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It was actually much worse than she had expected. She told him the truth, every last part of it, and he just walked away. It hurt like nothing she had ever felt before, not in a physical way. Not like a cut or a bruise or a broken bone, but a deep aching that hadn’t even begun to go away.

Posted By Catie On 12.23.2012 @ 4:25 pm

He was so scattered. Everything was out of place. The room was scattered as well, as if it was reflecting his insides. His papers were splayed across the floor and a week’s worth of clothes was piled on his desks. This was what happened when he stopped caring.

Posted By Catie On 12.21.2012 @ 12:29 pm

This season was the weirdest he’s ever seen. The winter seemed to come and go. She insisted it was normal, that these things tend to happen once in a while, but he was less sure. Snow fell once a week, and it was warm the next day. It didn’t seem to make any sense, but then again, nothing did these days.

Posted By Catie On 12.20.2012 @ 12:50 pm

Five. For five years Xavier had waited for her to come back to him. It was foolish, of course, just idiotic. Why would she forgive him for leaving her alone when he had always promised to do otherwise? It wasn’t fair. And now, he would never get the chance to see her ever again.

Posted By Catie On 12.17.2012 @ 3:14 pm

I think a lot maybe to much people say it is an excuse not to participate. I agree but i like to observe rather than participate. I think about the future mostly, how it will be better

Posted By Catie On 11.18.2012 @ 8:56 am

meow meow. i live to think, i live to feel. the arts capture me and make me renew myself, my thoughts, my perspective, the air that surrounds my mind. the way i shape my thoughts. it’s been a long time since ive hung my head and written, but i will do it. i will do it. i will. i must let the thoughts escape.

Posted By catie On 11.13.2012 @ 10:12 pm

I need it from everyone i know, mostly my mom who worries and coddles and would be heartbroken if i did something that she didn’t approve of that could get me hurt or in trouble and I also need it from all y friends who think I’m weird and then there’s the rest of society who i know is judging me but I want to not care but i do and i hate that but it’s true and i need approval from people and confirmation from everyone.

Posted By Catie On 08.11.2012 @ 10:45 pm

death and people and hearts and love and attachment. they’ll get you nowhere. kill it all. kill it. everything. every last one. kill it. give it up to the inevitable. it’s all gone before you have it. go. now. don’t go anywhere. stay. please. god damn it. don’t go. go. go. i can’t stand losing you. go. now.

Posted By catie On 07.30.2012 @ 9:49 pm

Dilemma its a word that gets us all. The dilemma in a situation that seems to ruin everything and then when we get over that dilemma when we look at the final result after we thought we lost so much hard work. That’s when the magic happens. That’s when we can look back and be proud of what we have done.

Posted By Catie On 05.29.2012 @ 10:57 am

Its funny what transforms us. The things that impact us and change us as a person. You don’t get to choose it and that might be the most powerful thing of all. The moments choose you and without even thinking about it you are something else for better or for worse. Its funny what transforms us.

Posted By Catie On 05.27.2012 @ 3:13 pm

house,stove,black,texas,digging

Posted By catie On 01.07.2012 @ 5:29 pm

I once met a man who cared for a baby deer who he found abandoned in his yard. Baby, he named it, became his best friend. One day, after wandering the man’s property, Baby broke his leg. Shaken with fear, the man turned to his friend the veterinarian, and asked if she could help him. She said it was against the regulations of a veterinarian to help a wild animal.

Posted By Catie On 08.18.2011 @ 7:49 pm

I want to succeed. everyone wants to succeed. We want to be proud of ourselves. Money, Fame, we want to feel accomplished. Everyone wants to be happy. that;s success. Happiness.

Posted By Catie On 08.17.2011 @ 3:49 pm

Bitter dizziness, only good for the slipping of spirits and the tainting of memories, added to anything will create a concoction of regret.

Posted By Catie On 05.14.2011 @ 11:40 am

The bones underneath the ground, I feel them. These people were once living, breathing, dreaming. Just like you and me. Did they ever think about death? Think about what their bodies would be like, twenty, fifty, one hundred years afterwards? Decaying, nothing left but dust?

Posted By Catie On 05.11.2011 @ 4:59 pm

when I think about a bandana, I think about all the fun times that I have with my friends while wearing one. It seems that we’ve begun a sort of trend. You know, hair in braids, overalls, bandana wrapped around various body parts (arm, forehead, leg). Briarpatch days and games outdoors are always made more fun when our heads are wrapped with matching bandanas.

Posted By catie On 05.02.2011 @ 7:18 pm

and rye. byyyyyeee bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. them good old boys drinking whiskey and rye singin “this will be the day that i die, this will be the day that i die.” in master and commander, they gave a man whiskey so he wouldn’t feel the on-deck brain surgery they gave him. gross.

Posted By Catie On 04.17.2011 @ 8:57 pm

Severe, it almost sounds like sever. Like you are cut off from all reality and actuality. Like a severe threat, throwing you into a pool of fear. Or severe regret, causing you constant anguish and pain. These little things can destroy you, severing you from the rest of the world. You never actually leave, but you just retreat into your own world.The word sever just looks sharp, wouldn’t you agree? Like it is hiding pain.

Posted By Catie On 04.13.2011 @ 4:19 pm

i was sweeping the steps when i saw a great light fast approaching where i stood. i wanted to follow this light, but i knew i had to have swept the sidewalk or otherwise my parents would be angry w/ me. i will someday find the light again & hopefully i will be able to follow it this time around.

Posted By Catie On 03.06.2011 @ 8:42 pm

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Posted By catie On 03.01.2011 @ 11:03 pm

chairs and tables holding my food with flowers on it my printer , sitting at th table contemplating what to do next.

Posted By catie On 02.25.2011 @ 3:25 pm

mangos are delicious. i love how slimey they are, and they’re so sweet and yummy. i wish they were something that was in season yearround because i’d love to eat mangoes all day every day for the rest of my life. yumm. is there a place i can go that always has magoes

Posted By Catie On 02.22.2011 @ 10:22 pm

sharp harsh unwanted. cold steel. cutting no piercing skin. sewing clothes patching fast sewing machine cuttin bleeding. hair needle.

Posted By Catie On 02.11.2011 @ 3:10 pm

i will go against that because i believe in something different

Posted By catie On 02.10.2011 @ 8:55 pm

boys. boys are cowards. they make me sick. they never know what they want. and this makes them a coward because they lie and cheat to get what they want instead of just being a man. it kills me. I love him and he can’t even see it. I want to be with him but he’s a coward and he’s blind to it, all of it. and they are dumb.

Posted By Catie On 02.09.2011 @ 8:41 pm

a dark room can feel so comforting but so lonely at the same time. I sometimes like a dark room. Sometimes I don’t. Its like feeling alone in a crowded room.

Posted By catie On 02.01.2011 @ 6:11 pm

Affection is the showing of love to another person. How does one show affection? You can hug, kiss, pat, any touch. I show affection daily to my kids. I love them and my affection for them is how they know it. Affection works in an interesting way. Sometimes affection goes unnoticed for what it is. A hug that is meant to say “I love you, see me.” doesn’t say it loud enough and it actually sounds like, “Hey friend, what’s up?”. I’ve been there. Affection can be used to express what you feel and what you don’t. What’s strange is that when you don’t show affection, it sometimes says just as much as when you do. My dad does not show affection. He does not often hug.

Posted By Catie On 11.27.2010 @ 7:55 am

I feel like I’m waiting at the foot of a path. I just can’t take the first step. I’m nauseous. I can’t breathe. Just one step, that’s all that I need and I can’t take it. Why not?

Posted By Catie On 10.23.2008 @ 10:54 pm

i folllow the path up the long winding hill and it suddenly stops at the edge of the cliff no more direction. i have nowhere to go should i turn back and follow the path to where i had come from or should i jump off and fly and forge my own path in the nothingless that is the sky. directions no longer matter. but i am torn. past or future. the choice is mine but which shall i follow. i am torn with the past i love it but i take the first step and off i go. i make my own path.

Posted By catie On 10.22.2008 @ 8:02 pm

I was certain there was someone behind me. It was the way I felt, more than anything. I could feel his eyes watching my back, but I would not turn around. You know when a carnivore is watching a rival? They don’t fight unless they’re eyes are linked, and I knew that if I ever met his gaze, he would try and take me.

Posted By Catie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am