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A promise is something you have to hold no matter what. But that’s the hokey explanation. A promise is a plan. Nothing more. Maybe it’ll last, maybe it won’t. Sometimes promises are never even meant to be kept. They can just as easily be lies.

Posted By Mary Kate On 01.09.2013 @ 7:54 am

I would do back flips in order to make her happy. She’s my best friend. And I can never say thank you enough.

Posted By Mary Kate On 04.04.2012 @ 6:56 am

Being a flight attendant would be my dream job. You spend all your time floating from city to city, never having to put down roots, never having anyone rely on you, never having to let anyone down. Being a flight attendant would be my dream job.

Posted By Mary Kate On 04.02.2012 @ 4:35 pm

Blaze Flame Fire Heat Passion Love Loneliness, loneliness.

Posted By Mary Kate On 04.01.2012 @ 4:51 pm

The Catcher in the Rye was always one of those books that I feel like everyone should read. I was supposed to read it in high school, but I thought I was so cool, and didn’t read it. I just picked it up again this past winter, and it made me feel not alone anymore. Everyone on the planet feels the same things, just not at the same time.

Posted By Mary Kate On 03.28.2012 @ 6:59 am

“You need to watch your temper.” I’ve heard this so many times before. It’s ironic, though, because I don’t really feel anything. I haven’t felt anything in a while. I’m not even passionate about anything. I’m just totally numb.

Posted By Mary Kate On 03.26.2012 @ 6:32 am

there was a residue on the inside of the mason jar from all the summer days that it was filled with lemonade. there was never any need to clean it, she would just keep refilling it. one for her, one for him. those were the days they were in love. their stories would float up to the ceiling in the endless hourss spent at the kitchen table. now all that’s left is just the residue.

Posted By Mary Kate On 03.23.2012 @ 2:15 pm

there was a residue on the inside of the mason jar from all the summer days that it was filled with lemonade. there was never any need to clean it, she would just keep refilling it. one for her, one for him. those were the days they were in love. their stories would float up to the ceiling in the endless hourss spent at the kitchen table. now all that’s left is just the residue.

Posted By Mary Kate On 03.23.2012 @ 2:01 pm

The death of certain things. The very ending of Romeo. Arsenic. Drops of Death. Life cut short by the sick fluid. Hit by everything in the end of life it is killing us.

Posted By Mary Kate On 08.22.2011 @ 10:06 am

it was shiny in its case a little dusty too it reminded him of past glory of distant victory of someone he used to be

the trophy was locked up and he barely ever touched it.

Posted By mary kate On 07.18.2011 @ 8:16 pm

“sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” the young girl recited, tears welling up in her eyes.

“a broken bone hurts a lot, lemme tell you,” said the older man.

“i’m not afraid,” the little girl lied.

“you should be,” said the man.

Posted By mary kate On 07.17.2011 @ 2:58 pm

he blew smoke rings and she scrunched up her nose. “you never used to do things like that when we were together,” she said. “we weren’t together as often as you think.” he replied. “are you trying to be edgy?” she accused. “i’m not TRYING,” he said moodliy, and stamped out the cigarette.

Posted By mary kate On 07.15.2011 @ 7:20 pm

She tied the bow in her hair like she did every single morning. “I am so lucky to have you,” she said to the little girl. The little girl smiled up at her. “Let’s get ice cream!” she yelled. “Let’s,” said her mother.

Posted By mary kate On 07.14.2011 @ 7:57 pm

You twist my heart just like a bow You hold me close so that I’ll know When I am twisted over, under When I am scared of lightning, thunder You’ll keep me strong throughout the strife And stow me through this twisted life

Posted By Mary Kate On 07.14.2011 @ 12:24 pm

You twist my heart just like a bow You hold me close so that I’ll know When I am twisted over, under When I am scared of lightning, thunder You’ll keep me strong throughout the strife And hold me through this twisted life

Posted By Mary Kate On 07.14.2011 @ 12:13 pm

i was very prim and proper then, and i knew which side of the plate to put the forks and knives, and i knew what to say at dinner parties, and i knew how to act during business meetings.

now i’m wilder – i suppose i’ve de-volved.

Posted By mary kate On 07.13.2011 @ 8:47 pm

he wouldn’t stop asking her and finally she was at her very last nerve. “FINE,” she yelled, “I’LL GO. PLEASE, give me a MOMENT of PEACE.” satisfied, he thanked her graciously and scampered away. she watched him go and sighed. the boy was really more like a plague.

Posted By mary kate On 07.12.2011 @ 5:25 pm

he stood tall and erect in the field, lonely but noble, and infinitely proud. the birds avoided him, but that was fine. he was good at his job.

Posted By mary kate On 07.11.2011 @ 1:08 pm

every day i feel like an apple that somebody bit and left aside and getting rotten and more rotten til my very core is gone and everybody knows i’ve gone mean

Posted By mary kate On 07.10.2011 @ 5:10 pm

the curve of her stomach was somehow graceful and beautiful and terrifying all at the same time and the longer he stared the more hypnotized he was by it – “expecting?” said an old lady across the room. the woman with the stomach smiled benevolently and he noticed she was even more beautiful than she had been before the stomach arrived.

Posted By mary kate On 07.09.2011 @ 6:17 pm

there was a list of things to do and i saw it and i read it

something came up i’m sorry -

there was a list of things to do and they didn’t get done

Posted By mary kate On 07.08.2011 @ 8:07 pm

abuse this is horrible no one should ever abuse there partner, child, or anyone. it’s the worst thing ever to be created on this earth. who would’ve started abuse? why would you want to? if you wouldn’t have grown up with seeing it would you still do it? i don’t think you would no one should abuse!

Posted By Mary Kate On 05.20.2011 @ 8:00 pm

when i give you an example of something this will happen and when i think of example man you have no idea what i’ve been through i’ll give you an example problem on the board that’s what sue jordan always says i hate her class it makes me feel like an outcast especially after lunch when i feel so free i hate that i never feel free anymore i feel so confined and lost but actually i don’t but inside i do is it a happy face or is it just plain happy?

Posted By mary kate On 03.06.2011 @ 9:56 am

important. needed for a good life. strength. if you love a person, you support them, faith in another. strength. confidence. hope.

Posted By mary kate On 01.09.2011 @ 2:17 pm

The puppy’s paws were torn up and bloody. It was obvious were the dog had been. there was no excuse for the harsh things that this dog had gone through.

Posted By Mary Kate On 07.23.2009 @ 10:17 am

climb ev’ry mountain. i will never forget that song. my mother always says it’s her favorite movie, and when we did the play, she was positively ecstatic. climbing rocks is always pretty fun. i used to climb through creeks as a child with my cousins. i miss maryland.

Posted By mary kate On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am