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Horses used to come from outer space. No one knows that now. They don’t talk like they used to. Or dance. We beat them into submission and now all they do is eat and look at the stars. Maybe they’re hoping someone will save them. Maybe they’re regretting leaving their home.
» Posted By Kait On 07.02.2015 @ 6:21 pm
I can’t seem to be wistful.
To regret my longing.
To stay away,
From those things
That can hurt me.
I crave those pains.
And it’s only going to get worse.
» Posted By Kait On 07.08.2013 @ 7:00 am
Ahead there is a light, a tiny pinprick in the green of the forest–so dense, and dark it’s beautiful to see such pure white within it. Who said earth tones had to be the tones of earth? I see the world in that light–and I can feel it–smell it, from so far away. It’s like strawberries and garlic together, healthy yet strange, compelling but unsavory.
» Posted By Kait On 01.26.2013 @ 10:57 am
Choose? How does one even decide what they want? When I look at him and when I look at you, all I ever think is “choose”. How do I choose? You are the opposites of one another. And yet I long for you both. Choose? I can’t possibly choose.
» Posted By Kait On 01.17.2013 @ 1:27 pm
“I promise,” she said, dropping to one knee to look the little girl in the eye as she cuddled the kitten to her chest. He had been their first pet, adorable and beautiful. “I promise he’s happy, playing with all the other kittens in the sky. Didn’t you know that snow is just the kittens playing in thr flour of God’s kitchen?”
» Posted By Kait On 01.08.2013 @ 10:18 pm
“There are things I must do,” he told me, placing the silver band on the end of the counter. I believed him. It was silly of me, but I had to. ‘I must believe in him,’ I told myself, because if I didn’t, I’d implode.
» Posted By Kait On 01.07.2013 @ 10:32 pm
“Hand me that book, will you?”
“Which? We’re in a library, you know. You have to be more specific.”
“The one closest to your hand–the one I’m pointing at, silly.”
“This Writer’s Reference book? Sounds dull.”
“Sure, but useful. Now hand it here.”
» Posted By Kait On 01.06.2013 @ 7:09 pm
Cherish the experiences you have. It’s how you learn. It’s how you love. It’s how you discover. It’s how you explore. Find things out by living them, not just reading about them or ignoring them. Experience everything. Forget nothing.
» Posted By Kait On 01.05.2013 @ 8:06 pm
Lord, let him live. There’s nothing worse than watching your best friend from your youth fade before your eyes. As one without roots, a place to call my own, my people are my own. Take them away, and you take a part of me. I am less for having that person gone. Lord, just let him live.
» Posted By Kait On 01.04.2013 @ 8:17 pm
Having somewhere to place things. To be placed in space without feeling out of place. Somewhere to call home. There’s a problem with moving all the time. You end up without roots. Without some answer to the question, “Where are you from?” “I’m a global citizen.” It’s the closest you can come to the truth when you have no place of your own.
» Posted By Kait On 01.03.2013 @ 8:51 pm
The amount of love in the world is greatly lacking. There’s a lot, actually, in the world that is lacking. Weigh the world–how much love is there? How many pounds of the stuff? I think you’ll find the amount terrifyingly low.
» Posted By Kait On 01.02.2013 @ 8:03 pm
Her horse stood beside her, a barrel-chested bay that had hooves the size of dinner plates. He snuffled at her hand, looking with lips and huge nostrils for any residue of the sugar cubes she had held moments ago. “Hush,” she said, pushing the horse away affectionately. “You’ve had enough for the day, silly.”
» Posted By Kait On 01.01.2013 @ 9:05 pm
I am female. Everyone seems to see that as a problem. Something to be ashamed of. Or excited about. Or something. Anything. They want me to make a sandwich. They want me to defend myself from society. They think I’m unhappy with their treatment of me or with my life. I’m not. I’m perfectly content. I know I can do what I want, when I want to. And tell everyone else to stop meddling with my life. I’ll live it how I want, and they can go find a cliff to jump off of.
» Posted By Kait On 12.31.2012 @ 8:55 pm
“Sure, I’ll go with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to.”
“No, I want to. I want to go.”
“Sure as the ocean’s deep.”
“Okay,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he approached the garden’s gate. His hand rested almost protectively on it, as it had once rested on her own. She wasn’t sure his hand would ever alight on her shoulder that way again. Not now.
» Posted By Kait On 12.30.2012 @ 7:54 pm
“Sure, I’ll go with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to.”
“No, I do want to. I want to go.”
“Sure as the day is long.”
“Okay,” he said tentatively, glancing over his shoulder at her as he walked to the end of the garden. His hand rested on the gate almost protectively.
» Posted By Kait On 12.30.2012 @ 7:10 pm
The object of the game was simple: win, nothing else. But how quickly the rules blur when hearts and minds get involved! I could no longer remember what was mine, or his, or anything else. I had lost all notion of my former self, not to mention the rules of the silly game.
» Posted By Kait On 12.02.2012 @ 11:45 am
My friend is a “person who cooks.” I am a “person who grabs random things to stay alive.” I want to be a person who cooks, but life is hard, and cooking is hard. So, no cooking for me. But cooking is an art, like conversation, or painting, or life in general.
» Posted By Kait On 12.01.2012 @ 11:37 am
A way to get the images out of your head. Some days its easier to do than others, but it is completely fulfilling. The desecration of paper in a beautiful manner.
» Posted By Kait On 11.11.2012 @ 7:31 pm
Upper. Footsteps crawling their way up to the top of the staircase. Above the ground that she used to stand on. Up towards the beautiful clouds in the sky. A dream land.
» Posted By Kait On 10.14.2012 @ 11:26 am
Up, up, up. Up into the sky. Above everyone else. That’s how I felt that night.
I couldn’t get over the fact that he spoke to me like that. I always thought I was a loser.
» Posted By Kait On 10.14.2012 @ 11:21 am
I refuse to be lied to, hurt and broken. I refuse to play games with emotions. I refuse to break someones heart. I refuse to give up and waste my life. I refuse to be weak an d thoughtless. I want to be strong and remembered.
» Posted By Kait On 08.27.2012 @ 7:37 pm
dare to love dare to dream truth or dare i cant believe its not butter i dont know what to right daring write i mean write this way not the other this is crazy/ridiculous/dumb haha i love it i want to go on an adventure now, daring adventure with taylor swift she writes songs about stuff like this i think. fairytale stuff
» Posted By kait On 08.05.2012 @ 5:54 pm
The colours of nature all come alive, hot drinks are palatable finally, and it’s finally not too hot for pants. Outside is the best place to be; the brisk air and the beautiful scenery is wonderful.
» Posted By kait On 11.07.2011 @ 4:00 pm
Oh that saying of hippies above,
As they speak words of peace and love,
And though we are urged to not follow their ways,
If we do, we end up with better days,
Radical thinking, this peace malarkey
» Posted By Kait On 10.21.2011 @ 1:37 pm
The stacks of books were shifting eerily in the moonlight. I felt as though they were watching me make my way through the darkened aisles. The floorboards were creaking as I walked, but I heard nothing but the wind outside the windows.
» Posted By Kait On 10.10.2011 @ 7:48 pm
Mysterious has nothing to hide. Mystery is just something we haven’t yet figured out. It can be anything we want it to be. To be mysterious is nothing. To have mystery is divine.
» Posted By kait On 10.08.2011 @ 2:46 pm
We were all going down, and we knew it. No hope, just the cold, iron sea awaiting below the few pieces of debris we clung to so desperately. How I wish I would’ve done this all differently, with all of them, with him.
» Posted By Kait On 08.22.2011 @ 6:07 pm
deer are scary. they growl and charge at you/ with their giant horns of doom. theyre like evil unicorns with two horns. why are they called unicorns and not unihorns? i mean do they have a stick of corn on their head? who came up with this name? were they obsessed with corn? i mean. were they all like “oh that horse like thing has a horn. I like corn! it only has one horn. Uni and corn…..hmmmmmm UNICORN!!!!! ONE CORN!!!!!” are they the same people who wrote that song “if jimmy crapped corn and no one cared” if no one cares why is there a song about it? what is wrong with these corn obssers. is there like a corn cult? just a cult of people who like corn? if so are they racist against potatos? or apples? wha about indian corn? do they not like that because its multied colored? or sweet corn? or cream of corn? do they only eat corn? do they worship a corn faiery? do they believe that heaven is one great giant corn field? and hell is a dessert with no corn?
» Posted By kait On 08.18.2011 @ 7:30 pm
thread – the thing often referred to as what holds something, be it physical or metaphorical, together. it is a beautiful idea, both fragile and strong, dependent on the medium said “thread” is made from. my favourite thread is spiders’ silk. phenomenal str
» Posted By kait On 08.16.2011 @ 3:05 am
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I attempted, as usual, to sneak extra food out of the all-you-can-eat dining hall. They don’t like it when students do that, even though the dining hall rules clearly state that you can eat as much as you want. “This is how much I’ll eat,” I say. “Nobody said if it had to be now or later.”
» Posted By kait On 06.24.2011 @ 12:00 pm