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Wildflower, bloom, happy in the forest, a meadow where lovers meet, its peaceful, content, beautiful. It smells green, it smells fresh there is no smog there is no traffic, it is just peaceful. He kisses her like he can’t stand to wait.
» Posted By Katie On 09.11.2008 @ 6:41 pm
The wildflower was swaying softly in the wind. It seemed peaceful and completely unaware of the raging storm around it. It’s petals shook, but none came apart, every stem in place. The grass around it shook and rattled and ground it’s coarse edges against it’s stalk, but the wildflower stayed strong.
» Posted By Katie On 09.10.2008 @ 9:05 pm
they’re beautiful. I love how colorful they are and how they can grow without human nurture. The Texas highways are littlered with them and I love spring just for that reason. I wish I could get around to taking pictures in them. I love flowers.
» Posted By katie On 09.10.2008 @ 8:17 pm
a brick had fallen on my head. oh god. i lay on the concrete , dazed, breathless. It was unreal. i stared at the strreetlight directly over my hear, i was staring at 10 streetlights. finally, they became one, i sat up. i found myself grey, completely gray, covered in soot. Someone had bombed my school.
» Posted By katie On 09.10.2008 @ 3:16 pm
Someday I wish to live in a beautiful brick house. It will be red brick, like the color of old barns. Ivy will grow up the brick; the landscape will look good.
» Posted By katie On 09.09.2008 @ 5:48 pm
The ball landed in her worn old glove with a thunk. It was a lot harder than she had thought it would be and she let out an invoulntary squeal of pain. the only reason she was playing was for her dad.
» Posted By katie On 09.05.2008 @ 12:08 pm
He threw the game because he had money on it. He was playing baseball, and he gave up because he was corrupt. Corrupt in a time of communism and Soviets and secret police and gulags. And my mind is on Russia, but I want to tear it away to things like cuddling and sun beams coming through my blinds and lemonade summers of tree climbing and sweat dripping down the small of my back. It sticks my shirt to my skin, and I don’t care because I’m smiling.
» Posted By Katie On 09.02.2008 @ 6:45 pm
throw my shoes. throw a tantrum. throw my life away. it means get rid of. goodbye. it might be lousy. throw don’t toss. throw out of anger. or resistance. or frustration. throw it out. get rid of it. goodbye.
» Posted By Katie On 09.02.2008 @ 2:53 pm
This is what happens to me every day. I’m delayed. By something, by someone. It doesn’t matter if I set out on my day 20 minutes early. By the end of the day, someone or something has delayed my day and I’m no longer running on my schedule. I hate delays. Did I say that I’m a type A personality?
» Posted By katie On 08.31.2008 @ 9:20 pm
Cookie, I love baking cookies now. Right when me and my boyfriend started dating I baked him cookies and he told me they were better than his moms. He he. Whether it is true or not I will never know. I have continued baking him cookies to put in care packages to send to him. He is in the army. Also my favorite cookies, my mom’s she makes the most delicious, somewhat healthy cookies.
» Posted By Katie On 04.06.2010 @ 10:26 am
One day I was waiting in line to buy a shirt in the Hot Topic in White Marsh, and the woman in front of me was taking forever because the plus sign button on the cash register wasn’t working correctly. The woman working it had no idea what to do, and I was getting angry; I wanted to leave quickly. All I wanted was a tube of eye liner. It took almost a half hour.
» Posted By Katie On 05.26.2008 @ 6:08 am
I didn’t expect to feel you split
from the shaking pears in the cleft of your hand,
Webbed cotton that drew me away
So time sews you seamless with the pittance you possess
Coldly worn in a crisp pressed cloak.
» Posted By Katie On 05.21.2008 @ 1:43 am
gosling steps winnowed through her paddling pools
of faith and small teaspoons of syrup that looked like trust
i can’t seem to get this damned thorn out of my side, he complained steadily
so she sucked out the poison and his soul went with it
goes to show, our pain can define us sometimes.
» Posted By Katie On 05.19.2008 @ 1:22 am
i am falling down, i am certain my feet aren’t touching the ground
soft swelling suede in the pits of my palms
and i can’t see the ends of my cinder thin arms
so i’m certain im losing a battle of wills between falling through
bottles and swallowing pills
sew me a beanie and pull on my hat
i’m certain i’m losing.
» Posted By Katie On 05.17.2008 @ 5:32 am
Something I hate to do. Something i’m often doing in my dreams, but usually unsuccessfully. Something that looks peaceful when other people do it, but for me it’s usually uncomfortable and makes me feel bad about myself because it’s not easy.
» Posted By Katie On 07.11.2008 @ 11:04 am
i love to run.
i havent done it that much.
but its so much more than excersise.
i dont what it is about it. that makes me feel so powerful
i guess its that i am self sufficient
and if i were ever in a situation that i needed to run away, and had no car, then i could.
i had a dream about running last night actually… more a nightmare though.
i couldnt catch up with this car… eh i would love to tell you about it but my time is up.
» Posted By katie On 07.11.2008 @ 9:32 am
mk.. adore. what does that mean?
i mean if taken to extremems can it mean to worship?
everyone loves to be adored.
everyoneloves to be wanted
to be accepted
to be missed.
however when we adore someone else… i think a lot of people feel ashamed.
scared of rejection, or scared to humble themselves. gosh am i even making sense?
» Posted By Katie On 07.10.2008 @ 11:23 am
I remember flipping the cards, one by one, trying to match the elephant with the elephant and the sailboat with the sailboat. I wasn’t very good. I’d flip the hat and the coat, the car and the motorcycle, always close, but not close enough. Still, I’m always close, but not close enough.
» Posted By Katie On 07.08.2008 @ 10:41 am
frequent? Frequently I do things that I don’t want to do. But more frequently I do things that I DO want to do. I’m spoiled like that. Even more frequently I just sit at home and don’t do anything, because I’m a bump on a log. No, I’ll just sit and let things happen to me instead.
» Posted By Katie On 07.07.2008 @ 9:02 am
more often nice to see sometime not so nice see more off
more then other things
» Posted By katie On 07.07.2008 @ 8:58 am
grace. a fall from grace has met many at the bottom. it’s hard to maintain a balance of grace. grace for others, grace for yourself, a grace period.
» Posted By katie On 06.26.2008 @ 7:15 am
I think of angels and seasons and clouds and light and women who move so slowly probably with blond curls and somber smiles I think of no problems I think of love I think of slow slow moving and giving and thinking through the pain instead of reacting and trying to hurt I think it’s a feminine word I would never call a man graceful i would consider grace actually the opposite of femininity i don’t know what else to say other than i think grace is probably a lot more trouble than it’s worth.
» Posted By Katie On 06.25.2008 @ 11:08 am
The art of carrying yourself with ease. Triumphing over all battles and holding your head up high. A summer’s night breeze. The peace of a sleeping little girl. The one thing I wish I possessed.
» Posted By Katie On 06.25.2008 @ 11:00 am
stupid american symbol of nothing anymore. conservatives praise it and critisize others for not putting it in their front lawns. like that means anything. i’m not “patriotic enough” i guess. we’re all the same really. a flag doesn’t define us as human beings. we are all one.
» Posted By katie On 06.20.2008 @ 11:09 am
i climbed up some string to get to the top of the mountain. then it broke and I fell down and it really hurt.
» Posted By katie On 06.18.2008 @ 2:08 am
damn, pulled along
on your kite cutting
window and song
ran, ran along
with your sill
at my elbows
dragged, pulled along
on your razorwire string
with your song
» Posted By Katie On 06.18.2008 @ 1:18 am
life makes so much sense not to make any sense at all.
» Posted By katie On 06.19.2008 @ 10:10 am
the taste of sand changes when it’s
moving under your feet
in your lips where tears could catch
if you cried anymore, which I’m not
sure of, cause we haven’t talked for
about a month.
that’s me, always ripping everyone
else’s bandages off and forever
teasing at my own
I admired you for admitting that
then & now I just look back
and see that we teased at bandages
for far too long.
» Posted By Katie On 06.19.2008 @ 1:47 am
left me behind in a blue calloused dumpster
to gather my things and my rings and
feel finally relieved
i don’t have to carry round your ghost writings anymore
just admit you were a time bomb
left me behind but i’m better off
» Posted By Katie On 05.11.2008 @ 1:40 am
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I turned left seeing that red neon sign. I didn’t want to be there, not on that street. I had pulled my coat tightly around my neck as that cold stinging rain slid down my scalp. I had waited too long. I had lingered too near. This was my mistake. That left turn I had to take.
» Posted By Katie On 05.11.2008 @ 1:33 am