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Posted By kim On 06.30.2009 @ 8:55 am

The track stretched straight before me, the next curve seeming an endless distance away. I stretched my legs, added a burst of speed, pushing myself to the limits. My lungs expanded, the air rushing in as I pushed through it, faster, faster. My fastest. And then the bump in the road, and I halted, face first in the dirt.

Posted By Kim On 06.23.2009 @ 12:17 pm

I opened my eyes, feeling the darkness trying to suffocate me as I struggled from beneath the blankets. The switch for the lamp escaped my fumbling fingers, and the water glass, nearly full, crashed to the hardwood floor as I finally managed to turn on the lamp.

Posted By Kim On 06.17.2009 @ 10:00 am

Look in my index; You’ll never find a chapter dedicated to him.

Posted By Kim On 09.04.2009 @ 1:55 pm

The sound of my stereo always blasts through our house, drowning out the sound of my brother’s awful, chavvy music.:)

Posted By Kim On 09.04.2009 @ 3:31 am

You turned up the stereo and took my hand, promising me that our happiness would never end. We danced under the moonlight and you kissed me like you never had before. Love, always.

Posted By Kim On 09.03.2009 @ 12:38 pm

You handed me a bag of licorice to my five year old self, and i pretended not to notice the blond bimbo, half your age, whose arm you took, just before you slammed the door in my face. Thanks, dad.

Posted By Kim On 09.02.2009 @ 1:30 pm

It always reeked. There were always ashes. She wouldn’t stop. Be it the chance of giving cancer to herself or her children, it was never enough to make her put down that nicotine-gifting, cough-inducing, mess-making, wretched-smelling death stick.

Posted By Kim On 09.02.2009 @ 6:04 am

Kill people. the cause of lung cancer. A waste of money. my dad smokes. my uncle died from them. i hate the nicotine. Cigarettes up red blood cells. Invades red blood cells with carbon monoxide. Poisonous. Deadly. Martin smokes. I hate people who kill themselves.

Posted By Kim On 09.02.2009 @ 5:51 am

I was the rock.

I sat there, willfully bearing the burden of others’ tears when they flung themselves upon me to let out their anguish.

I survived the landslides, the earthquakes, blizzards and the droughts.

It left me a cold, hard person with little but resentment in my heart.

Posted By Kim On 09.01.2009 @ 6:27 am

constant musical stimulation, oh what a lovely sound.

Posted By kim On 08.31.2009 @ 5:49 pm

I stepped out of the car and onto the tar. My shoes hurt my feet and I was angry to leave the pizza we’d ordered. I walked up a slight incline, wondering why my mom wanted to talk to the man she divorced nearly five years ago. When he took the phone, swore, kicked the cement and started crying, my brother’s name trembling from his lips, I understood.

Posted By Kim On 08.31.2009 @ 6:30 am

Destiny is a fading concept. Aren’t we in control? This is what we’d like to believe. We’re constantly grasping at the next straw within our reach. The broader picture slips out of context. How many small pieces of the pie do we need to cling to before we realize we’re holding mere puffs of air? The airline stewardess realized.

Posted By kim On 08.30.2009 @ 5:01 pm

there was a wild animal in a cage and it was very afraid. We had to sedate it to give it its medicine. it was very sad but necessary to treat the animal for the illness that it had caught in the jungle. the animal ended up surviving because of what we did. it made me feel really good to heal one of God’s creatures.

Posted By kim On 08.27.2009 @ 10:34 pm

assume is a good word.. and thought topic.. you can assume someone is a ass hole but they might not be. it goes with the quote “dont judge a book by it cover” a quote to live by.

Posted By kim On 08.26.2009 @ 11:09 am

“So, Michael, you seem like you would know a lot about dragons.”

Such an innocent statement, yet it caused me to bust a gut, spew water everywhere, and have the most embarrassing 10 minutes of my entire life.

It felt like a sneeze.

Posted By Kim On 08.26.2009 @ 9:26 am

off i go to the gym and get back my healthy, happy, relaxed, and focused self. unfortunately, the work of home and “work” get in the way of health plans!

Posted By kim On 08.22.2009 @ 9:40 pm

A treadmill is an awful thing. It spins and commands and thumps and moves and makes you wonder why you ever thought you’d be able to get back into shape. I can’t imagine a worse contraption than the one you find yourself on with no way out.

Posted By Kim On 08.22.2009 @ 12:47 pm

I saw his face, I saw his hands. I saw the fingers that had tickled and stroked my hair. I saw his eyelashes, and his nose and lips. I saw everything about him, exactly as I remembered it. But when I put the pieces together, the man laying in that coffin looked nothing like my brother.

Posted By Kim On 08.19.2009 @ 9:53 am

I stood in the shower, letting the conditioner soak into my hair while shaving my legs and armpits. I personally don’t think there’s anything wrong with having hair on your body, but everyone else does. In this way, my hygiene habits have been as controlled as the tips of my hair dying to split.

Posted By Kim On 08.13.2009 @ 8:30 am

Swimming through the stereo Are the words to light the day alive and they speak of hurting hearts and silent strawberry kisses

Posted By kim On 08.11.2009 @ 6:09 pm

The rain came down in waves, heavy and hard. Each time one hit it felt like a slap to the face, or arm, or leg. Somehow I knew it was supposed to feel like this. I knew that nature was only dealing back what she’d received, and that it was only fitting that I was the one who felt her wrath most acutely.

Posted By Kim On 08.11.2009 @ 8:07 am

to cleanse the mind and body is something one should do quite frequently. It is so easy to jumble up the mind with all that is going on in the world.

Posted By kim On 08.10.2009 @ 10:09 am

once in a while I go and view lots of new images, but only one sticks with me and is etched in my memory forever. Whoopi in a bathtub, a market at night in a french painting, Winged Destiny are a part of me forever.

Posted By Kim On 08.09.2009 @ 5:38 pm

In a crowd I can’t help but feel as though everyone knows too much about me as they brush my arms.

This is contact I don’t always engage in with my close friends, why is this stranger touching me? Why do they just walk by as though we didn’t touch? Am I out of touch?

Or are they?

Posted By Kim On 08.08.2009 @ 5:15 am

The engine sat in the driveway, still running, despite the cost of gas. It was nice, sitting here, talking with him. It always ended this way, us in the driveway, talking, even though it was late, and we both should have been sleeping. It was times like this that made me wonder if he really was the asshole everyone thought him to be. I didn’t see how that was possible.

Posted By Kim On 08.05.2009 @ 10:01 am

I felt my walls give way around me. My flood gates open up. My brain fall to mush. The very construct of my existence collapsed as I heard him say the words “body” and “morgue.”

Posted By Kim On 08.04.2009 @ 8:31 pm

I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to have been Pluto. To be told, after all those years of thinking you’re one thing, that you no longer fit into that category. I’d hate to have to recreate the image of myself someone else made for me. I can’t even imagine.

Posted By Kim On 08.02.2009 @ 11:37 am

Respond to my touch Strawberries kisses pass to quick to catch your eye

You love me like Summer breeze and cherries I wish I could say the same for you.

Posted By kim On 08.01.2009 @ 5:48 pm

Slipping on the tread of my sneakers my feet fly out from under me. I’m staring at the sky before I register what’s happened, and the ache sets in. It’s a dull throb I know will last, and I can’t believe how warm my head becomes from contact with ice.

Posted By Kim On 08.01.2009 @ 11:52 am