Entries By Kaila
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I want to speak, to scream, to shout. I’m constricted— as if in one of those dreams, where you’re hurt, your inhibitions are lowered, but an anchor is weighing down my voice. A continous struggle to let out breath but nothing reaches past my lips. Something bad is happening, yet an unidentifiable force keeps me from a saving grace.Posted By kaila On 01.26.2013 @ 8:27 pm
well my past? I gues that might be my problem is I automatically think it’s about me. but it might not be, maybe it’s someone else. but really my past is what I know best and what I can tell you is it was ugly. it’s filled with secrets and regrets and pain and a place filled with thugs I would like to change. I would change a lot of I had the chance but the again what would my life be like now if I changed something? so many questions so little time to answer them all.Posted By kaila On 11.28.2012 @ 7:23 pm
i think about icing a cake when i see that word. i like good icing, like buttercream icing on a cake, or cupcake. i think its very fattening but it tastes really good. i dont really have alot to say on the matter, im sorry, i think i failed. but i would love to get in an icing fight, where we throw cake and have icing on our facesPosted By kaila On 07.22.2012 @ 11:15 am
He looked at the wound on his arm, the blood oozing out of the two teeth-sized incisions. Of course, these were not teeth bites, but part of a medical procedure, but Rueben looked at them with pride. His first shots, and he could tell all his friends he was bitten by a vampire.Posted By Kaila On 04.11.2012 @ 4:43 pm
I missed her. She left, without warning, and I wasn’t entirely sure why. She said she needed to find her brother; I thought that was ridiculous, since she told me yesterday she didn’t care what he did. But I guess feelings change, And she left.
I wonder if she’ll be back. I doubt it; she wanders, gets lost… I’ll be lucky to see her before I die. Before she dies.
Maybe I should follow her.Posted By kaila On 08.20.2011 @ 8:57 am
I feel the pressure to write about a park where everyone and no one is worried about money. I feel the need to get inside their brain for 60 seconds and determine if they are lucky because the typical woes of my life are lifted because they don’t have the means to worry about college tuition or a broken o2 sensor. I also see that there is pain in this park because they want to give their children things unatainable and persons judge them because they have more to love but no money to suit them all.Posted By Kaila On 04.27.2011 @ 4:19 pm
happy classic snapshots of the past, a morass to uncover and discover the spirits left behind, the climate yellowed, sepia toned memories, there has to be a classic me in there somewhere, behind the times, defined by lines written by old philosophers on painkillers, perhaps they’d write a thriller about me, generation yet to be.Posted By kaila On 03.26.2011 @ 11:03 pm
i once had pet rabbits, named pepper and salt. they were adorable an dfuzy. I kept them in my little red barn and fed them every day. I also changed their water daily, and every sunday i would clean their cages. I remember being scared of going to the barn alone, because every sunday my family and I would watch buffy the vampire slayer which was full of scary vampires.Posted By Kaila On 12.02.2010 @ 8:57 pm
a cage is a place where they keep animals and before they kill them nand they only have a few inches or less to walk or even stand.. the cruel inhumane way of killing animals for food has exponencially risen to the point where animals aren’t thought of as animals but food.Posted By kaila On 08.27.2009 @ 10:16 pm
I grabbed my towel… or tried to anyways. Mid-reach for it, I slipped on the water droplets that covered the inside of my shower and on the floor. It was like slow motion. In the mirror, I saw myself reflected with an “O” of surprise shaping my lips and my eyes bulging like a bug’s. I landed on my outstretched arms and the rest of my bodyweight went there too. Needless to say, I hurt. A lot. Damn towel.Posted By Kaila On 11.08.2009 @ 10:17 am
into the sand on the beach like a hole dug up by a little boy and then the tide comes and fills it up just like his heart on a rainy day with home made cookies from his mommy on the front porch with tthe piggy watching in jealousy becase his family abandoned him for bacon moneyPosted By Kaila On 01.17.2010 @ 1:28 am
I don’t know what happened. It just broke. Like hearts break, it just broke. It held up the part of me that you liked best: my hair. And the sad part is, it broke as soon as the door to the breakfast diner closed. As soon as you left. As if to send a signal to my tiny little heart, saying “everything falls up. You’re next.”Posted By Kaila On 03.30.2010 @ 3:49 pm