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After the fall from the 12th floor, he felt disoriented.

» Posted By kimmy On 10.25.2017 @ 12:15 pm


I like “Violet” as a name. The flower is also beautiful. Both are unique, pretty, and sweet. Aaaaand now I want to color with crayons because it reminds me of a violet crayon.

» Posted By Kimmy On 04.18.2016 @ 9:52 am


God’s ways are mysterious. Sometimes things don’t make sense. We pray and nothing happens, or something weird or unpleasant happens. But He has a plan. If we knew the plan we’d probably screw it up. Let Him be mysterious. He’s good at it.

» Posted By Kimmy On 04.12.2016 @ 7:27 pm


I wish for a parachute
Pure white
Like an albatross’s wing
To take me out from the muddled fall
That my life is,
And always has been.

» Posted By Kimmy On 10.13.2013 @ 10:23 pm


I think about the time I went to Starbucks and there was a homeless man sitting outside. He looked at my friend that was following me inside and then he looked at me, he looked back at my friend and said “blessed” repeatedly…I had already gone inside. Later my friend tried to explain to me what happened… and when I looked the man was gone. We couldn’t find him anywhere.

» Posted By Kimmy On 04.23.2013 @ 8:45 am


one time i cut myself on purpose, to prove my pain. i used 4 bandages to cover it up for my mum wouldnt find out. four bandages? yes she did notice. and yes i did get in trouble. yes i learned my lesson, yes i do regret it. it changed my life. im so much happier.

» Posted By kimmy On 07.12.2012 @ 5:55 pm


Convictions. I am not a convict if I have conviction, am I? Doesn’t a convict reject conviction? A convict is one who is trapped or stuck or jailed or incarcerated. Doesn’t one without convictions deserve to be served up a big dish of belief so to avoid being trapped like a convict? I’m convinced I don’t want to become a convict.

» Posted By Kimmy On 06.01.2012 @ 3:14 pm


i already did this one. give me another.

» Posted By Kimmy On 05.08.2012 @ 3:49 pm


the bell started blaring at the fire station. the firefighters were all amidst their meals of spaghetti, laughing amongst themselves about how little Richie, the new guy, had sauce all over his cheek and hadn’t noticed

» Posted By Kimmy On 11.06.2011 @ 8:18 pm

Oh, again? The alarm is going off in the kitchen. I find my sister burning toast for the third time today. Will she ever learn? I go over to my sissy, and whisper to her that I’ll make her toast when the toaster is happier. But until then, she’ll have to stop trying to make toast.

» Posted By Kimmy On 11.06.2011 @ 1:24 pm


Dreary day, not much to celebrate. The day hints at procrastination, stress, worry, a messy office, bills piled up, and yet no breakfast in the belly. Plus the feets is chilly. Growling tummy. Oh, let’s go down and celebrate with food!

» Posted By Kimmy On 09.20.2011 @ 8:31 am

There’s nothing to celebrate today, a dreary weather day that is rife with stress from procrastination and worry and a messy office on top of that. Plus I’m hungry so that makes me less inclined to celebrate, Though now thinking about it, perhaps hunger is the best reason to celebrate, so let’s go down and eat!

» Posted By Kimmy On 09.20.2011 @ 8:21 am


the robot suddenly turned to his creator and hit him on the head. he ran outside and started attacking people! the creator got up and suddenly realise what had happened, his creation had gone out of control!

» Posted By kimmy On 04.19.2011 @ 9:38 pm


An outlet to me is what I try to find. An outlet for me to channel the eelings that are eating me. The one’s that tear me from the inside dieing to surface my skin and expose them self for what they are.
The ugly truth.
My secrets.

» Posted By Kimmy On 02.21.2011 @ 8:25 pm


This is an edition. An edition can be the first, the last, the fourth, or the seventy-sixth; but this edition is the first. What is this an edition of? Well, I don’t know. You could fill this box with any words, any words at all and it would be considered the first edition.

» Posted By Kimmy On 01.15.2011 @ 9:49 pm


they hold the most important things together.. the documents you keep to record the days of your life.. the papers that keep you employed.. basically they are the glue in your life made out of paper.. they keep you sane when everything is falling away falling apart..

» Posted By kimmy On 12.23.2010 @ 3:51 am


He watched as she lifted the kettle above his hand. He could see the steam.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” she said.
“I’d jolly well hope not, sweetie,” he said.

» Posted By Kimmy On 08.10.2010 @ 12:32 pm


I was so driven to drive to a place that will be inspiring and make me feel driven to be happy. A place with a field and a white picket fence and a big huge tree with a little wooden swing. you and I could sit beneath the tree and read or swing eachother on the wing or chase the ducklings and spen spend the whole day together.

» Posted By kimmy On 07.23.2010 @ 2:10 am


to be logical is to think before you speak and to be rational and wise. too many people in this day and age aren’t logical. they use fear and scare tactics instead of reason. true, sometimes passion and emotion make for better human beings, but all humans should be able to use some form of logical thinking. logically, of course.

» Posted By kimmy On 09.11.2009 @ 12:41 pm


one day i was trapped in an elevator. it was a trying time for me as i’m a bit claustrophobic.
but i met someone that day.

a great person.
that made the whole experience a teensy bit better than it would have been if i had been alone.

» Posted By kimmy On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


he latched on to her nipples eagerly, his tiny fingers curling into his small palm. Her smile was serene, for she loved him already, had loved him long since before the day he was born

» Posted By kimmy On 01.11.2010 @ 1:53 pm

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