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I am not driven to write my thank you letters. I really need to be doing this, but I am here instead. Actually I recieved my license three days ago, yet I still need to be driven places because my mother does not trust me.
» Posted By MK On 06.14.2010 @ 12:57 pm
The bird flew above the field, scanning quickly over the girl who was watching it intently. “Look at that hawk,” she whispered to herself. She sighed, a short exhale that she was herself unaware of, wishing she was as free as that hawk above her.
» Posted By MK On 06.08.2010 @ 11:23 am
Starlight, star bright… she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wished with everything that was in her. “I wish I was a normal elf,” she whispered to herself and to the lucky star above her.
» Posted By MK On 06.04.2010 @ 9:53 am
the train went down the tracks and suddenly everything was new again. I didn’t know where I was going, who I was with, I was just on a train on tracks in this strange world of ours
» Posted By MK On 05.31.2010 @ 2:01 pm
I think of the movie Castaway with what’s his face… I can’t think of his name. The only name that I can think of is WILSON!!! The freaking volleyball that he finds and becomes friends with.
» Posted By mk On 04.19.2010 @ 9:50 pm
with others. with yourself. downy. patience. time. rivers flowing. heart beats. babies. elderly. I wish someone would be gentle with me – then maybe I wouldn’t have to be so.. aggresive or abrasive. That would be really nice.
» Posted By mk On 04.27.2009 @ 12:20 pm
piddle fall in earth shocked by fires, clean wide girths
separate like spheres of clouds
whirling through gray nebulae
where is your final ring to rest
By your final grave
» Posted By mk On 01.27.2009 @ 1:09 am
in the sky changing stars with diamonds, laughing
mortal, yes, but so atlantic, over the ocean, knowing it’s all one. Tulle, and ballerinas never wishing they could be her
Just the image, not the woman
In her brief enchanted photograph
» Posted By MK On 01.24.2009 @ 2:28 pm
pop! your toes are like grapes, my sweet, dear friend. they are round and full like bursting grapes, but your toes will not burst. And you smell so good, like the scent of happiness and youthful joy. I like you. I love you. My sweet, grape-toed friend.
» Posted By MK On 01.17.2009 @ 2:46 am
She wore the bracelet every day, starting when she woke up, she went over to her dresser, and slipped it on. It was neon yellow, with a pink stripe that ran along it. Everyone saw it, and was immediately envious. One day, she lost the bracelet. She never takes it off, but on this day, as she was wearing it, it slipped off, and rolled down the incline of the monkey exhibit at the zoo, and down to the grass where the monkey lay. He picked it up and slipped it on. The bracelet was gone.
» Posted By MK On 03.30.2009 @ 5:26 pm
tie around the neck. eat all up really fast. colors Hermes centenary pattern from France.
» Posted By MK On 07.17.2008 @ 11:48 am
neckware cold striped french funny word fashion statement mittons to match
» Posted By mk On 07.17.2008 @ 8:07 am
What does constant mean to me?
I like consistancy in people. I like it when they display a behvior and then keep it up. it shows that they have a professional side to them, and it implies that they care about what message they give off.
not that i am consistant in any way. i have the reputation of a flake :(
» Posted By MK On 09.01.2009 @ 10:30 am
fly in the air and they are like a triangle, they poop everywhere, they protect their little ones, and one bit me once, i tried to catch it with a leash, and it attacked me. they aren’t too friendly i guess, but its ok, anyway they are sometimes pretty, but not usually, ha i just beat the game cuz i am not finishing the sentence, beat that game!
» Posted By MK On 08.08.2009 @ 1:25 pm
The boat idled in the harbor as the setting sun finally vanished behind the storm clouds. Two bodies stole from the cabin into the fresh air, washing away the affair.
» Posted By mk On 08.05.2009 @ 10:35 am
cool ice cream, on a summer day. my friends splashing me witht the waterballons they put ice in. Movies, and popcorn (icee) road trips with my brother. licking the ice drips in winter. fun.
» Posted By mk On 08.01.2009 @ 3:28 pm
That’s how the floors in our old house were. Worn and cool and smooth, I would lay on them during the hot nights, making pictures on the stucco ceiling above me.
You stayed over once. We talked of fish and bears and you said no.
» Posted By MK On 07.30.2009 @ 10:42 am
she held the note in the palm of her white pale shaking hands. It seemed to draw her eyes, made her emotions fade and rage in turns. The slight, slanting letters danced in front of her tear filled eyes. Little drops fell into her palm and onto the note.
» Posted By MK On 07.16.2009 @ 2:51 pm
Hot water the shower keeps me sane clean fresh new I start each day this way. The mind is open and clear. The spray washes away the troubles and pain and fear. Life is good under the spray.
» Posted By Mk On 07.14.2009 @ 11:15 pm
be gentle with me. i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
it has happened before. i felt pain and then just numb. it took a long time to put me back together so please, be gentle with me.
i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
» Posted By mk On 10.26.2008 @ 9:00 pm
it doesn’t end well.
» Posted By mk On 10.12.2008 @ 10:40 pm
this flight or fight feeling is killing me. a part of mean wants to run, but the rest of me wants to stay here and suffer the battle.
if i had a sword, i would take it and cut the world into a million little pieces. i would take those pieces, hand them to a stranger and ask them, HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT THIS BACK TOGETHER? would she sit there and try to fix it or would she throw them out? flight or fight…
“to be or not to be” … that is the answer.
if i asked you to, would you save my life? or would you leave me here to die?
flight or fight?
» Posted By mk On 10.09.2008 @ 10:50 pm
deep in the earth is a bean. just a bean. it’s green and yellow and has a slimy feeling to it. it has a raw smell and what is lovely is when you put it in a hill of dried dung, it turns out to be the best meal ever!
» Posted By MK On 10.05.2008 @ 5:37 pm
johnny hill was my best friend and my lover. he touched my soul, my heart, my mind and did it with humor and lightness. he was solid and true and he loved me too. i miss you johnny hill.
» Posted By MK On 10.04.2008 @ 3:50 pm
i am feathered in fear.
i am feathered in hate.
i hate not knowing what to do.
my life has been plucked.
yet, a heavy grief lingers on my skin.
i’m going to lose you aren’t i?
i’m not prepared for this.
and there it is again …
feathered in fear.
feathered in hate.
feathered in the wrongs things to make this right.
tell me how to make this right.
you want to lose me don’t you?
i’m not prepared for this.
» Posted By mk On 09.27.2008 @ 9:41 pm
The sun is currently radiating on my back porch.
It looks warm.
I’m sitting inside in the air conditioning.
It’s a funny paradox.
» Posted By mk On 06.07.2008 @ 8:06 am
Fine white like snow or flour. grist in the mill. finely ground. powder horn, fine but scratchy textured gun powder poured into a musket or pistol flint lock. warlike to nature’s serenity.
» Posted By mk On 01.14.2010 @ 4:15 pm
Wrenching, twisting facial muscles. Twitchy nose. Flaring nostrils. Relaxing face. Eyes close. Exhale slowly. Mmm.
» Posted By mk On 01.08.2010 @ 5:41 pm
Shining pilar. Ivory, brick. Circling clouds. Piercing a brilliant blue sky. Daunting. A long approach. Guarding. Like a needle.
» Posted By mk On 01.05.2010 @ 1:12 pm
Back To Stats Page
give me something i can see
i can feel
i can touch and grab and taste and
» Posted By mk On 11.29.2009 @ 8:29 pm