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Directly. How awesome would it be if I was able to direct my thoughts clearly into words. Not just personal reflections but also in university research papers.

» Posted By kae On 11.02.2018 @ 2:06 pm


“You’re wrong!” She exclaimed.
She’s trying to explain to her significant other that what he thought was in fact different from her intentions.
He was raging in the inside when he found her hanging out with one of her closes guy friends.

» Posted By Kae On 10.31.2018 @ 3:51 pm


a speech or piece of writing that praises someone or something highly, typically someone who has just died.

Who would you want to write your eulogy? Theres no one I’d trust enough to write mine.

» Posted By Kae On 09.16.2016 @ 9:13 pm


Here I am sitting on my sheetless bed, with a tank top too small and my computer resting on my lap. The thought of running away fills my mind, where would i go? who would i run to? who would be my retreat?

» Posted By Kae On 08.19.2016 @ 9:57 pm


If beauty is only skin deep, why do I feel so insecure? Why do i feel like I am not beautiful? I am not good enough.

» Posted By Kae On 07.28.2016 @ 9:53 pm


I speak so clearly, I voice what I want, what I need. But as a result, I am burned. Everyday I slowly become ashes.

» Posted By Kae On 07.09.2016 @ 9:21 pm


All day I force feed my emotions into everything that will listen. When I was younger it was notebooks using the light from my ipod, and now its computer screens, ipad, iphone. Anything. It doesn’t matter.

» Posted By Kae On 06.28.2016 @ 8:46 pm


at 130am all i can think of is the chaos around me. what is it that is making my body and my mind crumble? will i survive? or will i fail?

» Posted By Kae On 05.17.2016 @ 10:29 pm


I never really feel clean enough. my hair is always dirty looking. my eyes are always so droopy. is it the anxiety? my lack of motivation? my general displease for anything and everything? Is my soul clean? Am I clean?

» Posted By Kae On 12.31.2015 @ 8:55 pm


he crept through the alley, staying in the shadows. he made no noise, breathed no air. he was a ghost. when he was finally at her back, the only thing I could see from my window was the glint of his knife in the light of the lampost.

» Posted By Kae On 07.18.2013 @ 12:50 pm


She approached the curtain. It was dead silent ahead. And everything was dark. Her feet slid one in front of the other, dragging her foreward. Once she was at the center of the stage, a light snapped on. She was backlit and her silhouette was confident behind the scrim. The music started.

» Posted By Kae On 07.17.2013 @ 7:26 am


the idea of growing older kills me. i cant be bothered to think ahead, to plan ahead. i have no master goal…

» Posted By Kae On 04.30.2013 @ 9:26 pm


this isnt good for me, nor is it good for you. this is a tad bit ridiculous how we constantly play this game of chase, in what world is it fair?

» Posted By Kae On 04.10.2013 @ 6:38 pm


beware of anything impure my mother had said, but i couldn’t resist his lips – or his hand on my thigh. i couldn’t resist the mistakes i knew i was bound to make. what was i thinking? if only i knew.

» Posted By Kae On 03.21.2013 @ 5:42 pm


it kills me knowing i’m not the only one. it kills me knowing that i have to constantly compete. it kills me that i know i’m not your first or your last. it kills me that you could toss me away at any point in time. you kill me.

» Posted By Kae On 03.18.2013 @ 10:17 pm


at one point i knew what i wanted and i wanted him. at one point he wanted me. we were determined to make this work, but it blew up right in my face like i had expected. i was only a place holder until someone better came along, someone thinner and prettier, someone who had more to offer.

» Posted By Kae On 12.13.2012 @ 12:53 am


its never really convient for you to be available when you want me. you need me, you love me, but you never stay. you are never available and yet you crave me. you crave my touch, my lips, my scent, my hips. but i’m just a 2nd option for you if things dont work out in your perfect little world. you will never stay and you will never be mine.

» Posted By Kae On 12.11.2012 @ 10:00 pm



» Posted By Kae On 11.19.2012 @ 12:59 pm


thats all people ever think about. never anyone else, no one ever has it worse. i want to run away and escape this lack of reality but i’m not sure i’d be able to handle being around someone who isn’t as selfish. i’m probably going crazy assuming that im different when in actuality i’m probably just like them.

» Posted By Kae On 11.08.2012 @ 2:01 pm


cold or warm
light or dark
have the power to
metephorical or real

» Posted By Kae On 10.04.2012 @ 5:36 pm


I only want my nana’s approval in everything I do. But we don’t agree on anything!I wish I could just be what she wants! She’s always trying to change me and “help” me. I don’t know what to do.

» Posted By kae On 08.11.2012 @ 11:15 am


umm I don’t know, Love? Love!!!!! omg I just ate way too much.
It’s kinda lonely here…. Oh well. Love! lol
I just wanna be different. I love to be loved. I want more friends. I want to be discover… and peace! yes

» Posted By Kae On 06.11.2012 @ 11:30 pm


Cap…a weird word for hat? Not really that great. I feel like more British people would use it. It’s not that great of a word, I much prefer hat. There was a book I read once…this guy sold caps. Many types of hats.

» Posted By Kae On 06.03.2012 @ 12:23 pm


men know no fury like a woman scorned… or something like that. im not even sure what that means…. oh well

» Posted By Kae On 04.23.2012 @ 5:21 pm


we arrived at the resturant, not one of us has whispered a word, both heartbroken. what were we thinking? who shares an entree with an ex? was this a date? who does this? my heart is still on my sleeve, but knowing my mentality, i can only imagine that shortly this will all be a bad memory or i could only hope…

» Posted By Kae On 04.22.2012 @ 3:38 pm


heartache. fuck. its like losing your favorite notebook, or a the creativity to write but you find that your pencil is broken. fuck. not a good word.

» Posted By Kae On 04.08.2012 @ 4:24 pm


the way he talked lifted me up into the clouds. i felt nothing but pure ecstasy with every kiss. but who knew that eventually these feelings would be the death of me? who knew that i’d be sitting at a desk remembering things i once begged to forgot, cried to erase. who knew that i would find relief in sharing my story, whether it be about my life or about a boy? who knew that the mistakes i was carelessly making now would impact my future so greatly? who knew i’d be sitting at a desk regretting not kissing every boy i met, flirting carelessly on spring break. who knew at the ripe age of 21 i’d regret growing up too soon and not enjoying life when i was young.

» Posted By Kae On 02.25.2012 @ 8:29 pm


she was the biggest flirt around, inconspicuously though. who she was on the inside was completely different from the outside. amazingly though, she had the ability to constantly feel alone, regardless of how many boys begged and pleaded for her attention, or even a second of her time. she rarely cared. she never took the time to notice, she was wrapped up in feeling alone. this was a feeling she grew accustomed to! if she didn’t feel alone, she felt nothing. she was the most emotionless person in the world, except when it came to feeling alone.

» Posted By Kae On 02.15.2012 @ 8:09 pm


the butterfly was tattooed on her skin, he soft, small wrist to be more clear. it didn’t just stand for best friends, it marked a turning point in her life, the moment she gave up her addictions, her battle with self harm, her self image. she become stronger with each jolt of the needle, she was moving on, growing up and letting go.

» Posted By Kae On 02.08.2012 @ 9:41 pm


sparkling, sparkling. is it all what it seems? my eyes sparkled every time he walked in the room. i was happy. for the first time ever, i was thrilled. but it wouldn’t last. he’d get bored and my eyes would dim. happens every time.

» Posted By Kae On 01.11.2012 @ 9:55 pm

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