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There is none. You will not give, I will not give. I suppose we are at a standstill.
» Posted By KT On 04.15.2013 @ 2:31 pm
Shapes and colours, that’s all they were. She could not see past the lines that cut them out from the background; separated them from what lay in the distance. She tried to see what filled them in as well, but it was all blocked and dense.
» Posted By KT On 04.14.2013 @ 1:34 pm
I have attached an anchor to my leg. I was hoping that it would keep me grounded, but as it turns out it has been weighing me down. I was sure that this rusty chain would be much lighter, only helping me to slow down and smell the roses. Alas, I was wrong, and now I am slower than even the tortoise herself, drowning in the sea as I slowly sink down. What a fool I am.
» Posted By KT On 04.12.2013 @ 1:03 am
You are keeping me on welfare. You give me just enough to survive, poorly, but no more. Every morning when I get up, I know it is on you that I depend. I reach for my milk and know that it was you who bought it for me. I know that it is to you that I should be grateful. Yet somehow, I am never quite satisfied with your infuriating tidbits.
» Posted By KT On 04.11.2013 @ 10:10 am
It was dark and damp. Mud was no longer just caked on, it had become a part of your skin, scaly patches of crumbling defense. The stench was unbearable; smelling of rats, humans, wet and smoking shrapnel.
» Posted By KT On 04.08.2013 @ 10:21 pm
Cream cheese melting on the crunchy crust of a freshly toasted bagel. The taste of creamy cheese and sesame filling your mouth. The realization that it is as easy as owning a toaster. The joy of waking up to the smell of warm bread every morning after that. Bagels ♥.
» Posted By KT On 04.03.2013 @ 4:41 pm
It spread throughout her body like the plague. She could feel the burning seep into her muscles and catch fire there, crippling her and leaving her paralyzed. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream; she could do nothing but stare as the tears drained slowly down her face.
» Posted By KT On 03.31.2013 @ 5:13 pm
She is a whirlwind. She is a whirling dervish of activity, of thought, in speech, in action; nothing will slow her down. If a door shuts in the breeze of someone else’s wake, she will simply barrel through. She is a tornado.
» Posted By KT On 03.27.2013 @ 5:24 pm
She was destined to be a hero. It was written in the stars the very day that she was born, or so her mother told her. From her perch atop the tower she certainly felt like a hero. She could see all, from the tops of the trees to the farthest house.
» Posted By KT On 03.26.2013 @ 7:29 pm
It was a ferocious storm. Nothing was so cold or so brutal. It tore down the houses of many a poor sod, now forced to trek through mud and debris, digging for whatever belongings of theirs they could find. You said it wasn’t so bad. But then again, you were wrapped up and cozy beneath your blanket, watching the news anchor with the straight face on TV.
» Posted By KT On 03.25.2013 @ 11:19 pm
I wish that you would stop crying, so that you could listen instead. With all that sorrow pouring out of your mouth it is too difficult to hear the birds sing. That waterfall of tears and its roaring covers up the babble of the peaceful creek. It is no wonder the thundercloud above your head obscures the sunshine from your glistening eyes.
» Posted By KT On 03.24.2013 @ 10:47 pm
Sitting at the edge of the water, just listening to the crashing of the waves as the beat in a constant rhythm against the icy shore. I am a part of nature. I feel clear. I’m thinking clearly. This is where I belong.
» Posted By Kt On 03.24.2013 @ 2:08 pm
Polished, heavy, loud. Thunderous clanking and stomping, creating a sound that the earth makes when splitting apart at the seams. You cock your hips and lick your teeth. Who next to press under the heel of those mighty motherfuckers?
» Posted By KT On 03.24.2013 @ 12:01 am
I lay each one with care, spreading the mortar between them to keep them together. As my steady hands placed one on top of the other, I began to smile, proud of my handiwork. But when I left them out overnight, a storm began to brew, and I came back in the morning to see that the big bad wolf had blown my house down; mortar, bricks and all.
» Posted By KT On 03.22.2013 @ 1:13 pm
Beware, have caution, do not enter with your guard lowered. Take one step and you could plummet, down, down, down. Watch out, keep your eyes wide open, and don’t forget your flashlight on the long, winding stairs.
» Posted By KT On 03.20.2013 @ 1:12 pm
It pained me to write you that letter. Long and slow, it seemed as though my wrist moved at a snail’s pace, inching over the pristine white surface of intricately detailed paper, the kind you so liked with the roses, writing nothing but black lines that barely seemed to fit together.
» Posted By KT On 03.19.2013 @ 5:57 pm
I don’t know what this word means. To pick it up on the street in some form of book, or leaflet perhaps, i wouldn’t recognize it as anything special. To be hit over the head by it, I still wouldn’t know of its existence.
» Posted By KT On 03.18.2013 @ 7:45 pm
Smoke filled the air, its acrid stench clinging to everything. It was dark; an artificial cloud hung low over the sky. Smog and ash hovered in a line of dust that turned all it touched grey.
» Posted By KT On 03.17.2013 @ 6:00 pm
“That blasted boy! Where has he run off to now?”
Trees rushed past in a streaking blur of colour. His feet slammed down on the ground with tremendous force, propelling him back into the air with every leap. He gulped in forest air with every breath; never had he felt so alive.
» Posted By KT On 03.15.2013 @ 10:41 am
So many tales we are told as young girls. Almost all of them have a prince that comes to rescue the princess. Even if somehow the princess manages to save herself (for example, Mulan, who saves ALL OF CHINA YOU GO GIRL), she’s undoubtedly going to end up with a guy anyway, because everyone knows, that’s the only way you can get a true, well-rounded fairy tale happy ending.
Such garbage we teach our children, yet we expect all of them to grow up and be strong, independent, young women. Not all are so lucky. Many go on living their lives with these perverse expectations that in order to be happy they need to have a man.
Well listen here ladies. Straight, gay, bi, unintersted, whatever your sexual preferences, you shouldn’t have to define yourself by someone else. Be an individual. Do your own thing.
» Posted By Kt On 03.12.2013 @ 10:14 am
Sit down, little lad, let me tell you a tale. It starts in the days of my glorious youth. I will show you the path, I will lead you to truth; let nothing of what you’ve heard before stifle your curiosity. Let me sit you here, in front of my knee, where you may see what has become of me.
» Posted By KT On 03.11.2013 @ 4:55 pm
The ground was so dry, parched and dusty grey. Nothing could grow on that soil. The earth cracked as creatures, both big and small pounded their paws across the surface. Plants desperately clawed for purchase, but eventually gave up and withered.
» Posted By KT On 03.10.2013 @ 5:25 pm
I don’t understand people who commit suicide. I understand wanting to stop the stress, the pressure, the pain, or whatever else it may be that makes them feel so awful. But to want to outright end their lives, and end any chances of future happiness? I can’t understand. Right now I can feel my self control withering, as the realization of how god-awfully ill-prepared I am for this stage in my life hits me like a bus, leaving me sobbing and broken-feeling. Yet the thought of suicide doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. Perhaps I have not yet felt the emotional trauma that a suicidal person experiences, and I hope I never will. But for now, the only thing keeping me going is the thought of all of this ending, at some point in the future, when I can finally start doing what I really want to do.
» Posted By Kt On 03.10.2013 @ 5:20 pm
It’s rough and ragged, there’s a rock in my shoe. I will walk as long as I must before thirst forces me to sit and take a gulp of soothing water. I wish that I could take a picture with my eyes of the scenery; it would be more clear and in focus than any camera photo.
» Posted By KT On 03.09.2013 @ 11:21 pm
and also I’d like to thank my fans, for their continued support along the whirlwind journey that is my life. Without the little people, I wouldn’t have been able to make it this far.
» Posted By Kt On 03.09.2013 @ 11:09 am
And, in addition to, as well as, with, together, combined, mixed, made, created, born, given life.
» Posted By KT On 03.08.2013 @ 8:26 pm
I am done asking for signals. Why do we need signals anyways? As long as were happy in the moment of doing something, why do we need a signal? I’ve spent what feels like my life waiting for signals so that I may understand what it going on, but I understand I don’t need a reason. Sometimes because it makes me happy is a good enough reason.
» Posted By kt On 03.06.2013 @ 11:27 pm
You shot those fireworks straight up into the sky. I laughed and danced in their warm glow. The colours rained down on my in the form of bursting sparks, and I flinched and giggled as the bangs pierced the night air. I was reminded of a flare as the stream of shooting light snaked its way up and up and up.
» Posted By KT On 03.06.2013 @ 1:27 pm
My eyes were shut tight, just like you had asked. I took one step and then another, trusting you with all the might I could muster at that age. When I began to smell the blood I knew something was wrong. But you soothed me with your voice, so I continued on; the little lamb to slaughter.
» Posted By KT On 03.04.2013 @ 10:34 pm
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The lamest of the group, the one with little ambition, except to live. Left behind while the rest pursue their dreams, excelling at school and in their workplaces, the weakling stays as she always has, dreaming dreams too big for her pathetic, talentless self, condemned to a life of mediocrity and disappointment.
» Posted By Kt On 03.03.2013 @ 1:31 pm