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support

Support me until I fall upon the dirty ground, where my tainted soul belongs.
Keep holding my hand until I draw back, ready to strike and recoil with emotions washing over my face and heart.
I can’t take it anymore, nothing is holding me up. So let me fall down the abyss into your arms.

» Posted By Kristen On 01.09.2011 @ 10:32 pm

route

On route to new mexico driving along an abandoned railway, music lightly humming in the back of my mind. I heard nothing but the sweet melody of your song for miles of blistering pavement.

» Posted By Kristen On 01.01.2011 @ 4:37 pm

library

I go to the library a lot. Nevermind, I used to go to the library a lot but now I owe them ninety dollars. So I do not go there anymore, for I do not have $90 to give them. I steal from the library now. Just kidding. Maybe…

» Posted By kristen On 01.01.2011 @ 4:45 am

split

split. i split up with my boyfriend. i split open his heart. i split open my future. I put back together my life. i put back together my dreams.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.30.2010 @ 4:10 pm

lucky

what is luck? who has it? all it takes is being at the right place, at the right time, with the right attitude… recognizing how to make the most of what you have. Be creative, make your own luck. YOU are lucky!

» Posted By kristen On 12.27.2010 @ 6:03 pm

I am a very lucky person. Everything works out for me eventually, it seems. But is it luck? Do I even believe in luck? I think there’s something bigger going on in my life than mere coincidence. My ways are being orchestrated, and everything falls into place like a puzzle.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.27.2010 @ 11:56 am

paperclips

are very useful you can pick locks teeth, and hold paper together. what could be better then a paper clip, a hand dandy paper clip

» Posted By kristen On 12.22.2010 @ 6:42 pm

cannon

I don’t feel like writing about a cannon. Cannons are big and scary and can you just imagine how scary that must’ve been back in the day when people actually used those in war and stuff? Imagine a huge heavy bowling ball type thing being hurled at your head. That would suck. I’m glad I’ve never had to experience that.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.19.2010 @ 4:44 pm

boa

a boa? like a boa constrictor? or like the one you wear around your neck? Either is cool. I appreciate them both. B to the o to the a HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

» Posted By Kristen On 12.17.2010 @ 6:11 pm

wrong

Wrongness is the legacy of the human race. We cannot escape it. We are constantly wrong. We are so wrong it seems right sometimes. Or most times. We will always have some degree of it, no matter how right we get. It is a constant.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.15.2010 @ 9:55 pm

sheets

I never wanted to see those sheets again. When I woke up in them, I kicked them away like a deadly creature. Those sheets were evidence of our failed love.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.14.2010 @ 11:18 am

temper

I have a slightly vicious temper. I don’t like being around other people much because they tend to set me off and make me angry. Temper is a funny thing, especially mine. I am so happy one moment and then the next, i’m completely horrible. When people are with me they often say that i’m cranky. The truth of the matter is that i’m just a cold hearted bitch that no one likes to be with.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.12.2010 @ 8:00 pm

bunny

The little bunny went hopping down the street. He was a silly bunny, with big red eyes and a white body and tail. This bunny wanted to kill everyone and eat their souls. Take it from me, he was not a very nice bunny. i do not like bunnies anymore. I do not like anything anymore because this fucking bunny ate me and my soul. What a dick.

» Posted By Kristen On 12.02.2010 @ 8:42 pm

understood

He understood. He understood my reluctance to life, and to him. He got that I didn’t want to do certain things, and that those things were just too old, and too mature for me. He understood that he just had to wait and not pressure me. I can’t thank him enough for that. I’ve had many guys before in my lifetime, but never one that understood. Not like him anyway. He was different. A good different.

Okay. Enough of this crazy talk. Understood? Pshht. Yeah right. He understood just as much a parent understands a depressed teenager. Not at all. I can’t even believe I just put that he was different and that he understood. What a cliche. He pressured and fought, and was the most un-understanding person I’ve ever met. Pfft. Understood. What. A. Lie.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.25.2010 @ 9:34 pm

flakes

my grandfather eats corn flakes every morning for breakfast. Sometimes however his breakfast is at 4 am. i hear the spoon hitting the sides of the bowl, and i think just because its that early those sounds are heightened.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.22.2010 @ 8:26 pm

killed

His imagination was killed. Everything that had once motivated, and inspired was gone for all eternity into the abyss of what might how been. It was a shame, really, watching as he slowly realized how much he had lost in his ongoing fight to keep everything he had just the way it was now. I don’t pity him now though, knowing that he hasn’t slept in ages from the pressure he had put on himself. It was his fault. And anyways, he had lost his imagination. All he had to do was find a new one. That’s not that hard to do, is it?

» Posted By Kristen On 11.18.2010 @ 8:11 pm

cowboy

He honestly believed he was a cowboy. He bought the hat, the shoes, the spurs. He bought it all. His dreams consisted of riding his horse into the sunset, and daydreaming showdowns with his arch nemesis, Mandarin Magic. Stupid name by the way. He even admits it. But it’s what his overly conscious mind told him to call him. It wasn’t even sure what brought this on to begin with. Maybe the trip to the old abandoned town, or that one movie with that one actor who portrayed an actor that one time. he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a cowboy. Whether other people accepted that or not, well, that was a different story.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.16.2010 @ 5:53 pm

ivy

your words like ivy creeping up around me. dusky green seductive tendrils, lies threaten to choke.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.15.2010 @ 11:44 pm

market

Shopping! I like shopping for fresh fruit and veggies in the local market! Reminds me of when I was in Sydney at Paddys Markets. Gosh, I love them! I wish I was back there right now. So many bargains.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.14.2010 @ 1:15 am

certain

I can be certain that I love him. But the fact that he is still with Tiffany just proves that he must not be certain about me… That is the hardest fact I must learn to face in my newly adult life.

» Posted By Kristen On 11.11.2010 @ 9:55 pm

adventure

i want to go on a wild trip without anything planed…. i would go to so many places and meet new people…. it would be an epic adventure…. i would love to just pack up and leave one day.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.30.2010 @ 11:12 pm

microwave

molly didn’t like her microwave. she didn’t like to lie inside of it, waiting for the popcorn to butter up in her stomach. she liked to think that everything was worth a minute, but she prepared the food rare, like a snake pretending to be a hotdog.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.22.2010 @ 3:26 pm

costume

Wear the winnings of your heart
and you’ll soon be leaving me back to the start.
Your letting catch a hold of something new,
when you’ll end up letting me go, just like the old ones.
I’m turning arround, tthe masquerade.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.21.2010 @ 8:32 am

bear

lover, you’ve enveloped me. clawing my eyes out, ripping my skin out, wreathing into boughs of holly with my own intestines. i’m making your babies as we speak, and wearing them like sacks of joy around my neck, the same collar you grabbed onto as you slammed me into the door.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.14.2010 @ 9:27 pm

sheet

white, blankless and leaving me to shreds. i’ve hidden under you, touching myself like a lover touching their first. and i wish it was a real person. pathetic, but you always make me feel better, as i hide beneath you. leave me alone, it’s not incest, it’s faith.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.13.2010 @ 9:39 pm

flannel

The world is you. I love smelling it and I love the dirt smudged on your collar. I love fucking it. We live in you, babe. And I miss the old you. I miss the old me. But I’m trying to move on to the new material.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.12.2010 @ 11:10 pm

Dirty love; I’ve smelled your smudged collar too many times. And each new instance with this new bud, I feel lost.

» Posted By Kristen On 10.12.2010 @ 11:06 pm

sunlight

the sunlight can be refreshing, relaxing, yet give you energy or even blind you in the eye if you stare at it to much. it can be the life of many or the death of some. plants loev sun except for my plant, it’s on it’s last days from having to much sunlight.

» Posted By kristen On 10.11.2010 @ 3:51 pm

hostage

i was held hostage in mexico. they wanted to take off my clothes and touch my parts. i told them no, and spit in their faces. they beat me with spiked clubs.

» Posted By Kristen On 09.24.2010 @ 10:33 pm

upstairs

I was afraid to see him. I was standing there at the bottom or the stairs. Taking one step at a time. Wanting so badly to run down them and away from him. What would he say? Does he even still care?

» Posted By Kristen On 09.11.2010 @ 8:58 pm

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