the monotonous crowd.
A moment later I put down the newspaper and decided to buy myself a milkshake.

By: unkitjc

unkitjc — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:15:15 +0000

They lay in the straw field the light wind brushing her hair over her face. The sun was out bright, it was a clear day. They were innocent, they were unaware of a thing called love, something they should never know that often follows, a heartbreak. Having discovered a friend in her, he was not to know how when summer ends they would part and he’d miss her like he’d lost a part of himself. She too would stare into nothingness remembering how his being with her made everything right, she just wouldn’t be able to explain.

Unaware of the beautiful feeling of togetherness slowly seeping in, he chewed on straws and she lay with her head resting on him.

When she would return next summer, he will show her his new piano, and will innocently confess to her his love, either won’t know what it meant, but she knew right then she will never want to lose him.

He said, “I found a box full of sound, in the silence I heard it sing in my mind, your memory gave me a lot to hum about, I will play for you something from my heart.

By: Kate

Kate — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:09:12 +0000

I picked a pick soda straw the other day. I didn’t like pink, but the only other color was plain. Plain is just so…. plain. Just plain ordinary.

By: Aishah

Aishah — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:05:48 +0000

i love straws. straw hats, straws for drinking straws in farms and such. oh hi straw. okay straws for drinking, drink cool icy drinks. during hot summer days and nights. how refreshing! Yummmmm. It’s so much fun to wear a straw hat

By: hongnguyen

hongnguyen — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:05:24 +0000

it’s not worth a straw

By: Megan Kelly

Megan Kelly — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:03:48 +0000

I think about out West. Pretty much every day, it comes to mind. The vast expanse of openness. Maybe I’m mixing up straw with something else, I’m sure that I probably am, but this is how the mind works. I always wonder, if, because this county rolls along, if the people out West understand more about the vastness of the world. Because it appears so long and lean, the horizon so deep and stretched. Not like around here, where you twist and turn into green tunnels.

By: Emilia

Emilia — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 17:58:52 +0000

So at first I thought of normal straws you sip through. Then I thought of those cool, funky straws that have swirls and different colors and are more exciting and fun to use, but extremely aggravating at the same time because they don’t suck up material very well (didn’t know how else to put that) and then I thought of the green straws at Starbucks and how they always manage to be chipped.

By: Jose Miguel Rosillo

Jose Miguel Rosillo — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 17:51:04 +0000

I didn’t think straw would come up as the mystery word. I thought it would be something more predictable. Well, that’s kind of a stupid assumption, come to think of it. Maybe I don’t even need to think about it; maybe all I had to do was not be so worked up about coming up with the correct answer and just trust my gut instinct more often. All I gotta do is have some fun. I got a feeling I’m not the only one.

By: jinwoo

jinwoo — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 17:42:26 +0000

coke. I like drinking coke with a straw.

I think straw sucked beer would taste strange.

Mcdonalds straw looks pretty pretty. For their drinkings.