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I don’t know I don’t know, what’s in an embrace? Do you need it? Do you want it?
As quickly as you’re embraced is as quickly as you realise you’re alone.
» Posted By Katrina On 06.13.2011 @ 4:13 pm
He is my beloved. At least that’s what I think. We met at a party in a country we were both foreign to, but somehow we weren’t foreign to each other. He is far and close simultaneously, I am his and belong to no one with him.
» Posted By Katrina On 06.12.2011 @ 12:54 pm
I never listen to the radio anymore. I don’t really know why. Maybe because it’s filled with all of the same nonsensical bullshit music. I hate that crap. Mindless drones. I don’t know why people listen to songs about sex, and bitches, and drugs. Pointless, if you ask me.
» Posted By Katrina On 06.03.2011 @ 9:26 pm
The montage of photos sitting in the room left me astounded, breathless even. I walked through the open hallways, viewing every image as its own memory. They called to me, every single one. Each had their own story of love, death, even forgetfulness. My favorite was of the adolescent girl who struggled to sleep because of the crickets playing music outside her window. I thought of myself as I dissected that image. It reminded me of those restless nights, hearing the beauty of nature, and not being able to reach the peace that the forest itself had obtained.
» Posted By Katrina On 05.31.2011 @ 4:36 pm
I go to eat. The food is simple and the word feels homie. Philippines. Where art thou. Your canteens make me feel special. No such thing as a cafeteria or restaurant. Canteens are where its at!
» Posted By Katrina On 05.26.2011 @ 4:17 pm
i think of a fire and maybe torches that keep bugs away and camps and campfires and spending time with family in georgia. these torches remind me of the ducks we raised when I was young and how they were lit in the backyard when one of the ducks was eaten by a snake and my dad killed the snake. tragic night for young katrina.
» Posted By katrina On 05.25.2011 @ 12:09 pm
Chemistry. Mole is important in chemistry and chemistry is something you have with everyone you meet in life. With chemistry comes love. Love makes the world go round.
» Posted By Katrina On 05.18.2011 @ 8:07 pm
Something about disheveled, poor, people living with pieces of old equipment parked in the back yard. Dogs tied to stakes or even trees, barking at every passerby. Not clean, smelly, small and tight. Places were the heat is trapped in the summer and the cold permeates in the winter. A place that’s not a home…. it’s just a building.
» Posted By Katrina On 04.26.2011 @ 1:10 pm
Guitars. Music. Joy. Happiness. Everything wonderful and beautiful and pleasing to the ear. Joy, aesthetic qualities, erveryth feel when I strum. Ringing straight to my soul, the harmonies align within, creating a sense of euphoria in my mind. Music; it’s love of a different kind.
» Posted By Katrina On 04.18.2011 @ 5:43 pm
one day i just had a great time because my friend was explaining how she met batman and her story was hysterical! I think that you should ask Romilda about it because that is her name and she loves to share stories about her amazingly awesome life!! so don’t hold back, ask her! Please i beg of you! quickly!
» Posted By Katrina On 04.15.2011 @ 12:04 am
It was amazing. Her hair. Her skin. It made me tremble. but what was worse were those eyes. Blue and deep. Her laugh, made me hysterical.
» Posted By katrina On 04.14.2011 @ 6:51 pm
bees are cute and fluffy
they sip sweet nectar from the beautiful flowers
MMM FAT BUMBLEBEES :D
» Posted By Katrina On 03.08.2011 @ 7:18 pm
Specifically the word specific means precise.. precise reminds me of chhavi, because of her preciseness at being CRACKED!! cracked reminds me of the website cracked chavvi was using.. chhavi and cracked are an alluiterration.. yayie!! i think of ms paalvai nopw! ;)
» Posted By katrina On 03.03.2011 @ 2:40 am
sorry card, happy card, sick card, congratulation card, thank you card, gender card, race card, fuck tard, who’s hard?
» Posted By katrina On 02.20.2011 @ 8:48 am
Inventing is so stupid I mean why do people invent invent invent. That’s All I hear about. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, this is so stupid. And I already am making so many typos. ERGH. I took some time to fix my typo of the word INVENT earlier
» Posted By Katrina On 02.18.2011 @ 12:27 pm
once i was tangled up in a string of things wrapped around other things, like a web of lies that devoured my very being. there was no real way to escape, nothing you could say could free me from the mess. weary, i find inside myself the strength to unravel all the troubles around me. You may have forgotten me, but I will free myself from you.
» Posted By Katrina On 02.17.2011 @ 5:56 pm
your face. i don’t like it. you’re wrong because i don’t want it. it’s wrong becauuse the standardized testing system is a fluke and children are being taught ridiculous thigns that will never be relevant to their lives. but i do like theprice is RIGHT.
» Posted By katrina On 12.16.2010 @ 9:59 am
sheets? what are they? pieces of paper? something you place on your mattress? anything can be derived from the word. the word itself is a question in my opinion, i mean what is a sheet, honestly? what is the puropse of it really? i don’t even know if there is one, they are annoying.
» Posted By Katrina On 12.14.2010 @ 10:52 pm
Willow trees are old and they remind me of the Boston Common. It’s a drooping willow and my sister and I used to play underneath it, sneaking in and out of it’s branches, hiding from our parents, pretending that we couldn’t be seen. When we were young, that is. I used to love the common. We’d buy just the crusts of bread and feed the ducks.
» Posted By Katrina On 12.07.2010 @ 7:58 pm
A willow sat on the waters edge of a pond long forgotten. Its branches sagged to the ground and seemed to be weeping with the neglect the park it calls it home has seen. Not five years ago kids hung from its branches and the shouts from them rang out across the still water.
» Posted By Katrina On 12.07.2010 @ 4:57 pm
he always wore that stupid copper bracelet. The thing he swore always took away his pain. You remember thinking how could someone so smart fall for something so stupid. Now, as you hold it in you palm. It doesn’t seem stupid at all. this stupid copper bracelet is all that’s left of him.
» Posted By katrina On 11.29.2010 @ 6:07 pm
I understand that I have no feelings about this word. I don’t even know what I’m writing. What is understood. I wish that I understood about my own life. I with I understood my body because it’s so medically complicated. It’s all I think about. Medical shit, medical shit, medical shit. it’s ridiculous. My body is full of pills and pills and more pills that I take and don’t even know what they do. Pills. I always write about pills, going back to pills. I wish I understood why I’m so lonely. Well I guess I understand that but I wish I understood why nobody would fix it for me.
» Posted By Katrina On 11.25.2010 @ 7:44 pm
You are certifiable. You hear things. You see things you shouldn’t. You create turbulence and turmoil. Your mind is a veritable junkyard, filled with snippets of things you can’t grasp and memories you can’t quite remember.
» Posted By katrina On 11.15.2010 @ 1:27 am
she stood standing alone. Atop a hill, wondering is there more than this? How can anyone be so sure about anything. She stood, thinking, how will I know when to jump?
» Posted By katrina On 08.19.2010 @ 11:57 pm
i stood amongst the children screaming and laughing and running around in frantic circles searching for fun. i smiled at the playfulness of youth before wondering- why am i standing? and i jumped into it, looking for worms and chasing
» Posted By Katrina On 08.19.2010 @ 10:28 pm
Stood makes me think “I stood there” but stood there for what? Stood there in the rain? Stood there while he ran off with my heart? stood there while I watched my best friend walk away? Stood. Or I think only the present is positive Stood implies inaction when there should have been action.
» Posted By Katrina On 08.19.2010 @ 6:48 pm
There was a kid who had nothing to give. She went to the party. Alone. She brought what she had. It wasn’t much. She opened her hand and showed it to the hostess. The hostess smiled.
» Posted By Katrina On 07.21.2010 @ 3:22 pm
I read a poem once about a vase. It was about how empty american women are inside. I don’t think that’s true. I’m very deep. I use vases for things other than flowers. I keep accidentally hitting the non period button. That time I hit it. Cool. I am infatuated with Jason Taylor. Typing in the dark is hard to do. Sometimes its hard to know whether I’m just infatuated or if it’s something more. Am I done typing yet? I’ve been typing this whole time they didn’t warn me when to stop. I feel cheated. They should really make it more noticable. Ok I think I’m almost done now. Yipee!
» Posted By Katrina On 07.20.2010 @ 10:30 pm
I never walk my dog. I think I should, he’s a pit bull. I think he needs to get all that excess energy out. He never does, always riled up. I feel bad, I love him so much.
» Posted By Katrina On 07.15.2010 @ 5:22 pm
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I carved some things in my fiber art class. I made some stamps. They weren’t very good. Nothing I ever did in that class was very good. We made bowls out of magazines and mine was the shittiest of them all.
» Posted By Katrina On 06.29.2010 @ 2:34 pm