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like the scapulate curve from the nipple of a pen, worming rivers over fountain- heads, opening the seams of feather envy.

Posted By Kenzie On 02.24.2013 @ 11:52 am

i grasped the telephone wire as it exploded into a million pieces. the person next too me got so scared that he pooped his pants and died on impact. there is a stain on the floor now. dang bastard. i ran out of the rolklnd

Posted By kenzie On 02.19.2013 @ 12:40 pm

I had the best experience today i stood on top of a mountain and looked upon the city. the lights shone in the night sky the buildings like towers gave cover to the ant like people scurrying this way and that. all i could think about was you.

Posted By kenzie On 01.05.2013 @ 8:30 pm

He had always been fond of the arts. Music was his outlet for all his emotions, the place he turned to when everything got be too much. When his friends couldn’t be around, when his father was – as he always was – away on business, he could always turn to music. His cello was his everything.

Posted By Kenzie On 11.13.2012 @ 8:39 pm

If its pizza crust then i always eat that but if its bread crust…well i’ll eat bread crust but not whole grain because that stuff is actually healthy and who likes that? Ew.

Posted By Kenzie On 06.29.2012 @ 12:04 am

there is a straw hat sitting on the front lawn. it resides next to a cup with a white straw that is placed next to a white napkin on a freckled thigh. Hands clasped in hands. straw biting between the lips of lovers.

Posted By kenzie On 06.13.2012 @ 10:47 pm

The art that has made in every day life beautiful, to be shared with the world for generations the maker gives the beauty to all who pass by.

Posted By Kenzie On 05.29.2012 @ 8:29 pm

I think of tall city buildings, Chicago or Minneapolis. I think of concrete and someone who is smart to go through archetecture school. I thinkk of the cold buildings. I think of old buildings too..

Posted By Kenzie On 05.29.2012 @ 4:45 pm

I pressed it closely against my chest as tears streamed down my face, soaking my pores. I stood before her grave, with my head bent down against the pouring rain. My fingers clenched her locket tightly; I knew I would never let go. My mother was dead, leaving only her locket and memories with me

Posted By Kenzie On 04.30.2012 @ 7:46 pm

Quickly, I dodge into the shadows, feeling my heartbeat soar. I hear voices. “Have the FBI given up yet?” a British voice asks. “Yes, they have stopped looking for all the children,” a deep voice says. “Do you think any of the girls suspects that we really kidnapped them?” “If they don’t suspect yet, I hope they do.” “Why sir?!” The man with the deep voice sounds incredulous and shuffles on his feet. “Wouldn’t that be harder to control them?” I glance around the marble wall and nearly gasp at the sight of two men, standing before the room I had just been in. “Because,” the British man continues, “if they suspect, then they will make excellent spies. Now, I’m going to sleep.” The door handle jiggled and shut behind the British man, leaving me to listen to the sounds of the other man’s footsteps. I run all the way to my room, and when I enter, Natalie’s up. She crosses her arms. “Where have you been?” “Looking for a snack.” “Is that a lie?” “No, it’s my alibi.”

Posted By Kenzie On 04.30.2012 @ 10:15 am

I looooove patterns! But i wish I could see more of them. I like when I see things that other people don’t see. Like when the colors of the m&ms in my hand are equal and I can eat them systematically so none of the colors outweigh the others. or when buildings form the at&t bars!!!

Posted By Kenzie On 03.15.2012 @ 9:21 pm

Swings were fun as a child. Flying higher then you thought possible. They were magical, like everything else as a child. On the playground were there we’re kids laughing below you, and it was like magic.

Posted By Kenzie On 03.06.2012 @ 8:11 pm

Her necklace was simple, carved from rich oak wood. In the shape of a heart. Like her heart. Carved and shredded from years of damage.

Posted By kenzie On 12.26.2011 @ 9:24 pm

the pumpkin sitting on the table. The carcus of a roasted pig. The wooden trinket around her neck. His hollow heart.

Posted By Kenzie On 12.26.2011 @ 9:20 pm

i hate rules. unless they save peoples lives. rules are stupid because they put restrictions on life. People should never have restrictions on their life. unless of course it could harm someone else which is usually not the xase… rules are stupid.. i

Posted By Kenzie On 11.20.2011 @ 1:22 pm

one day a person left a burrito all alone to fend for himself. the burrito ended up getting eatten by a pink hobo, in the middle of the ocean. this was a very sad day for the burrito. oh well. the end.

Posted By kenzie On 11.16.2011 @ 9:48 am

if i have an idea and someone takes it that just means that they love me and they want to be like me and that they like my idea and that makes me feel really good because they wanna do something the way that i am doing it because they think that my way is right. it’s a form of flattery,or that’s how i see it anyways.

Posted By kenzie On 11.09.2011 @ 9:57 am

the rain, it falls eating away at my worries ridding me of them

the rain, it heals taking away all thoughts letting me fade into a new world…

Posted By Kenzie On 11.04.2011 @ 3:28 pm

Terrential downpour, the weatherman predicted, and man was he right. The rain came down in cascades drenching everything in sight. I watched as muddy rivers, that were once streets swirled down my street.

Posted By Kenzie On 11.04.2011 @ 3:12 pm

I always confuse this word with mortality, but I think I have pretty good morality. I know the correct way to treat people and how to be nice and stuff. But I don’t always use it. uh oh

Posted By Kenzie On 10.04.2011 @ 1:05 pm

I suppose that tody was a good day. I had lot of fun clsses except for cting Workshop which I have tomorrow. I also have algebra homework I have to do. I hope people still dont have to present but i think were done so yea good

Posted By Kenzie On 10.03.2011 @ 1:33 pm

evidence in a crime. it’s something that supports a theory. there needs to be quite a lot of evidence for arrest an things like that.

Posted By kenzie On 09.27.2011 @ 7:48 am

Today in art class we got to paint on a clean, fresh canvas. The teacher told us we can choose any subject or item we want. I decided to choose my dog, Sparky. I painted his every detail and made sure it looked very life like. So it did, and when I was finished, I got an A+ and a sucker.

Posted By Kenzie On 08.07.2011 @ 7:28 pm

well my phone just broke.. so all i can think about is that. water spilled all over in my volleyball bag and my battery got sooaked. this sucks. oh, yeah.. skeleton.. hmm.. id rather talk about my dead droid. bye bye phone:(

Posted By kenzie On 07.23.2011 @ 6:48 pm

She is free and beautiful. Unique and misunderstood. Her annoyingness is hardly bearable but she yearns for strength in popularity. Running freely she finds herself alone, but comfortable. She continues on until a lifetime of thoughtless pain brings her farther away than shed ever known. Crying and cutting, she runs into walla to find something worth her time, someone who will take her. She feels alone. The one person she ever didn’t know or go to was always there. Shed turned her back. She had yelled in his face “You left ME. You made ME this way, this is Your plan you said!” Only to be fInally comfortable when newness brought her to realization. She had chosen her path..

Posted By Kenzie On 06.07.2011 @ 9:52 am

I wish I could just pack a backpack and leave everything in this godforsaken town behind. All of the drama, all of the people, all of the wasted feelings. Everything in it’s entirety. I’m so tired of the norm. I need something that this place can’t offer. and It never will be able to provide me with, and that’s a place I can call my home.

Posted By kenzie On 06.02.2011 @ 12:41 am

Kevin Jonas had a mean pair. Like a moustache for a cheek. You would think they would be scruffy and itchy, maybe that’s why you don’t see many. As for Kevin Jonas, I think they added to his fame. Nick the talented brother, Joe the good looking one, and kevin, the one with the hairy face.

Posted By Kenzie On 05.29.2011 @ 7:08 pm

There yummy, especially when you dip then in cheese. And they have salt on them. And there twisted. Except sometime there not twisted there straight. And sometimes theres hot, and sometimes they come in a bag.

Posted By Kenzie On 05.22.2011 @ 2:56 pm

A joyfull and painful love Nothing to be replaced A mother alone at a bus stop No way to care for her child

Don’t leave me A child wants life

Don’t leave me A child wants future

Don’t leave me I child needs a future.

Posted By Kenzie On 05.08.2011 @ 6:12 pm

She smiled and looked behind her. Unknowingly walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to her. She dropped her bouquet and started to walk more quickly, the chorus continued to hum a love song, a song that would now just be another moment of her past.

Posted By kenzie On 04.29.2011 @ 3:27 pm