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long nights
shining eyes
hands tight
sun bright

pale skies
tired eyes
frown lines
heart cries

» Posted By katie On 12.26.2013 @ 10:26 am


What is past is gone, now we journey on. That’s what they told her, over and over. Just go. It didn’t matter that it was a lyric from Les Miserables, it was her mantra. The voices inside her head told her to go and go and go and go. And go she did.

» Posted By Katie On 12.22.2013 @ 8:04 pm


I put my thoughts in a tiny box. I tucked them away, built walls around them, put a roof over them. Then the tide came and washed the walls and the roof and my thoughts away. And I could build a real castle, a real castle with you.

» Posted By Katie On 11.18.2013 @ 6:00 pm


I don’t know what it would be like to be a disciple – to follow someone in their teachings, to continue with their ways. I have never believed in god, and I wonder what it was like for Jesus’s disciples at the time, believing in just a man.

» Posted By Katie On 11.17.2013 @ 11:35 pm


A stereotype is a preconceived notion describing a set of people. For example, “All girls like pink” Do all girls really like pink? No. But the author of this statement thinks this and transfers this notion to most girls he/she meets or sees. The author of this statement bases this thought on the fact that the few girls he/she has seen likes pink, therefore ALL girls must like pink. A stereotype is a generalization based on limited information. Generalizations are generally wrong, because one cannot judge a whole group of people based on a few individuals.

» Posted By Katie On 11.09.2013 @ 8:03 am


every word is an opportunity to connect to you, yet squad has nothing to do with you. it reminds me when you were almost sent to military school, the nights where i would listen to sad music because of that, and when we rode quads over the frozen lake in your backyard.

» Posted By Katie On 11.03.2013 @ 5:47 pm

truth squad, fighting liars and spreading the truth. don’t lie, or they will find you. how can the truth squad function? do they ever lie?

» Posted By Katie On 11.03.2013 @ 5:45 pm


What one does repeatedly. Day after day the same actions are taken in the exact same order. People who live on a routine schedule are usually type A personalities.

» Posted By Katie On 10.27.2013 @ 7:41 am


She took her bow and pulled. He stood back and watched. She concentrated on that bulls eye. She released and hit the mark. Her face lit up and ran to him giving him a hug.

“You’re the best instructor Philip!”

At that moment, he was in heaven.

» Posted By Katie On 10.17.2013 @ 6:40 pm


so many hooves
pressing me to the ground
into the ground

one with the ground.

» Posted By katie On 10.15.2013 @ 7:56 pm


The cries filled the lonely house, she had spent one too many nights alone in. He was out on his first deployment, and at this same time, he held a letter of hers, with an attached picture of his daughter tightly in his hand. he thirsted to see them, regretting leaving her alone for the fist year of having a child.

» Posted By Katie On 09.28.2013 @ 11:53 am



Tearing down rock
Nails tinkle
Dust and rubble underfoot now

Time to reconstruct the frame
Something different this time

» Posted By Katie On 09.11.2013 @ 12:15 pm


It was the way she played the violin that made her so unique. She stood out so much from the other players. It wasn’t something that you could learn. It was part of her. Part of her from when she was born. The deft use of her movements and breathing. It made the music come to life.

» Posted By Katie On 07.13.2013 @ 7:07 pm


i am influenced by so many people, also things i am influenced by. I love places, i wanna travel all around the world one day, alone or not alone it all depends on where my life is right at that moment. It is the simple things in life that make you the happiest.

» Posted By Katie On 07.11.2013 @ 11:57 am


She sat there with the pictures in her hands. They were scattered all over the floor. confused and overwhelmed, she looks closely trying to remember them. She looks over and sees the man crying. She knows that even if she can’t remember, he’ll love her forever.

» Posted By Katie On 07.07.2013 @ 10:59 am


What does it mean to be creative? Colorful terrific things. like cupcakes that taste like bacon. innovative discoveries. things that are crazy– like mixing colors to form new colors. who would have thought.

» Posted By Katie On 07.05.2013 @ 11:19 am


I intend to be a great counselor and have a great life. I also intend to have a wonderful family that is loved the most of anyone. I intend to look back on life and say hey lets do all of that again. But what I intend and what will actually happen are different.

» Posted By Katie On 07.04.2013 @ 7:59 am


Music and food and books and poetry make life so much better, and sunshine, flowers, good weather and blue skies are things that make me happy and

» Posted By Katie On 06.26.2013 @ 6:39 pm

Texas weather hasn’t always been joyous, or celebrative, or even mediocre. The blistering heat isn’t always the most welcome, either. But after driving all over Dallas delivering free meals to children, the sweat from this horrible heat feels good. It’s enough.

» Posted By Katie On 06.26.2013 @ 11:37 am


there once was a clown with stilts, he was very sad because the circus left him behind. The clown’s name was Harrold and his mother never loved him. His father, also a clown, was killed before Harrod had a chance to really know him.

» Posted By katie On 06.23.2013 @ 8:47 pm


Her dress was utterly littered with gold. Jewels, gems of all shapes and sizes, precious metals and rocks found all throughout the kingdoms and in rare places. And yet, there she stood. Looking in the mirror, eyes squinted as her mother had told her not to look, angry at the reflection.

» Posted By Katie On 06.20.2013 @ 6:24 pm


Broken or whole on the beach, all unique in their own way. Some are smooth around the edges and some are jagged resembling the many people we meat on the beach of life.

» Posted By Katie On 06.19.2013 @ 5:57 pm


Jerry tumbled out of the shower in a rush to grasp the towel perched lightly on the windowsill. Said windowsill overlooked the veranda where once a mystery woman claimed to love him, but he’d forgotten all about her by the time the water hit his forehead.

» Posted By Katie On 06.19.2013 @ 9:15 am


So, today, I though I wouldn’t sit with them. Just to spite.
I thought they might react. Maybe come down to my end “Oh, we’re sorry, please please sit with us” and I’d feel powerful, and consider saying “No”, and see how they like it, but they didn’t. So I listened to my Ipod instead.

» Posted By Katie On 06.10.2013 @ 12:27 pm


aren’t they the ones that are always in love? what a stupid stereotype- it doesn’t even include people who aren’t in love but are fools regardless… like me

» Posted By katie On 06.10.2013 @ 8:41 am


Well, that’s easy, I thought. I just say “hi, how are you?”
So, I said the words, and immediately was faced with penetrating, crushing silence. No response. Uh, hello?

» Posted By Katie On 06.08.2013 @ 3:59 pm


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» Posted By katie On 06.02.2013 @ 7:54 pm


One day, my sister was born. She really freaking annoys me sometimes, but she’s pretty enjoyable when we’re alone. We like hanging out, going on the internet together, watching movies, and eating. I also really like baking together, cause we don’t actually bake what the dough or batter, we just eat it. I think that’s what sisterhood’s about.

» Posted By Katie On 06.01.2013 @ 6:54 pm


She was full of life
she was full of death
she was full of a head of people
she had and had not met
she was unsure
she was so scared
she was unsure she was
the only one there..

» Posted By Katie On 06.01.2013 @ 7:55 am


She was crushed, shattered. Her life had broken apart into a million little pieces spelling out his name, his face. He was gone. He couldn’t say goodbye, he could never look into her eyes again, and he would never softly speak her name in the early hours of a summer morning again. She was shattered.

» Posted By Katie On 05.27.2013 @ 10:56 am

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