Entries By Kirsten
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flailing
Flailing is a word of such importance and it is the word I can not get past for it is all my mind can think to do as I grasp at whisps of words that make no sense in the context of this sentence, my writing is a run on of life in small fragments living past my experience
Posted By Kirsten On 02.18.2013 @ 10:48 pm
due
The due date was January the 16th. John had exactly four days before his bills were due. He sighed, closed his book and turned off the lamp beside his bed.
Posted By kirsten On 12.16.2012 @ 6:09 pm
past
In the past I lived with a guy who beat up my mum was a twat and someone who I doesn’t deserve the title ‘dad’. I’ve discovered the people who mean a lot to me and ones who are bitches. Life is good and the
Posted By Kirsten On 11.28.2012 @ 3:40 pm
mention
Its that terrible thing some people forget it do. “Oh hey, I forgot to mention.” Personally, it irritates me. Sometimes it’s such a vital, important little piece of information but they ‘forgot to mention’. It could result in humiliation, a sense of guilt, anything. It’s irritating. I like when people do mention good things to me, however, things that will benefit me. It definitely helps. I find it interesting the different lengths this word can go to. It has two different extremes. It’s weird, but many words are. The word? Mention.
Posted By Kirsten On 11.18.2012 @ 2:01 pm
ancient
The sands of time engulf me I look back at old pictures old words I think of all off the great memories we’ve had and all the tragedies you’ve brought me.. I miss you mother.
Posted By Kirsten On 02.09.2013 @ 3:23 pm
scene
The first scene. The last scene. What matters is what happens in between. Will you look back during your last scene and remember who you were in the first? Probably not. But I hope you remember what transpired and brought your there before the curtain comes down.
Posted By Kirsten On 10.05.2012 @ 3:23 pm
blindness
blindness is common people are to blind to see what they really have and be appreciative.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.15.2012 @ 3:25 pm
flex
Be flexible try new things, go new places. Explore the world with all of your curiosity. Find joys in the world.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.07.2012 @ 8:11 pm
You have to flex to become open you have to explore the world with your curiosity, you must try new things to discover joys. You have to be flexible.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.07.2012 @ 8:05 pm
miracle
Miracles are something that God has used over the past few months a lot, I feel. Well. I see them as miracles. In Trinidad, we prayed for Miranda’s cold to go, and it did. We prayed at eye clinics, and were able to find the right glasses for people whose eyes seemed beyond repair. God has just… he’s made himself and his personality so clear via small miracles.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.03.2012 @ 4:05 pm
zone
Get in it… But be wary of mine. Almost to the finish, run, run, run! Complete lack of thought, looking blindly ahead.
Posted By Kirsten On 08.16.2012 @ 7:58 pm
instructions
The instructions were set out in front of him. Plain and simple. Find target. Kill. You don’t know power until you have someone by the throat. Until you feel their life pulse through their veins. Surging, and slowly stopping. He crumpled the thin loose leaf, looked around, and darted into darkness.
Posted By Kirsten On 07.21.2012 @ 9:05 pm
overalls
When painting I wear overalls. They stop me from getting my clothes filthy and covered in paint, which really doesn’t come out in the wash! Sometimes, I like to hide in my overalls as it smells homely and full of layers of life I have created. To me my overalls are my art.
Posted By Kirsten On 07.07.2012 @ 2:58 pm
detention
She wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming day at school. But detention always had its perks. No listening to teachers droll on about dates in time and equations she would never need to know. Detention meant silence. That was something she always liked about school.
Posted By Kirsten On 07.06.2012 @ 7:01 pm
nest
When I was 6 years old, I used to play in our backyard and I remember one day I found a bird’s nest. My mother pointed out to me how intricate and special a bird’s nest is and how no 2 bird’s nests are the same. In a way, we are all our own birds’ nest.
Posted By Kirsten On 06.09.2012 @ 11:39 pm
emptying
Emptying out one’s mind. One’s life. One’s being. Getting rid of the old, the wasted, the tired, the too-small, the awkward-fitting. That is what today means. Tomorrow we refill. Today is about emptying and simplifying. -KS
Posted By Kirsten On 06.04.2012 @ 4:54 pm
sliver
There is a sliver in my finger, and it hurts like crazy. Why must it cling under my skin so? Why does the sliver slide further into my finger when I try to pull it out? Tweezers are pointless in this matter. I pull, they push.
Posted By Kirsten On 04.29.2012 @ 9:48 am
earring
I chomped slowly on the food, trying to depict it’s flavor. It wasn’t sweet, but it wasnt very salty either. “What the hell did you feed me, Joe?” “Oh, I don’t know. I found it on the floor.” My friend laughed at my as I spit out the food “Damn it! I knew not to trust you!” I wiped my mouth and kept spitting the food on the ground.
Posted By Kirsten On 04.17.2012 @ 7:50 pm
duration
the time left. a time that has begun and will end the time you have until the end. it doest exist because nothing ends really ends it just changes
Posted By kirsten On 03.14.2012 @ 5:34 pm
conceal
i’m trying to conceal everything that i don’t want people to see but sometimes it doesn’t work and people see everything anyway. i don’t even really have anything to hide, but it’s just that it’s hard to put it all out there because that’s the only way you get hurt. but i guess it’s also the only way you feel anything so that’s a good thing and the only way anything is worth it.
Posted By Kirsten On 01.12.2012 @ 11:28 am
panorama
Panorama, Sunshine, Louise, Fernie, Kimberly, Kicking Horse, and on it goes. My left calf burns and my heart beats quickly, with the thrill of improvement and pushing the limits.
Posted By Kirsten On 12.18.2011 @ 6:55 am
stunning
Stunning. To be… stunned. Stunned by the violent scenes of machetes and by the tenacity. Stunned by the need that the world has for people like him, and by the fear that she might just be one of those. That her redness may, one day, not be that of well kept ginger hair, but that of well destroyed people.
Posted By Kirsten On 11.23.2011 @ 5:25 pm
Stunning. And yet… the look of brokenness… but the ability… but the brokenness… but the love, but the potential, but that achievement, but the character. But the brokenness. What a wonderfully stunning person.
Posted By Kirsten On 11.23.2011 @ 5:17 pm
hearts
Around the table with friends–one across, one to the left, one to the right. The main goal: to give each other undesired points, to keep away from them oneself. Enjoying company.
Posted By Kirsten On 11.16.2011 @ 6:54 pm
compassion
When she stood up with her books clenched in her hands and her milk spilled all over the cold linoleum hallway floor, all she could see was compassion in his eyes. The custodian took out his mop and came toward her with the assurance that everyone makes mistakes.
Posted By Kirsten On 10.14.2011 @ 12:00 am
suppose
i suppose you think this is an easy thing to write about. its not. far from it. i suppose you think i was writing a poem. far from it. i suppose you want me to tell you the truth about who i am. i’m far from it.
Posted By Kirsten On 10.03.2011 @ 6:23 pm
pressed
I pressed the flower between the pages of the dictionary, then put the dictionary back onto the shelves. I would leave it there and hope to stumble upon it during a winter day, the unexpected flowers falling from between teh pages a breathe of warmth.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.25.2011 @ 5:12 pm
couch
The couch where I sat with a good friend For 15 hours straight Still sits in my basement, the cushions stuffed with conversations Of here and there Of then and now Now came around, and there came around She is miles away, doing her God’s will
I miss her
Posted By Kirsten On 09.22.2011 @ 5:58 am
clipped
Clipped Clipped Our hearts clipped to clotheslines, We were wondering Just what to do Just what was okay If we were okay If we’d be okay We’ll be okay.
Posted By Kirsten On 09.10.2011 @ 7:35 am
