Entries By Kelly
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tower
a tower of my burden continues to build taller and there is no way of stopping it or bringing it down. why me?
Posted By kelly On 01.05.2010 @ 11:21 am
shift
she got off work at exactly 7:30.. and awaited his arrival..
Posted By Kelly On 01.02.2010 @ 10:44 pm
discreet
birdhouse
i like birdhouses. i made one once. actually, i think i made a bunch. some for real birds. one ended up fille dwith bees. one i painted blue and glues buttons on. i think spiders lived in that. birdhouse would be a good band name. or a song.
Posted By kelly On 12.29.2009 @ 8:27 pm
fold
folding is fun. there’s a proper way to fold towels. i don’t know how to do it. oh well. i also enjoy separating socks. ughhhh i looooove doing laundry. my face is dry. my towels are clean… but i just used them after i showered. are they still clean? i’ll wash them again in a few days. well.
Posted By kelly On 11.30.2009 @ 8:12 pm
well i really like folding clothes. i think it’s interesting to see how different people fold their towels. chris said that i fold my towels the way his mother folds his towels. it took me a few years to figure out how to fold them that way. my mother folds my shirts weirdly. they’re like, pointed at the top by the collar. honestly, it pisses me off when they are folded that way. that’s such an irrational thing to get pissed off about. i like folding clothes
Posted By kelly On 11.30.2009 @ 3:14 pm
cello
I was playing a cello when I was in seventh grade the boy i liked was sitting behind me he weas weraing a blue shirt his name was jim i love the cello now it reminds me of jim and someday i will marry both of them because i love jim and i love the cello we are a perfect match jim cello me and thats all i have to say about that
Posted By Kelly On 11.28.2009 @ 7:43 pm
There is a kid in my hall that plays the cello. He’s pretty bad at it. Most of the time, I want to snap the strings off of it, just so he’ll stop playing. I mean, I have nothing against cellos. I think they’re pretty and can sound beautiful if they’re played right. Yeah, but this clown can’t play to save his life.
Posted By Kelly On 11.28.2009 @ 11:43 am
virtual
Virtual reality. Virtual life. Maybe it’s what we’re heading toward in two hundred years. people in he 1800′s sure as hell didn’t expect the internet.
Posted By Kelly On 11.13.2009 @ 4:52 pm
virtual reality, the virtual world the one made with a digital frame, the matrix made out of ideas and thoughts…no feelings…and then you wonder what is real..when the oxygen from the trees is the only thing you can really count on…and the love and the hope…
Posted By kelly On 11.12.2009 @ 8:12 pm
gallop
the horses galloped across the fields and their movement caused the reeds to sway over and over. The suns rays reflected on the horses’s backs.
Posted By kelly On 11.10.2009 @ 10:04 pm
headband
When I was in high school I was known for my colorful headbands. They dressed up anything – concert black, overalls, old t-shirt.
I felt more artsy and glamorous when I wore them, and hoped that maybe if people were focusing on my head they wouldn’t focus on my body as much.
Posted By Kelly On 11.09.2009 @ 10:17 am
shield
Shield. Armor. Not just the skin on my body, but the frame of mind I carry with me throughout the day. I need to shield myself from the world and all those who can, and probably will, harm me. Never put it down.
Posted By Kelly On 11.04.2009 @ 11:16 pm
certain
I’m certain that nothing has ever been more insane. This love that I feel for you, this love that you claim to feel for me.
Posted By Kelly On 11.03.2009 @ 1:23 am
banjo
old blue grass music. being from the south and secretly liking the sound.
Posted By Kelly On 11.25.2009 @ 10:54 pm
The soft italian man didn’t know he could play so well. His rouf hands works beautifully over the banjoys tight chords.
Posted By Kelly On 11.25.2009 @ 10:12 pm
a banjo is an unstrumentr and i think thtat banjos are really loud and they are in a band and i know someone who plays the banjo and he is really good and he plays it every dayand every night so when he plays the banjo at school he sounds amazing and everyone is so jealous of how well he can play the banjo so i think tomorrow im going to sign up for some banjo lessons so that i can be as good
Posted By kelly On 11.25.2009 @ 6:44 pm
spotlight
Shinning above it shows everything. It’s so easy to hide even though everything is exposed for everyone to see. You’re in the spotlight. You’re there naked and exposed even though you have more clothes then normale.
Posted By Kelly On 11.24.2009 @ 10:11 am
I am in the spotlight I shine like a dove flying over thine eye look to the sky see me fly so breezy easy does it says the caretaker of my dreams see the sheen the scream on a plane of lonely only heartache…whatnot what else takes place in this place for god’s sake…take me away.
Posted By Kelly On 11.24.2009 @ 9:04 am
stripes
The zebra has stripes. Some say a zebra is white with black stripes, others say a zebra is black with white stripes. The word may never know.
Posted By Kelly On 11.22.2009 @ 7:35 pm
overflowing
like a cup spilling over like too many emotions at once spilling over overboard too much too many it’s full it’s flooded it’s jam packed keeps on coming will it stop? never
Posted By Kelly On 11.21.2009 @ 6:03 pm
handle
I can’t get a handle on everything that’s on my plate. Trying to balance what I want to do with what I’m obligated to do is wearing me down. Plus, there are things I NEED to do that keep falling by the wayside. Time for a revamp. Getting a handle on my priorities will probably be good for me…
Posted By kelly On 11.20.2009 @ 7:57 am
eternal
weird
It’s weird. He never says much to me anymore, even if we’d known each other for basically ever. It happened so suddenly — one day, we were talking and laughing as usual, and the next, he was avoiding me like I was some kind of rabid animal. It didn’t make sense. It doesn’t. Sometimes I wish I could read minds, because then I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of thinking it might be me that’s the problem, me not them, me me me–
Posted By Kelly On 11.17.2009 @ 9:52 pm
lane
walked down the lane to see his horse standing at the fence waiting for him. the lane was paved with old pavers, red and brown. there were flowers dotted along the path beside the letterboxes spaced around the lane.
Posted By kelly On 11.16.2009 @ 1:32 pm
dial
i think about that time I called you.. i was so nervous. it was nice to hear your voice though.
Posted By kelly On 12.10.2009 @ 3:51 pm
stem
reminds me of a plant or maybe.. plant cell research….nope.. just a plant.. now i really can’t think of anything else?… stem… not that interesting.
Posted By kelly On 12.08.2009 @ 4:41 pm
worship
you can worship whatever it is you belive in. some times worship can mean brutal wars over lands and how one should act. Worship can lead to findig oneless or in discovering what it is that life is all about and then once again it can mean that you’ve lost all hope in everything other aspect of your life.
Posted By Kelly On 12.06.2009 @ 11:00 pm
