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It was saturday and normally i would ride my horse but today i had to leave town and i missed my horse, i shall make it up to him tomorrow.
» Posted By K On 11.13.2018 @ 12:53 pm
through pursed lips
» Posted By K On 03.19.2018 @ 9:11 am
yeah. you do. you dont have to think about it anymore. dont have to ponder the what ifs or the variables. you can say it with the utmost certainty. say that, yeah, you do love him. you say it, assuredly, and it feels good for once.
» Posted By k On 02.27.2018 @ 12:52 am
I know someone who died in a hospital. I know someone who did not die in a hospital. I don’t trust hospitals to know the best thing to do for people all the time. I do trust hospitals to do tests and show me the results. How would it feel to be in a hospital? I do not know. I have never stayed in one.
» Posted By K On 02.06.2018 @ 12:49 pm
vacant, empty space. my throat is full of everything my mouth cannot say. bundled into a lump and shoved down my throat like a bad joke I have no words like a vacant hotel with no guests
» Posted By K On 07.26.2017 @ 8:14 pm
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to see not the wavy horizon, but her face in front of mine. She had dark circles under her fiery eyes, hair frizzy and static with anger and desperation. I wiped my forehead.
“Only hours now.” I said.
She nodded, lifting the shovel up.
“Who knew the end of the world would be this much work?”
» Posted By K On 07.10.2017 @ 8:53 pm
I pulled over. Yellow tape everywhere trying to warn me, to warn us that whatever lay behind was dangerous. MILITARY ZONE. It was devious. It was something we learned about in school for years and were supposed to be wary and afraid of.
“You ready?” She asked.
» Posted By K On 07.08.2017 @ 8:14 pm
and in that moment she made a declaration. To treat herself, her body and her mind to the peace and patience that it deserves. She declared herself worthy of her spirit and the effort to treat it with the respect it requires.
» Posted By K On 02.18.2017 @ 3:13 am
Water is a key to life
The secret to successful gardening, health, and skincare
But what if the flowers wilting arent in the ground?
Your soul is chapped and your heart malnourished
» Posted By K On 01.04.2017 @ 8:18 pm
Sometimes, you just don’t see it coming. It comes in a blinding flash disguised as one bad night. “It was an accident,” you say, sewing yourself into your state of denial. What is rage, if not one blinding flash disguised as one bad night?
» Posted By k On 12.27.2016 @ 5:46 pm
I think about metro, about the earth
» Posted By K On 10.15.2016 @ 6:14 am
After such a long trip to Denver, the last thing that I wanted to worry about was parking. I had looked up some lots near the museum, because I didn’t want to drive around, looking. That fight they had earlier was ugly. He yelled, she cried and ran into our guest bathroom.
» Posted By K On 09.17.2016 @ 4:58 pm
Short. I like short sleeves. I also like them loose so I have a full range of movement. But living in a tropical country, sometimes no sleeves is the way to go.
» Posted By K On 06.01.2016 @ 5:07 am
Is it scientific to like Zombies because they make you feel like you are beautiful and pretty alive? I don’t think so. You might be beautiful and a zombie at the same time without even knowing it. What can we do about people who’d rather watch zombie movies that listen to justin bieber songs? Well
» Posted By K On 04.02.2016 @ 10:43 am
It was hard to prove that the blood on my hands weren’t mine. But I swore I didn’t do it. I got sent to jail anyway. Guess that’s what happens when your friend tells you to hold the murder weapon.
» Posted By K On 02.22.2016 @ 2:09 pm
honey wool car spinning out. I think of honey for some reason. I think of my grandma spinning wool on her old spool. I also think of spoon.
» Posted By k On 12.27.2015 @ 9:38 pm
The way she looks at me, I know what she’s thinking. I can’t keep hiding who I am. I love her, and I can’t be afraid to tell my family that. I can’t fear their judgment, because the only judge of the way I love is me. My love is accountable to no other.
» Posted By K On 12.24.2015 @ 4:57 pm
shred, shred, shred, shred.
it is the sound from a shredder against which you leaned when you dropped that cup of coffee and blamed it on the ghosts that had their claws pressed against your skin, tattooing the maps of lost golden cities on your back, elbows and neck while the shredder kept going, slicing the documents from those we had never met face to face so it was easier to push the button.
» Posted By k On 11.20.2015 @ 12:21 pm
Through the trees,
future radiance dances on branches alight
perchance til night.
We’ll burn in the fire that is the sunset.
» Posted By k On 11.01.2015 @ 9:11 pm
Simple. So easy. So clean. So clear. Yet when you are asked to simplify something it can become incredibly difficult to do so.
» Posted By K On 10.28.2015 @ 5:38 pm
I would prefer it if I didn’t care so much about everything. That way I wouldn’t have a brain that is so much of thoughts and a heart that seems to absorb every ounce of pain it encounters – even that of other people. I wish that I could learn to shut out things that cause me anxiety and that I could control that anxiety.
» Posted By K On 10.25.2015 @ 4:19 pm
The trix I’ve got there
are melting in the sweat of my forarm
and now my sleeve sticks to my skin
and bright colors seep through the fabric.
» Posted By k On 10.25.2015 @ 1:23 pm
somebody didn’t mean to do it like yesterday somebody accidentaly tripped my brother and he hit a post and broke his arm.
» Posted By k On 09.21.2015 @ 7:29 am
It’s amazing how hard it can be to be serious in even the most serious of situations.
Case in point: My mother died today.
Her death was accompanied by thirty seconds of interrupted flatulence; her eyes were peacefully closed, her grip on my father’s hand was relaxed, and the last thing she did on this earth was empty her bowels, shitting herself into the afterlife, leaving us behind in a confused, dazed, brown mess.
» Posted By K On 09.10.2015 @ 12:47 pm
people are serious when they mean something. they might be mean and a little bit sassy. And not nice.
» Posted By k On 09.10.2015 @ 7:28 am
His forehead was screwed up in concentration as he used his penknife with care, following the pencil marks he had drawn just an hour earlier, making his very first stencil.
» Posted By K On 05.05.2015 @ 12:51 am
when you petina copper,
you formulate a prison out of chemistry.
you hold her sharp orange young
between welding pliars
and poison her surface.
green, sick, and born anew
» Posted By k On 04.05.2015 @ 7:54 am
There was nothing quite like the transition of winter to spring. It always happened so subtle. One day you were looking at dead trees, their branches like skeletons stark against a dreary sky. Then they were budding, the tiny little balls of hope reaching for the sun now consistently in the sky.
» Posted By K On 03.21.2015 @ 9:58 am
So minerals i think are in water and maybe are elements of the earth , i am not sure but I should. Ma
» Posted By K On 02.09.2015 @ 3:23 pm
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He was sitting in the forest, among the Fae. They had invited him there at the last minute, for you see, Fairy parties are known for being the best in the land, and having the best music, of course, they’re also known for being completely tone deaf, so they hire a DJ, which he happens to be.
» Posted By K On 11.25.2014 @ 10:06 pm