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Out of time, out of love, out of resources.
Cheated stands in opposition to this self-hatred;
my scapegoat or my self-rehabilitation.
Can I have both or is my unrest because I have not determined which?
I spent a mint this year on being unsettled.

» Posted By KT On 03.21.2017 @ 8:07 am


“I want to break frreeeee”

I am so stoked to be whomever I want, I broke out of my chains. Hello 2017. :)

» Posted By kt On 01.07.2017 @ 7:46 pm


Counting, always counting. One piece, two piece, three piece, four…So many numbers going up and up and up. Always getting higher, never going down. It seemed to him that there would never be an end and he would just keep climbing into the sky.

» Posted By KT On 11.08.2016 @ 9:30 pm


“They march to the beat of their own drummer.”

What an odd way to put it. They had never thought about life as being a marching band. Nothing about living seemed to be so straightforward, so orderly. They had never felt that they marched at all…not even to their own beat. Life was about running, hiding, winding, searching; none of this “in a straight line” business.

» Posted By KT On 11.06.2016 @ 3:47 pm


“There was never anything so scientific in my country,” said Crystal. “Everything was natural and wholesome. The ecosystem was so vibrant and alive, I never realized… I never realized that it was all computer generated.

» Posted By kt On 04.02.2016 @ 10:56 am


Her fingers glided gently over the keys as if she were caressing a soft kitten. Playfully they danced, producing a light and happy tune that filled the dusky air with soothing bliss. I smiled and sipped my wine, basking in the late sun’s warm glow.

» Posted By KT On 02.06.2015 @ 10:19 pm


Sunshine radiates from your smile. When I look at you the warmth spreads from my heart to my toes, sending fireworks through my veins. If I could get any more cheezy, I assure you I would….

» Posted By KT On 02.04.2015 @ 2:13 pm


It was a long, slow-burning sunset. The sky burst into flame in a pinkish hue; sparks dancing around in the clouds. Their underbellies glowed a dark orange and reflected into the water on the horizon.

» Posted By KT On 02.03.2015 @ 10:47 am


She was a busy, busy person. Always scribbling something into that little agenda book of hers. Its thick leather cover would grow warm in her hands as she entered times and dates, names and numbers. This was a woman of words. Always writing down words.

» Posted By KT On 01.30.2015 @ 11:54 am


It was rhythmic. Listening to the sound of the machine blipping in it’s cadenced pattern was almost hypnotic. As my eyes fluttered open and closed I felt a sort of peace wash over me. It was too late to struggle, so I gave in to the soothing sounds, and faded away. And so the beeping ceased.

» Posted By KT On 01.28.2015 @ 1:49 pm


I can feel the joy running to my fingertips. It is like someone has hooked up an electric current to my body, but I am numb to the pain. Stepping out into the world I feel the heat radiating down from the sky, warming me to the endless possibilities that await me. Too long I have been waiting for a moment like this. How I crave the touch of pure bliss.

» Posted By KT On 05.05.2014 @ 6:25 am


It wasn’t quite the same, but it fooled me for a little while. Shaped with similar curves and corners, bumps and rigid lines, I wouldn’t have noticed the difference if I hadn’t traced it with my hands a million times. The thought of you clouded my head, but deep down I knew that this heart did not belong in your chest.

» Posted By KT On 05.03.2014 @ 5:15 am


I cannot describe how she makes me feel. Every time I gaze upon her glassy surface, I see the sunshine reflected and it brings me joy. Every time I watch her rise and fall, tides swelling with the wind, I delight in her playfulness. Every time she storms, throwing the tantrums she is known for, I am in awe of her, wondering at her power.

» Posted By KT On 05.01.2014 @ 11:32 pm


Sometimes it’s like my lungs are filled with water. I look down and realize that I have been swallowed by the sea; my love and my destroyer. I float only high enough above the water to see that she’s killing me, but not enough to cry for help. How lonely it is out in the middle of nowhere.

» Posted By KT On 05.01.2014 @ 1:50 am


Fitting, I suppose, as I feel the life draining from my fingertips as I bleed through my eyes. Nothing is quite as it seems any more. I guess that I should be thankful, as you have killed yourself more times than I have, but I cannot love you anymore. My ears have heard the truth, my heart felt true devotion, and your false kiss pales in comparison.

» Posted By KT On 04.19.2014 @ 6:26 pm


The juvenile is heading for detention. They are being so babyish that I don’t know what to do. I wish that the juvenile would grow up and then we could all move on. I want to know what goes through their mind when they commit the mindless crimes.

» Posted By KT On 03.03.2014 @ 7:07 pm


It’s chilly inside. The air circulates only enough so that it is cold throughout, setting frostbite into all exposed limbs. Tiny flecks of frozen liquid settle on the ground and make a blanket under which all life shrivels.

» Posted By KT On 01.07.2014 @ 10:44 pm


Tracking progress can be an exhausting task. Checking every little box off an endless list is frustrating when snails seem to move faster down the track than you move down the line of little ticky boxes. But when you end up at the end the reward is greater than any pain you’ll ever know.

» Posted By KT On 01.06.2014 @ 7:40 pm


Working is all that I know. I work myself up until I can’t fall back down, this ladder has raised me too high.

» Posted By KT On 01.05.2014 @ 3:54 pm


I stripped down for you. I stepped to the edge of the pool for you. Like a swimmer, I dipped gracefully into the water for you, the coolness seeping through my skin and chilling my heart. Once I had started, I could not stop, and the icy blackness all around me pulled me farther and farther under. Slipping away was all I could manage, and it never felt so awful.

» Posted By KT On 01.05.2014 @ 4:14 am


In between is a deadly place. I hear the rumble of tires on rock coming closer on my left, and smell the remnants of acrid ash on my right. It won’t be long before I join the ranks of the incinerated.

» Posted By KT On 12.29.2013 @ 6:36 pm


“Gentlemen,” He spread his arms warmly, “make yourselves at home.”

The room was splendid indeed. Ravishing curtains of thick velvet laced the windows. Chairs leaned like upright beds, inviting and warm.

» Posted By KT On 12.29.2013 @ 2:02 am


I’ve trapped myself into a corner. The assumption that I made is crawling towards me, legs clicking on the tiles with every painful step. I watch its figure heave towards me and want to turn inward to escape. But the image of its gnarled fangs and ever-watching eyes haunts me even in my sleep, and I cannot get away.

» Posted By KT On 12.27.2013 @ 3:15 pm


The garage-sale shopper, buying up every little deal, no matter how irrelevant the purchase may be. He struts through like a peacock, showing off his glittering prizes as if everyone is watching.

» Posted By KT On 12.26.2013 @ 5:04 pm


You said that you cannot recall what it was like. She said that she had prepared for that beforehand. But you would not be appeased, your eyes vacant like the bare attic windows the collected nothing but dust and cobwebs over the years.

» Posted By KT On 12.24.2013 @ 10:51 pm


What if? The question to burn a hole in your mind, searing like a hot iron. The question to drag you down to the depths, a weight shackled to your leg. Conspicuous in its brevity, it cannot help but be repeated. What if? How it longs to imprint itself into your very being.

» Posted By KT On 12.21.2013 @ 2:47 pm


The spotlight shines with the intensity of a helicopter searchlight, and my vision is skewed. The audience is nothing but one giant spot of shimmering white. Standing here, the hand of anxiety twisting my gut like a washing machine, I know what it feels like to be you.

» Posted By KT On 12.19.2013 @ 3:24 pm


The conductor fell asleep at the wheel, it seems. This train will not slow down, and as the passengers are blissfully unaware of their coming fate, I can do nothing but fear and pray.

» Posted By KT On 12.19.2013 @ 5:22 am


The applause roared around the theatre, a thunderous waterfall of sound. The performance had done its job. The people were entertained. As the curtains drew shadows over the players’ faces, they bowed, as one; marionettes moving methodically to the same drum beat.

» Posted By KT On 12.18.2013 @ 4:45 am


The work she produced was shoddy at best. Each line was rigid and undefined, each movement sterile and colourless. Like a bee without it’s wings, her fingers fumbled over each stroke.

» Posted By KT On 12.16.2013 @ 7:49 pm

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