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it is a funny thing. it can drive people mad, sending themselves over the tips of cliffs and skyscrapers. it can only buy you happiness if what you seek is not love. ohhh to be wealthy, so many people dream it, but those who live it often resent it. and so confusion rears its ugly head.

» Posted By kira On 01.06.2009 @ 4:22 pm


she sat with her legs swinging methodically over the edge of the dock. her toes curled in thought, mulling over all those philosophical questions that no one seems to have the answers to. the air was tangy and sharp, a smoke puff of storm clouds loomed on the horizon. she tipped her head back and sighed, just feeling the pin-pricks of seawater pierce the soft soles of her feet.

» Posted By kira On 12.15.2008 @ 4:32 pm


most obvious…

» Posted By kira On 03.16.2009 @ 2:47 pm


This is a villain. A what? A villain. A what? A villain. Oooh, a villain!

» Posted By kira On 07.15.2008 @ 8:45 am


The scarf whipped across her face in a frenzy, alive and vicious. Red marks bit her cheeks, rubbed raw from the lashings of the tartan scarf secured around her neck. She was at the mercy of the wind, and it was not treating her generously.

» Posted By kira On 07.17.2008 @ 11:06 am

The scarf whipped across her face in a frenzy, alive and vicious. Red marks bit her cheeks, rubbed raw from the lashings of the tartan scarf secured around her neck. She was at the mercy of the wind, and it was not treating her generously.

» Posted By kira On 07.17.2008 @ 11:01 am


you stare up at me with menace between your cracks. dips and notches and bumps all positioned just so, just so as to trip me up. you pave my way, perhaps i take you for granted? too many gum blobs, not enough fried eggs. where do you really end? i guess i am sorry to have treated you with harsh feet. truce?

» Posted By kira On 12.12.2008 @ 12:59 pm

The sidewalk where I step every day, filled with cracks and wear. I watch my steps in the lazy afternoon, crossing the street, to the sidewalk, as it seems to point the way home. The concrete is warm, and holds me as well as the other students that pass. The sidewalk hold my steps as they echo and create the music as others pass.

» Posted By Kira On 12.12.2008 @ 2:13 am


Delicious, black and stringy. No salty kinds please. Good n’ Plenties were a building block of my childhood. Being the only one that likes it means it doesn’t get stolen. Wheels and bits.


» Posted By Kira On 09.02.2009 @ 10:56 pm


It’s like a repeat of every song you’ve ever known, every person you’ve ever loved, and while it claims to be new, it’s not really. It’s old, like you are, sometimes. Even when you feel young, the radio is always there, reminding you of how very old we all are. Even when we’re not. It’s like a sitcom. It’s like a goodbye. And every song is like you, and I ache.

» Posted By Kira On 08.11.2009 @ 1:20 pm


this is mental. Retarded. Crazy. I don’t think this is going well for me. I mean, look at the situation. How can something go so wrong? It was all planned out very well. Don’t think I’m not crazy, because I am! This is all gibberish! All mental! It’s happening in my head, and I want it to stop happening! I don’t want it to happen at all! I want to be sane again! Sane! AGAIN! I want to be sane!

» Posted By Kira On 02.21.2009 @ 2:40 am


yeah, i was startled. and not in a good way. i was startled because i felt betrayed, torn apart. i felt cheated and lied to and shamefaced. i felt simply destroyed.

» Posted By kira On 11.02.2008 @ 1:22 pm


once apon a time there was a farmer and his wife. they lived on a nice little farm on the outskirts of town, and had built up a good life for themselves. on the far edge of their farm, there was a hill with a cherry blossom set upon it. The tree always seemed to be so terribly alone, because the hill was away from all else on the farm.

» Posted By Kira On 10.05.2008 @ 11:32 am


i am wanting things set for the future. trips, lips, hips, ships, slip. my toes curl under themselves, digging crescent moon cuts into the padding of my feet. my lashes don’t curl themselves, like the cats tail does flicker. blue hot light, candles dancing, sprites, coke, broke. do you want a smoke? what a joke, a laugh, a fucking sham. rock. lock. walk. on water, wooden toes and knotted feet, tied hands, tapped mouthes, open eyes, closed hearts, a dart. a bullseye, a house fly, you flee, daring thoughts and impossible minds. blind. to the future, always wanting, always wishing, never thinking, always drinking. do you want a sip?

» Posted By kira On 08.29.2008 @ 7:46 am


i love throwing fits. it feels good to mess things up for a change. not to be the tape or the glue but the stupid child who ruined that book on marry poppins in the first place. i like to throw drinks. i like to throw plates and rakes and if i had a snake, i’d throw that too. my stomach is calm now, the eye of the storm, but just a moment ago i felt like crying and laughing and hurting things all at once. i wanted to break exquisite china and giggle at raunchy jokes and shed liquid drops of emotion. instead i threw back my neck and laughed openly, supressing tears and fears and screams stuck in my throat. i wish my life were more like the movie Vicky Christian Barcelona. i wish woody allen would make a cameo.

» Posted By kira On 09.01.2008 @ 2:40 pm


She thought about her many memories. dusty, faded, slowly loosing the gleam of freshness and taking on a new fur coat. a coat of candy, a coat of wax, a coat of old and days gone past. how strange it was, to loose something only belonging to yourself. something always kept in the same place. do memories die? were they ever living? why do we let them fade?

» Posted By kira On 07.08.2008 @ 11:49 am


Sounds come in many ways, but they all come in diferent frequencies. Someimtes te frequency is pleasant and sometimes it’s not so nice. So think about your frequency next time you speak :)

» Posted By Kira On 07.08.2008 @ 2:49 am


leave a trail of dust so i can follow you to the deep dark forest in your heart. listen to the crunching and the scuffling of the fairies in our midst. be quiet can you hear them? they only talk in whispers.

» Posted By kira On 06.28.2008 @ 6:35 am


pardon me miss, did you find your cat yet? the one with the two toned eyes and funny smile? i saw her buying tuna last weekend, funny thing. happy birthday anyway though. over the hill for you ma’am!

» Posted By kira On 06.26.2008 @ 8:27 am


raw like my face when the wind hits like i wish to be a snowboarder. i’m kind of thinking about a baby’s bottom, but that’s weird. raw foods might be a good diet rather than vegetarianism, but i don’t think i have the dedication. i wonder when 60 seconds is up.

» Posted By Kira On 04.24.2008 @ 8:50 am


I finally told them all. It had been building up in my soul for so long it had formed a canyon. I felt so free now, but I still had to wait for the reaction. Nanoseconds ticked by like decades as my mother opened her mouth.

» Posted By Kira On 09.28.2009 @ 12:35 pm


i think the aligning of things is a little silly, why not let things be free? like the wind? the wind is never aligned. just take a second to think about that! haha! so what do you think about bookshelves not being aligned? i think that makes sense! woohoo!

» Posted By kira On 12.20.2009 @ 7:05 pm


My childhood animal is a bunny. He’s beautiful, majestic and consistently reminds me of the innocence of my childhood. Whenever I’m upset he’s still there- the only constant in an ever-changing world. Bunnies are the most beautiful and lucrative creatures in the world, hopping through fields and bringing hope to all in the wolrd

» Posted By Kira On 03.28.2010 @ 7:19 pm


Timing. We find that so much of our lives are caught up in timing; be it that timing was in our favor or not, we’re just as much victims to timing as fate. Walking across the street, a minute in either direction cars were rushing by, yet by timing, we survive.

» Posted By Kira On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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