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Fools dont know the truth. They dont know that they will be strung out and left for dead. They dont know until they are getting up from the ground, looking around confused, feeling naive and stupid. Fools dont know the dangers that accompany falling for someone.

Posted By Caitlin On 06.09.2013 @ 9:50 pm

I have a frog named Leon who is neon in color. He is lime green. He is perfect. He has neon orange feet, blue sides, and bright red eyes. Red eyed tree frogs are the coolest animals in existence. I need to visit the rain forest and see them in real life.

Posted By caitlin On 05.29.2013 @ 8:22 pm

like a window. Like my heart after a boy. Like my trust when dad screams. Like a mirror after my fist. Like my self esteem on a daily basis

Posted By Caitlin On 05.26.2013 @ 6:49 pm

She looked at the shattered pieces of glass all around her feet. Each piece was reflecting her face back at her. She loathed them all. They were taunting her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.26.2013 @ 2:47 pm

All she wants is to breathe. Fresh air, not the disinfected pumped oxygen that they called air here. Even in the “garden” the air was the same stale, near death air. She wanted to climb all the way into the stratosphere and breathe every bit of air on the way down. She could imagine it. No parachute, just complete free fall. Everything blowing about her. She would breathe better that she had in years, and be free. Falling and breathing until that final stopping point caused all air to cease within her body. A thing of beauty. Maybe that was why she was in a room with white walls, generic furniture, and a lumpy bed. Maybe that was why her parents had finally given up and sent her to this blaring white place.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.25.2013 @ 10:00 am

Clout. Never heard this word before. Sounds like cloud. And clot. That cloud sure looks like a blood clot. Blood clot. I’ve heard a lot of sad stories about blood clots. Hospitals. I’ve heard a lot of terrible stories about hospitals. Whining, complaining, perfection seeking people. At those hospitals complaining.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.23.2013 @ 5:39 pm

She clout the hard dirt with the heavy rake. She had been at it all day and barely had a half acre finished. She wanted to sob, knowing that at this rate she would never have a crop planted in time. But she pushed on, working even harder. Her hands blistered and dirty, her legs weary as she returned to the house well after dark.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.23.2013 @ 3:30 pm

everyone has their role to play. Everyone is casted. My role just doesn’t include you. My role is something much different. much smaller. Much more. me. I’m sorry that i cant be with you.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.21.2013 @ 8:57 pm

A casting call for petite blonds with 0% body fat. Long hair, preferably curly. Your face has to be perfect, too. I hope you’ve been practicing your eyeliner. It’s too bad that guys don’t realize that the girls they’re really looking for are the ones who don’t know how to accessorize or apply eyeshadow.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.21.2013 @ 7:14 pm

If I were to do a casting call on my life. I could place nearly all. That girl would be her, and he would be the guy from work. I might, with a little difficulty be able to cast myself. But how could I ever find some one to play you? Who could look, talk, and act like you? Who could have that laugh or that smile? Who could make my heart beat just the way you do?

Posted By Caitlin On 05.21.2013 @ 3:51 pm

They are casting their lines. I close my eyes and try not to think about the lives this planet will soon lose. I hear cheering and yelling and my hands go up to cover my ears. I cannot think about this. I should not be here. I pick up a handful of stones from below my feet and throw them where the men are standing on shore. They land in the water and hopefully scare away all the fish that would have been there otherwise.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.21.2013 @ 3:25 pm

Peas. Green and gooey crushed peas. All over him as he catapults them across the room at his father. His father, a beautiful mess. Disheveled hair, grey t shirt with bits of peas on them, and boxers. They both smile the same mischievous smile as I walk in on the scene. How could I be mad when all I can see is a perfect family.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.20.2013 @ 10:37 pm

Flowers falling slowly with the lazy wind. Blossoms float in the open window past the sheer white curtains. A lullaby is being hummed quietly. All a hazy memory as he looks around the scorched room. So much destruction and death. The war has taken so much from so many, but he feels as though he has lost the most. He can hear his mother calling down the hall to wake him for school, his father in the lounge watching tv, his little sister playing with her dolls. All of them gone now and forever. He sunk into the ashes and wept. Wishing that he could become ashes just as they had.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.19.2013 @ 9:32 pm

He signed it. She met him. He shook her hand. Wow… She clutches the book to her chest turning in circles. To meet the man who writes the men of her dreams. And he smiled at her when she blushed and stumbled over her own names. “With love, Lyndon James.”

Posted By Caitlin On 05.18.2013 @ 7:59 pm

Sometimes inspiration is hard to come by. Other times you feel it so strongly that it’s all you can do to keep it from pouring out of your every orifice. Right now isn’t one of those times. Signed, Writer’s Blocked

Posted By Caitlin On 05.18.2013 @ 6:53 pm

He signed my yearbook quickly. I was hoping for a “You’re really cute. Wish I could have gotten to know you better, he’s my number #######.” But all I got was a “Have a good summer.” Guess I should have saw it coming seeing I didn’t talk to anyone, all year.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.18.2013 @ 4:34 pm

signed, mccarthy. Signed, somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Here. A somebody. Yeah, I’ll be somebody maybe. Maybe this signature, this something, means something, makes me something, some body. Some body. A body. A shell. But so much. Signed, some body. Signed, a hand making a stroke from the mind.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.18.2013 @ 2:44 pm

The music is deafening, but amazing. It seems to speak to them. They dance and sing, loving just how the summer feels around them.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.17.2013 @ 2:05 am

Long choppy dark hair, flying about in that particular way. The perfect rocker. The man of her dreams. A guitar in hand and a song on his lips. Just a few feet away, she can almost feel him. She screams as his eyes actually lock on hers. A moment, she swears it is a moment. A feeling, more than it really could be.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.15.2013 @ 10:27 pm

I had a vanilla wafer in my study hall once. It was good. It wasn’t as good as a chocolate one but it was alright. I’m realizing at this point that that was an awful story and an awful lie. The last time I had a vanilla wafer I was about ten years old, it was before our only grocery store closed down. Sad. Sad memory that one is.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.22.2013 @ 7:43 pm

She placed the wafer in her mouth, sucking on the dry cracker. Body of the Christ. Jesus Christ… She steps into the booth, kneeling as she hears the small door slide open. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” Sinned, and sinned again. Her life was a sin. One man after the other. My the Virgin Mary forgive her for not following suit, following her lead. But she was not meant to be that way. “It has been 3 months since my last confession.” 3 months and 12 men. That was how she measured life now, by the men who she couldn’t even look at.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.22.2013 @ 1:38 pm

Shoulder. Arm. Elbow. Arm. Hand. Fingers. Nails. His body is perfect. All of him. Sitting on a park bench next to him, looking at the prickly goose bumped arm hair, his sweatshirt is on me. He’s cold. I feel guilty but I’m not willing to give it up just yet.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.15.2013 @ 2:44 pm

Up on the shoulder where we parked the car. Headlights rushing past in a series of bright bursts. We sat in silence for the majority of the time until you looked at me and put the car in drive. We didn’t talk for the rest of the drive home.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.15.2013 @ 10:57 am

A shoulder is what she needs, something to lean on and something to hold. Something to cry on and something to scream into. Something that she simply cant have but all the more to want it right?

Posted By Caitlin On 05.15.2013 @ 1:24 am

Taboo. A word I use to describe the baby growing in my aunt’s belly. Nobody will talk about it. Nobody will acnowledge that it exists. Taboo. A baby that is expected to be ashamed of itself before it’s even born. Taboo. A dirty word of sadness. Unfairness.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.14.2013 @ 2:30 pm

The tattoos that decorate her body used to be considered taboo. Now she’s 85 years old and respected by kids half her age. She sees her body as a canvas that is decorated with the memories of her life. She doesn’t see any mistakes.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.13.2013 @ 2:52 pm

Auburn. The color of the autumn leaves surrounding her. As we lay in the grass, a bottle of beer in her hand and a smile splayed across her face. Her dark hair down her back, dark green eyes. A sight of beauty. Of perfection.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.12.2013 @ 8:43 pm

The sun sank slowly below the horizon, leaving a soft auburn glow in the sky. The warm color reflected off of her hazel eyes, wet from staring into the bright star. She was my brightest star.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.12.2013 @ 5:53 pm

His hair was auburn like the leaves. Red and brown. Red and brown. Red and brown. All hour that’s all that was going through my head. Red and brown. Real? Dyed? I would never know. Red and brown. Red and brown. I decided I would ask him after class. So I would know. But no.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.12.2013 @ 1:22 pm

I am a celestial being from the planet mars. I don’t know why I am here on earth I just know that I am. I am scared and I am green and I am not going to hurt you but I am here. I want to know things please help me to learn. I am not dangerous or unfriendly I am just confused. My family is gone and all I have is you. I am a celestial being from the planet mars.

Posted By Caitlin On 05.12.2013 @ 10:21 am