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i slip i slide, i slowly glide through life, ike a slow motion skid across the hardwood kitchen floor in my fuzzy socks.
i merely glide
» Posted By mk On 11.28.2009 @ 9:28 am
im a pumpkin, a bumpkin, a small town and a slight frown, when the sweet things run dry. i close my eyes and recall a costumed world, dark, and lovely
» Posted By mk On 11.27.2009 @ 9:39 am
i lost my shield, i lost the house when it came down. i lost the blue paint with the white trim and the cold floor on calloused feet. i slept without blankets and woke up to my skin numb. i lost my shield however i stay awake, now.
» Posted By mk On 11.04.2009 @ 6:59 pm
this is where the show starts, the breakdown of a spark flown from the sky through my eyes gazing up at yours
» Posted By mk On 11.24.2009 @ 6:18 pm
If I knew I were going to write about texture I’d prepare myself for it but since I got 60 seconds I just want to think about the textures I see out in the nature, on your face, hell even on MY face if any of this is making any sense.
» Posted By MK On 12.11.2009 @ 3:25 pm
it was geometry class. she was looking over at me for probably the sixth time that day. her name was elise, and i don’t remember anything else about her. the teacher was talking about acute and obtuse angles, and how they related to triangles. on my paper, i had a series of tallies to keep track of how many times elise had looked at me. i got yelled at for this. many times.
» Posted By MK On 03.02.2010 @ 8:21 pm
Garage. Musty room, dust, cobwebs. Hanging light casting rythmic light around the corners. Lost treasures and horrors. Stuff from years of collecting. Sifting through the rummage. Anyone’s guess whether worthwhile or waste.
» Posted By mk On 01.28.2010 @ 3:41 pm
Hero’s journey. Sandal-clad trek down a dirt road, staff in hand. Sunshine through wispy clouds. Blue skies. Looming city of white marble. Clouds ahead. Pushing through the hoi polloi.
» Posted By mk On 01.26.2010 @ 11:17 am
Legendary. Based in reality. Morality tale reinforcing values. Boiled down to the basics. Archetypical. Culturally unique. Quest for the nearly impossible. Wings built from feathers. Escaping the tower.
» Posted By mk On 01.25.2010 @ 5:01 pm
I have no idea what to write about this word…it makes me think of pouring a drink. not an alcoholic drink, but something like lemoade. Pouring lemonade on the hottest summer day imaginable. um…yeah.
» Posted By MK On 01.17.2010 @ 9:26 pm
feet walking, trampling, stomping, to move forward, pushforward, i don’t know la la la
» Posted By mk On 10.15.2009 @ 11:58 am
sooner or later, i want to go up there and sing my heart into the microphone. I want to hear my voice being projected into the audience, I want to feel the vibe within myself. I want to feel the rush of adrenaline, hear that audience’s applause and bow so that my forehead touches the floor.
» Posted By MK On 10.27.2009 @ 11:01 pm
the modern world is now dead. we have entered the realm of postmodernism, in which our technology is advancing at an exponential rate and simultaneously human culture and art is deteriorating within our society. We are heading farther away than what we can call modern.
» Posted By mk On 10.20.2009 @ 11:42 am
Fine craftsmanship but dull. Handy in a total war. Well, until the add muskets. And bows. And spears.
I guess, not really. oh well. that’s the word I get to write about. Blades of glory? lame movie.
» Posted By mk On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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jingling. a subtle alarm. as the guard walked past the seemingly resting prisoners, the movement of his hips signaled his position and when they were at a safe distance to begin their work. As the sound rounded the corner, the prisoners “woke” and began digging.
» Posted By mk On 02.09.2010 @ 12:48 pm