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Its my blanket.
My headphones, the shielding beats.
Its not a gun or a knife.
Its my identity, my individuality.
Its me.

» Posted By Kia On 03.29.2014 @ 11:27 am


I waited for him, her, them,
I waited for the comfort, the promised clouds to catch me.
They weren’t there.

» Posted By Kia On 03.29.2014 @ 11:19 am


“I love writing stories,” said a little girl one day. “For my sister upcoming birthday, I’m gonna write her one.” Going up to her bedroom, she sat at her desk. Taking one of her notebook, she started writing. She finished up in 30 minutes. “There,” she said. “I’m gonna hide this so she won’t find it.” She hid it under her bed and started playing with her toys ’til dinner time.

» Posted By Kia On 05.06.2013 @ 11:47 am


I wish I had grown some grapes this year because then I could have made homemade jelly. I also could make tomato jelly I guess but that sounds gross. I’d eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but my mom bought the cheap kind which I don’t like. I think I like plum jelly best.

» Posted By Kia On 06.06.2012 @ 3:02 pm


the treaty of waitangi was formulated in 1909 in new zealand and was a grand event in the countries history. This treaty was formed to create a peace treaty between the white colonization of new zealand and the original land owners; the maori’s. This is a day that is still remembered every year in new zealand and respected by all citizens.

» Posted By kia On 06.05.2012 @ 8:11 pm


Patent me, so I can be yours. Claim me, own me, brand me true. Covet and hold me selfishly.

» Posted By Kia On 11.08.2011 @ 10:53 pm

Patent, claiming your idea, brand, statement. So know can copy, without your permission, and you can have your rightful dues.

» Posted By Kia On 11.08.2011 @ 10:48 pm


There is chocolate everywhere. People were clamoring to get chocolate, to have that luscious sweet thing that dribbles down your chin like there’s no tomorrow. Women fall over their feet fantasizing about it, men enjoy eating it like it’s the last food on earth. It’s breathtaking. It’s amazing. And it’s love.

» Posted By Kia On 02.15.2011 @ 10:11 pm


Analog sticks give YOU the power to control so you kill characters while the character YOU are playing is killing a fraction of You. Controller. Controllers. Angry moods occur when one isn’t in control. Power and control hold hands like Obama and Tiger Woods. They love power. You love power. I love power. There’s a difference between power and control except I can’t control my mind to focus though I have the will of power to force myself to do it if I wasn’t so lazy.

» Posted By Kia On 02.05.2011 @ 8:33 pm


Cold, dark, dreary. You’ve found yourself on the wrong side of the door once more. Retracing your steps you try to think what it was that you said, what you did, that led you outside.

» Posted By Kia On 12.21.2010 @ 4:34 pm

Cold, dark, dreary. You’ve found yourself on the wrong side of the door once more. Retracing your steps you try to think what it was that you said, what you did, that led yo

» Posted By Kia On 12.21.2010 @ 4:33 pm


Optimism again. It’s hard to feel the same way day after day, trudging and trudging through the snow. I can do it though.

» Posted By Kia On 12.21.2010 @ 12:40 am

I think that i have optimism, I’m not sure though. What is that than? proto-opti-pessimism? Maybe, you tell me. I have opte

» Posted By Kia On 12.21.2010 @ 12:38 am


Run. Run. Run. Run from all that money that’s tailing you. All the false securities that are lulling you into it’s wealth. You are being possessed by it, that thing, the wealth.The monster.

» Posted By Kia On 05.12.2010 @ 7:01 pm


In the shade of a great Willow tree is where I bonded with my closest friend today. I am forever in reverence.

» Posted By Kia On 04.11.2009 @ 11:46 pm


I remember once when I was little my aunt would baby sit me, and usually take me down to the local park. It was all quite fun for me and I watched the ducks. Their feathers intrigued me and I loved them.. Until I tried to feed one a whole piece of bread and it tried to run off with my hand. It hurt and I cried and I never fed the ducks again.

» Posted By Kia On 09.28.2008 @ 5:32 pm


The dial tone goes flat, and I don’t know whether or not I should be happy. On one hand, I had been dreading our conversation and secretly relieved that she had been too, but on the other hand…we really needed to talk. It wasn’t like we could drag this out forever…

…that is, we “shouldn’t”, but I suppose if we were really desperate…

» Posted By Kia On 12.09.2009 @ 5:40 pm


Storage is an empty place. Things get lost there. Things die there. Empty, dark and damp. Lonely. Storage is hell, in a way. Hell for boxes and items and toys.

» Posted By Kia On 01.28.2010 @ 3:41 pm


Who even thinks of bunnies anymore. It’s all about gimmicks and money. Easter is about the arising of Jesus. Come on people. We don’t have to buy everything.

» Posted By Kia On 03.28.2010 @ 7:40 pm


She doesn’t play often, not when her father coughs up a storm and her mother lays on the couch drying her tears. She never plays, and might end up never touching those pearl keys. She can no longer play because there is nothing else to play. She can no longer play because she has no limbs willing to listen.

» Posted By Kia On 10.23.2009 @ 7:03 pm


Modern technology. Flying high in the sky and flying underwater. Flying. Robots. Robots taking over the world. The world. Greenhouse gases. Pollution. Cars. Automobiles. Ditches. Trenches. Wars. Modern.

» Posted By Kia On 10.19.2009 @ 11:53 am

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