Entries By krista
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checkmate
real
I know that this is real. I am positive with every fiber of my being. I have never known someone so in tune with my own soul; the funny part is that I have known him for so long. I don’t know exactly what it is that changed over the 3 years we were apart but it is as if our souls and minds have been molded into puzzle pieces that fit but hadn’t fit before.
Posted By Krista On 01.22.2013 @ 7:36 pm
speech
I gave a speech last year about why Christians need to know all about both Christianity AND other religions in order to be effective in arguing about it. I used a comical example. When comparing Superman to Batman, you would say that Superman is the better superhero because he IS this that and the other thing, but you would also need to draw on the fact that Batman IS NOT this that and the other thing.
Posted By Krista On 01.14.2013 @ 3:08 pm
must
I must clean the house. I must change the litter box. I must cook. I must work out. I must get my work done. I must do laundry. I must put away all the Christmas presents we brought home. I must get everything done. I must be friendly. I must be kind. I must…ew, this is kind of musty…
Posted By Krista On 01.07.2013 @ 2:15 pm
methods
Methods vary. Every action has multiple methods. Like for example, driving my car. I could drive with my eyes closed! Not a safe method. Or I could text and drive. Also not a safe method. When driving, I will stick to a safer method like keeping my eyes on the road. Everybody wins with that method, and everybody lives!! ;)
Posted By Krista On 12.09.2012 @ 8:52 pm
rise
I rise in the morning and i rise in the night. there’s no end to where it begins it just starts and then it goes on like a highway untraveled it’s beauty it’s an unraveling ball of yarn twisted and tangled and intertwined like the lives of all those weaving through it i rise when i hear the music and i set with the sun and i am by myself in my own life and love all alone
Posted By Krista On 11.29.2012 @ 10:05 pm
late
arts
me and what i do and what i like. i love the arts and i love to see thema nd learn about them. i wish i was more artistic in a sence but i am learining everyday how to do things. andn right now this is hard acause my kids r bothering me…
Posted By krista On 11.13.2012 @ 4:45 pm
despite
Despite what I’ve been through I still remain positive throughout my life. I live to please and make everyone else happy and despite everything anyone has ever said, I always strive to please and prove that even though you say I cant, I’ll show you that I can.
Posted By Krista On 09.19.2012 @ 6:08 am
harness
harness, reign yourself in. control. essential? probably not, and yet we spend the day doing exactly that. harness in the emotions bubbling up to the top. don’t let them go free, go wild. reign them in. keep them on lock down.
Posted By Krista On 07.03.2012 @ 7:54 am
chills
I hate getting the chills. When you see that one person and they just creep up and make you shake. Their irresistible, unstoppable. Kind of like love, don’t you think? I must hate falling in love also…
Posted By Krista On 06.30.2012 @ 1:34 pm
configuration
I think of transfiguration. Like harry potter. Changing the appearance of something. I think all things can be transformed in some way. A person, however can be only be influenced, they are the only ones that can actually change themselves
Posted By Krista On 06.27.2012 @ 6:25 pm
pour
pour me a cup of tea and sit. sit and talk. we’ll talk about whatever it is you want to talk about. we’ll talk for as long as you want. then we’ll just sit and sip our tea…
Posted By Krista On 06.16.2012 @ 5:18 pm
brief
it was that, was it not? Brief I mean. it happenes so quickly, and lasted so briefly and then it was over. Yet it lasted through time, despite it’s shortened appearance of time. Now what? Now that the time is up yet again?
Posted By Krista On 06.13.2012 @ 9:41 am
racket
Cover my ears. I can’t stand the sound. I remove them, and then hear nothing. Then the sound of nothing becomes it’s own sound. It’s loud. A racket.
Posted By Krista On 06.10.2012 @ 9:19 pm
nest
nest. nesting. Fair enough since I seem to be doing just that. Nesting. Trying to organize, placing every object in it’s rightful place, and then moving it again. I can never find the perfect spot. Blame it on the hormones. Blame it on the pregnancy. Nesting. Somehow at the end though it is perfect.
Posted By Krista On 06.09.2012 @ 3:24 pm
reporter
I draw a blank. I don’t think I know that I would make a good reporter. Then again, I blog, and its pracitcally the same thing isn’t it? Observing the world around you and dictating it to an audience?
Posted By Krista On 05.31.2012 @ 8:25 am
So there once was a reporter. This reporter liked eggs, he really like his eggs. So one morning he got up out of bed and went to the diner to get some eggs. He also needed to go people watching. This is where is all started.
Posted By Krista On 05.30.2012 @ 11:59 am
architecture
you see it everywere. and yet its something that just seems overwhelming. I can’t imagine pouring my thoughts into a building and then watching it come alive. but people do it, the fruits of their labour implode on the world. some of the buildings, boring. some majestic. some never make it through a quarter of a century. we study it, we gaze at it, we are mesmerized, we grovel at those who can perfect it. but to me, its overwhelming, where do you begin, how do you start, when do you know you are finished. how do you know if you have created something that is great? how do you know that you are not just crazy? how do you know that this building will matter? Does it matter? what happens to these works of art when they are torn down? does the artist, the creator lose out. is it still etched in society through photos of passerby’s. what makes a great building, a great neighbourhood, a great city? it is the architecture is it not?
Posted By krista On 05.30.2012 @ 10:15 am
petition
do you want to sign the petition? its for a good cause. you can stay anonymous if you prefer. nothing is going to change unless we get the word out and people start to understand the importance of the cause. if you’re on the fence about it, would you still sign? just a name would help and if you aren’t against it, would you help us?
Posted By krista On 03.13.2012 @ 12:28 pm
belief
town
Okay so I’m from the town Roca. It’s kinda boring and it means rock in Spanish. Naturally everyone who sees this world will choose to write about what town they’re from. Fancy that I’m one to conform to this uncreative first thought. Maybe I should be smart and when I think of town think of Mark Townsend or something.
Posted By Krista On 03.04.2012 @ 10:10 pm
blast
Any time I am with my family we have a blast. It is nice that we all get along. We share food, memories, stories, laughter. It is the core of people I have the most history in common with- reminiscing is a blast!
Posted By Krista On 02.25.2012 @ 8:01 am
pony
She eagerly took his hand and he led her into the coral. He was like a God to her–so tall and strong, and he knew everything about everything, it seemed. Her pigtails bounced along as she skipped toward the pony, her cowboy boots kicking up dust. So far, this was the best day of her life.
Posted By Krista On 02.10.2012 @ 12:15 pm
adopt
It’s been like 30 seconds and all I can think about is the cat we got from the pet store–my one and only foray into adoption. We named her Fuzzy Butt. She liked sitting on top of my head–when I watched TV, when I walked around, when I folded laundry. That’s where she would sit.
Posted By Krista On 02.09.2012 @ 9:20 pm
butterfly
He floated silently, never tOuching the ground. Although all eyes were fixated On the subtle beating of his wings, he acted as if he were the only being in the wOrld at this monent
Posted By Krista On 02.09.2012 @ 6:53 am
She laid back on the soft green grass, the sun rays falling through the trees and resting upon her butterflies of light.
Posted By Krista On 02.08.2012 @ 9:12 pm
walls
The walls caved in. They closed around me. Suffocating. Unbarable. I lifted my arms trying to hold the world up. But instead. It all just crumbled. And I stood there with the pieces in my hands.
Posted By Krista On 02.07.2012 @ 3:41 pm
hoop
The hoop that she twirled around her hips tingled on her skin. It was ablaze with fire, and she felt no pain. Only a brief kiss. Something to remind her that she was alive. She was thankful for that.
Posted By Krista On 01.28.2012 @ 3:23 pm
