She walked across the ballroom floor with a knot in her throat. What was she doing there? She didn’t even know. She tried to find a man, the simple one with the tux but only boys in masks appeared. Searching frantically, she slid across the floor.
Only Me
Knots on my mind, knots on my vision; I swear my earphones knot around with my phone charger cord while I’m gone.
It’s twice as easy to tangle up everything as it is to untangle.
Myona
tightening each pull that intends a rip threads neatly intertwining in their rough embrace en-
prison the tied up victim with melancholic knowledge of life that doesn’t change no matter how hard you pull
kuri
so pireates are cool, they have a knot thing that thing that is prety cool and i w=alwats wanted to tie one but i never learned what to do so i always wanted to do it, but i hsaven’t. also a know reminds me of the \\
Anonymous
I can’t tie one. Not a real one, but the marriage kind.
Because I’m gay.
It’s not fair, but I don’t worry too much.
Soon the old guard will be dead.
And my generation will be in control.
And things will be as they should.
Due time…
chrissainth@gmail.com
the kind in your stomach, your hair your life. It’s always tangled and it always hurts. I suppose there are some that tie good things, but to me… not so much. Knots are to be undone, not tightened and freedom is never in the same sentence with “knot.”
khloella
iit is a knot, tied in a hole, a boot, a bole, in that hole lies a canary, yellow and sweet, but lime, it comes along, and the canary trips the truth, fallen everything, everything, everywhere, i cannot make mistakes any longer, it fucks up my life too hard, what do i do if i am not a perfect person? at least for me, neither are you, or any of the rest of this world. maybe it’s okay for me to be okay, the way i am. look, i have even made several mistakes already. has the 60 seconds gone up?
i think it is frozen
Audrey
I think of the knot, as in getting married. it’s…something I guess I think about a lot. I dunno. I’m so excruiatingly single, it’s probably a silly notion. I also think about Boy Scouts…and lighting design class; tying the fixtures to the rails. Boy Scouts make me think of Peter…which brings us back to getting married. Boo.
Lyssa
Knots are annoying. They represent mistakes. On the other han, they can hold things together. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it?
Katie
My stomach’s in a knot. My mind’s a flurry of scrambled thoughts and pictures. My mouth is dry, as though stuffed with cotton. I can’t talk. I can hardly even breathe.
All because you smiled at me today.
Kurekitsune
There were so many knots in her hair every morning! It seemed that she slept while tousling her head around and around on the pillow. I don’t think she stayed still for a single minute all night long. Knots, knots, knots every single morning!!
Crystal
Knot, to simply tie? To work yourself in, or to work yourself out of? How do you disassemble this knot? Does this knot represent something difficult to untie?
What is a knot?
Victoria
not really. knot. to be or knot to be? thats knot the question! haha well i guess not. or knot?
Warren
my hair is always in knots. i never bother to comb through it. my shoelaces always find a way to knot themselves. my husband left me last week. i’m a bit distraught, my life is a mess. my life is a complete knot.
M.
a knot is something that i do with my shoes. i tie a knot when i make a bow. a bow around my purse. i think pink bows are pretty cute. idk what im writing anymore but meh thats fine. haha. knot. knot in my heart as well.
May
i tie knot in my shoe laces
sometimes i get knots in my back
my hair sometimes gets knotty
i can make knots in rope
whenever i have a knot in my back, i want a massage
knot is a different word than not
erica
knot, tie, bow, boy scouts tie knots and they know multiple ways to tie them. shoe laces make knots. and you even need to double knot them because you have shoes that come untied all the time
Wes!
mph knots are going down……I think of speed and boy scouts and twists from Gordia. I never was any good with knots or any kind of problem. I don’t think Alexander was clever. He just hated to think for too long. He conquered, he moved on, that’s it. Not an example that does good.
Myles
The knot was not coming undone. What a naughty knotty knot. This is not naught knot good.
lita
The knot was not coming undone. What a naughty knotty knot. This is not naught knot good.
lita
there was this knot, right at the end of the rope we used to swing out over the bogue chitto river on hot mississippi delta days. the whole idea was to swing out, and let go–your body paused for a brief moment in the humid air, almost like wile e. coyote did when he’d run off the cliff. suspended long enough to have your stomach contract in the anticipation of the water that was warm on top and cool at the bottom close over you.
sometimes, you clung to the rope with your toes, wanting to be pushed out a couple of times, to see if you’d build up the courage to do a back flip, warnings of boys who broke their neck doing that pushed from your head.
sometimes, though, you sat on that knot, holding on with wrinkled fingers– you’d sail out, and at that moment, right before the rope would bend and jerk you hard… you’d sail out and could see all the way past summer to autumn.
quin browne
That reminds me of my art teacher. His surname was Nott but the virtual visual spelling in my head always said “knot”. For six years that what it said. And it still does and always will I think. I like the silent “k”.
Mags
decent exposures:
knot
the kind you take home
to mother
the kind you parade
through
the narrowest
of streets
the kind that
infantilize
the noblest dreams
the kind that shimmy
down the lasting
pole,
the very last
place you’d
think to hide
your reckoning:
gordian’s sista
can get
them five
for a dolla, if you
holla –
if you think
it best.
give it your
best,
dreamers,
be explicit
down the long
lines
of your
knottiest
dreams, &
send your cash
a-scheming.
paschal
the knot in her hair was determined to stay there, no matter how hard she tugged. she growled in frustration at her difficult hair. it was homecoming night, and she wasn’t about to go looking like a two bit tramp living on the streets.
hanna
Knotted in your stomach like a commitment or a lie. Some people learn all kinds of different knots. Maybe that’s a metaphor? I don’t know, I’m stuck with my own knot right now, which is not a complicated one – but I haven’t been able to work it out.
feeesh
Everyday has its own.
Clau
a thread old shoelace some twisted string right hand entwined left hands fidget fingernails pulling back as we wrestle with these old knots – we tie untie pass string together wet it with our lips and kiss it we are connection with our breath each broken string a little death and you wrap me up you tie me back your delicate hair like iron and i love you.
X
Too many ins and out that was a vulnerable moment, and should not have made a joke like this maybe?
patrick
oh it was all up in my head an i couldnt condone the fact that i had put it there myself..oh to be broken but its all stuk stuk stuk and tied … will it break looooooose nein. ding!
polly
Being in that class puts my stomach in knots, I feel so alone. I feel like I’m worthless. I’m so intimidated by the seniors, it can’t be healthy. I can’t express myself there, and it upsets me. “I’ll get over it” I keep telling myself. Every day. Every single day, and it never gets better.
Susannah
My dad threw the pair of shoes in front of me.
“Tie the laces,” he said.
“But I don’t know even know how to tie a knot!” I whined.
“You can do it.”
I tried and tried and couldn’t tie a knot.
“Can I stop now? I can’t do it.”
“No.”
“Please?!”
“No.”
Tears of frustration started to pour.
Twenty minutes later, I tied the knot, crossed the bunny ears, and looped them, secure.
My face wet and red, I jumped up, ran to his spot on the couch, and waved the shoes in his face, a smile on mine.
“Told you, chump.” He grinned.
This was one of the times my dad helped me realize I don’t need anyone’s help, to do anything.
C.L. Bain
i think knot therefore I I uncurl beofre your eyes. You have me pulled too tightly to escape the strugggle for victort. I break. My end drifts into oncoming traffic trampled by roaming beasts with erngines
mine
Knotted and tangled
Twisted and tied
These feelings
That lie inside
Cherry
Knots are often made by sailors on a ship. I think boy scouts learn different kinds of knots as well. I learned knots when I was younger. I took macrame classes and made all kinds of jewelry out of knots. It is a lot of fun, especailly when you add beads.
linda
i tied a know with a friend last summer. She pulled the strings to tightly and we broke. My end floated away down a small creek never to be seen again. Hers drifted over a bridge into on coming traffic. I imagine it got tangled in the wheels of some
ding times up
in the amount of
Anonymous
tied, tight, hard to break.
Holds things together.
Not a knot.
Tie a ton.
It’s fun.
X
Tying the knot? As in getting married?
That’s the first thing I thought of.
But then there’s literally tying the knot..
the knot on a string. I think it’s kind of meaningless.
Then there’s also that knot of tangles.
You know, tangles.. mess.. messsses..
She walked across the ballroom floor with a knot in her throat. What was she doing there? She didn’t even know. She tried to find a man, the simple one with the tux but only boys in masks appeared. Searching frantically, she slid across the floor.
Knots on my mind, knots on my vision; I swear my earphones knot around with my phone charger cord while I’m gone.
It’s twice as easy to tangle up everything as it is to untangle.
tightening each pull that intends a rip threads neatly intertwining in their rough embrace en-
prison the tied up victim with melancholic knowledge of life that doesn’t change no matter how hard you pull
so pireates are cool, they have a knot thing that thing that is prety cool and i w=alwats wanted to tie one but i never learned what to do so i always wanted to do it, but i hsaven’t. also a know reminds me of the \\
I can’t tie one. Not a real one, but the marriage kind.
Because I’m gay.
It’s not fair, but I don’t worry too much.
Soon the old guard will be dead.
And my generation will be in control.
And things will be as they should.
Due time…
the kind in your stomach, your hair your life. It’s always tangled and it always hurts. I suppose there are some that tie good things, but to me… not so much. Knots are to be undone, not tightened and freedom is never in the same sentence with “knot.”
iit is a knot, tied in a hole, a boot, a bole, in that hole lies a canary, yellow and sweet, but lime, it comes along, and the canary trips the truth, fallen everything, everything, everywhere, i cannot make mistakes any longer, it fucks up my life too hard, what do i do if i am not a perfect person? at least for me, neither are you, or any of the rest of this world. maybe it’s okay for me to be okay, the way i am. look, i have even made several mistakes already. has the 60 seconds gone up?
i think it is frozen
I think of the knot, as in getting married. it’s…something I guess I think about a lot. I dunno. I’m so excruiatingly single, it’s probably a silly notion. I also think about Boy Scouts…and lighting design class; tying the fixtures to the rails. Boy Scouts make me think of Peter…which brings us back to getting married. Boo.
Knots are annoying. They represent mistakes. On the other han, they can hold things together. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it?
My stomach’s in a knot. My mind’s a flurry of scrambled thoughts and pictures. My mouth is dry, as though stuffed with cotton. I can’t talk. I can hardly even breathe.
All because you smiled at me today.
There were so many knots in her hair every morning! It seemed that she slept while tousling her head around and around on the pillow. I don’t think she stayed still for a single minute all night long. Knots, knots, knots every single morning!!
Knot, to simply tie? To work yourself in, or to work yourself out of? How do you disassemble this knot? Does this knot represent something difficult to untie?
What is a knot?
not really. knot. to be or knot to be? thats knot the question! haha well i guess not. or knot?
my hair is always in knots. i never bother to comb through it. my shoelaces always find a way to knot themselves. my husband left me last week. i’m a bit distraught, my life is a mess. my life is a complete knot.
a knot is something that i do with my shoes. i tie a knot when i make a bow. a bow around my purse. i think pink bows are pretty cute. idk what im writing anymore but meh thats fine. haha. knot. knot in my heart as well.
i tie knot in my shoe laces
sometimes i get knots in my back
my hair sometimes gets knotty
i can make knots in rope
whenever i have a knot in my back, i want a massage
knot is a different word than not
knot, tie, bow, boy scouts tie knots and they know multiple ways to tie them. shoe laces make knots. and you even need to double knot them because you have shoes that come untied all the time
mph knots are going down……I think of speed and boy scouts and twists from Gordia. I never was any good with knots or any kind of problem. I don’t think Alexander was clever. He just hated to think for too long. He conquered, he moved on, that’s it. Not an example that does good.
The knot was not coming undone. What a naughty knotty knot. This is not naught knot good.
The knot was not coming undone. What a naughty knotty knot. This is not naught knot good.
there was this knot, right at the end of the rope we used to swing out over the bogue chitto river on hot mississippi delta days. the whole idea was to swing out, and let go–your body paused for a brief moment in the humid air, almost like wile e. coyote did when he’d run off the cliff. suspended long enough to have your stomach contract in the anticipation of the water that was warm on top and cool at the bottom close over you.
sometimes, you clung to the rope with your toes, wanting to be pushed out a couple of times, to see if you’d build up the courage to do a back flip, warnings of boys who broke their neck doing that pushed from your head.
sometimes, though, you sat on that knot, holding on with wrinkled fingers– you’d sail out, and at that moment, right before the rope would bend and jerk you hard… you’d sail out and could see all the way past summer to autumn.
That reminds me of my art teacher. His surname was Nott but the virtual visual spelling in my head always said “knot”. For six years that what it said. And it still does and always will I think. I like the silent “k”.
decent exposures:
knot
the kind you take home
to mother
the kind you parade
through
the narrowest
of streets
the kind that
infantilize
the noblest dreams
the kind that shimmy
down the lasting
pole,
the very last
place you’d
think to hide
your reckoning:
gordian’s sista
can get
them five
for a dolla, if you
holla –
if you think
it best.
give it your
best,
dreamers,
be explicit
down the long
lines
of your
knottiest
dreams, &
send your cash
a-scheming.
the knot in her hair was determined to stay there, no matter how hard she tugged. she growled in frustration at her difficult hair. it was homecoming night, and she wasn’t about to go looking like a two bit tramp living on the streets.
Knotted in your stomach like a commitment or a lie. Some people learn all kinds of different knots. Maybe that’s a metaphor? I don’t know, I’m stuck with my own knot right now, which is not a complicated one – but I haven’t been able to work it out.
Everyday has its own.
a thread old shoelace some twisted string right hand entwined left hands fidget fingernails pulling back as we wrestle with these old knots – we tie untie pass string together wet it with our lips and kiss it we are connection with our breath each broken string a little death and you wrap me up you tie me back your delicate hair like iron and i love you.
Too many ins and out that was a vulnerable moment, and should not have made a joke like this maybe?
oh it was all up in my head an i couldnt condone the fact that i had put it there myself..oh to be broken but its all stuk stuk stuk and tied … will it break looooooose nein. ding!
Being in that class puts my stomach in knots, I feel so alone. I feel like I’m worthless. I’m so intimidated by the seniors, it can’t be healthy. I can’t express myself there, and it upsets me. “I’ll get over it” I keep telling myself. Every day. Every single day, and it never gets better.
My dad threw the pair of shoes in front of me.
“Tie the laces,” he said.
“But I don’t know even know how to tie a knot!” I whined.
“You can do it.”
I tried and tried and couldn’t tie a knot.
“Can I stop now? I can’t do it.”
“No.”
“Please?!”
“No.”
Tears of frustration started to pour.
Twenty minutes later, I tied the knot, crossed the bunny ears, and looped them, secure.
My face wet and red, I jumped up, ran to his spot on the couch, and waved the shoes in his face, a smile on mine.
“Told you, chump.” He grinned.
This was one of the times my dad helped me realize I don’t need anyone’s help, to do anything.
i think knot therefore I I uncurl beofre your eyes. You have me pulled too tightly to escape the strugggle for victort. I break. My end drifts into oncoming traffic trampled by roaming beasts with erngines
Knotted and tangled
Twisted and tied
These feelings
That lie inside
Knots are often made by sailors on a ship. I think boy scouts learn different kinds of knots as well. I learned knots when I was younger. I took macrame classes and made all kinds of jewelry out of knots. It is a lot of fun, especailly when you add beads.
i tied a know with a friend last summer. She pulled the strings to tightly and we broke. My end floated away down a small creek never to be seen again. Hers drifted over a bridge into on coming traffic. I imagine it got tangled in the wheels of some
in the amount of
tied, tight, hard to break.
Holds things together.
Not a knot.
Tie a ton.
It’s fun.
Tying the knot? As in getting married?
That’s the first thing I thought of.
But then there’s literally tying the knot..
the knot on a string. I think it’s kind of meaningless.
Then there’s also that knot of tangles.
You know, tangles.. mess.. messsses..
Yeah.
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