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burning feet on hot coals. burning, that burning feeling that comes from thinking of those that you have lost. burning with a firery glow that floats in the sky, the sun an orb of beauty that alows our existence. Burning candles in a window seal that await those who have yet to come home.

Posted By K On 05.05.2013 @ 3:27 pm

The streets are dirty everywhere; there isn’t really any “clean” back country anymore. It’s all an extension of what we want, and that is not to be alone. We are dirty, and the dirt collects around us.

Posted By K On 04.19.2013 @ 1:47 pm

everyone has that one story, that one true story that people think could only come out of fiction.

Posted By k On 04.09.2013 @ 8:05 pm

I fabricated this story for you. Oh, what a lovely story it shall be. If only I had more time to properly fabricate it for you..Alas, I have very little time left…So here I shall begin. There once was, aw jeez, ran outta time.

Posted By K On 04.01.2013 @ 6:56 pm

shields glinting in the sun, the soldiers jogged toward the looming wall, their eyes glazed with their lethal intent. the wall yet lounged many minutes away, many dangerous minutes, but as long as their length to the soldiers was their shortness to the city.

Posted By k On 03.28.2013 @ 6:28 pm

I always felt in my heart I was destined for much more that one I saw around me. I work hard. I have accomplished a lot. However, what I am destined to do is what is deep in my heart. It tugs at me when I have stopped thinking about it. It’s my gift. It’s what I am working on. It’s my God given talent. It is what I was destined to do!

Posted By K On 03.26.2013 @ 8:14 pm

hardly did i ever think he had done it. without dropping the cup, i glanced at the commotion outside, the mess. all those years ago, i thought he had died, but he had escaped. he had fooled me! i dropped the cup.

Posted By k On 03.26.2013 @ 7:20 pm

I am listening to peppa pig on the background. In my head I am listening to the voice of reason. Why people have kids and do not accurately take care of them is beyond my understanding. I am dancing to the theme of Peppa now. I love being home with Jossy and listening to her shows.

Posted By K On 03.25.2013 @ 6:29 am

We build these places for home, for comfort, for community. These are the densest places on Earth, yet for many of us there is great space. We find ourselves in ways unexpected and we share our lives with the multitudes.

Posted By K On 03.17.2013 @ 8:54 pm

In the darkest cities, people go to bed early, and propped up in bed under a feather quilt, they read a famous story that begins with the words, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” and they take comfort in the darkest

Posted By K On 03.17.2013 @ 8:51 pm

stories

Posted By K On 03.11.2013 @ 4:46 pm

My friend is planning to visit in a month… and I’m so excited, but I can’t help wondering in the back of my mind if I’m prepared to help her cope with the end of her three year relationship and the recurrence of her mother’s cancer. I like to think I’m a good friend, but I’m not sure if I’m up to that much of a challenge. But here’s hoping the visit is every bit the amazing escape she needs it to be.

Posted By K On 01.21.2013 @ 5:06 pm

He destroyed my whole world in less than a half hour. How was I supposed to know that asking for just one more round of a game would devastate me for a minimum of a year? I’ll never be the same… and yet, I’d do it all again in a heart beat.

Posted By K On 01.20.2013 @ 9:18 am

Choose. To Choose means you made a choice. Choices are tricky things. You could go one way or the other. A plateau really choose a side and jump off. The funny thing about choices is the more think about them the more imminent and ominous they loom, whether its what to eat for dinner or what kind of movie you want to watch or what you are going to do with the rest of your life…

Posted By k On 01.18.2013 @ 11:08 am

walk with me. I never knew what that meant but she spoke it as if it were some code, some language. I get that it’s a reference. Walk with me. Fire walk with me. But I dont give two shits about laura palmer. I can more about the walking. More about walking with you. And I’m and not fire, I’m water.

Posted By k On 12.25.2012 @ 3:47 pm

I’d like to sate all my intern wishes, the ones that can’t be sate with a portion of water or with the most exquisite alcohol that nobody has ever drunk. Sate your life, and your emotions.

Posted By K On 12.19.2012 @ 12:05 pm

There are five reasons i write; only five. The fingers that type on this computer are typed by my five fingers. Why only five? Because that’s all I have left. This world has taken five, and has left me with five. What more can i do?

Posted By k On 12.17.2012 @ 6:56 pm

its long and disgusting, i hate it so much really. I think it doesn’t make our life easily, so for what it is

Posted By K On 12.17.2012 @ 10:30 am

Ha! “Is she available?” How could I not know the answer to that. The more time it took for me to think, the more I felt my world crash in around me. What? I didn’t know what to say. Sure, I guess, I could be available… but then there was him…

Posted By K On 12.11.2012 @ 11:37 am

They found themselves at the top of the hill looking over the vast valley below. They’d spent days climbing and now they were here. But what would they do now that they had arrived? Was this really it? The glory, the victory, the fame? Surely there had to be more…another mountain?

Posted By K On 11.30.2012 @ 5:37 am

thoughts trail behind me like strands of hair, and they blow in the wind until they touch your face. please don’t run away from them. please caress them, love them, so that they grow into a beautiful garden instead of dying like the stars in the sky. I’m tangled in my thoughts, and they all lead back to you. my thoughts are a tangled web of beliefs, and I’m trying to sort out what’s true and what I just want to be true. I’m drowning in a sea of thoughts and all I can see is your face

Posted By K On 11.17.2012 @ 1:13 pm

there were all different institutions but what did they mean? to you

Posted By k On 11.17.2012 @ 8:39 am

Happiness and sadness should be in measured amounts. Too much of anything is a bad thing. But what is measured what is not how do we know? Perhaps measured means keeping the balance. If there is a lot of one thing one needs to offset it with another thing.

Posted By k On 11.15.2012 @ 2:49 am

It was all I really had. I mean, what else was there? No one actually got it. So I had to put it on paper. Swift brush strokes and swivels on the canvas, ink blotting, crusted oils flaking off, ah it was wonderful.

Posted By K On 11.11.2012 @ 7:21 pm

The time spent alone versus the time spent together. What is this? A dream? A memory? I still feel your touch and hear your breath; the sweetest things taste sour, and now I know I have spent it all.

Posted By K On 11.10.2012 @ 7:31 pm

Really? Why? Who cares about them. All they think about are themselves. They are no fun to be around. Talk talk talk talk talk. Like a parliament of rooks. All caw and no substance. If they thought, for a moment of others, maybe, just maybe, they would shut up and listen. Every now and then. Or once.

Posted By K On 11.08.2012 @ 7:27 pm

They are orange and purple and blue They like cats and walruses and orchids Follow them because They themselves do not know where to go

Posted By K On 11.08.2012 @ 4:15 pm

without the other, not but alone, are still

Posted By k On 11.08.2012 @ 2:38 pm

there sat a forth of alcohol left on the table when he let for work that morning. The body that lay on the couch before was now gone, blankets folded. on top of the pile sat a note.

Posted By k On 10.22.2012 @ 9:59 pm

teeth have to be taken cared of. Teeth hygiene is very important. Your teeth last with you for ever if you’ve taken good care of it. Whiter teeth makes nicer smile. Teeth can discolor with some foods.

Posted By k On 10.21.2012 @ 11:31 pm