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It was unreal. Like a huge wave washing over my entire being. I was disoriented and it took me a few seconds to acknowledge the pain.

» Posted By Kirsten On 10.25.2017 @ 7:55 pm


I was staged in a car accident, the director told me to act like I was dead. I laid down on the ground next to the cardboard cut-out and pretended to be dead. Slowly I started to feel like I truly was dying, i lost my breath as everything went black.

» Posted By Kirsten On 04.30.2017 @ 5:25 pm


The world was round. Something in which people didn’t expect. They thought the world was flat. Like someone’s hair or a dirt road. But they were wrong. The map held everything together. It’s yellow pages and brown ink.

» Posted By Kirsten On 01.16.2016 @ 5:41 pm


A human trainer
Our parents
Our teachers
They whip us into submission
So we know
We damn well know
Who the real masters are
Deep down
We still can feel
That it is us
But how
How can that be in these chains

» Posted By Kirsten On 01.09.2015 @ 12:23 am


It is the style of the useless wealth,
The title of fantastic discovery,
Now capitalized
It is the game of blindness
Mocking the half-fallen
Searching, searching
Always in search of something

» Posted By Kirsten On 12.16.2014 @ 4:04 am


They do not require the reward of humble givings known by all, only that of being mothers to our species, mothers to our motion and our growth.
They are the witting members of a falling race, devoured by convenience and efficiency.
They are the herders of baseline happiness, consumed by our greedy taste.

» Posted By Kirsten On 11.10.2014 @ 8:13 am


I’m not really sure what this website is or if I even am doing it right

» Posted By Kirsten On 10.26.2014 @ 7:41 pm

The art of fishing is both morally and physically demanding. It gives the power of the rod’s holder to take the life of a living creature whom is he or she is a stranger to.

» Posted By Kirsten On 10.26.2014 @ 7:41 pm


the terrain was bumby and didn’t look like anyone had traveled over it for years. It was dusty adn rocks of all sizes were strewn here and there. Not big rocks in one place and smaller ones in another, but just scattered. It made it hard to figure out which way to pull the cart.

» Posted By Kirsten On 10.21.2014 @ 7:28 am


They are convicted for the crimes that the convictors themselves only know
And it is nothing to die for
Nothing to condemn
And yet the end is coming for the innocent
The end is coming for truth
At all

Conviction of mercy
As weakness

» Posted By Kirsten On 09.29.2014 @ 6:02 am


Wisps of smoke curl into the air from the cigarette hanging limply from his lips. Plump, red lips corrupted by the stick of chemicals he chooses to divulge himself with every once in a while.

» Posted By Kirsten On 07.31.2014 @ 3:05 am


this is such bullshit. he pulls a pair of rubber boots out of the closet and tells me to put them on. when i refuse, he begins yanking the shoes off my feet. i do not want to go out. i do not want to catch fish. i do not want to kill. he insists that i can throw them back, but then, what’s the point?

» Posted By kirsten On 07.06.2014 @ 9:30 pm


When I was a little girl, I used to have to take baths with my brother. And they weren’t the short showers where we get in and get out as adults. We lived in the tub. And you could always tell when we got out how long we’d been in because our hands were pruned.

» Posted By Kirsten On 02.21.2014 @ 2:03 pm


Flailing is a word of such importance and it is the word I can not get past for it is all my mind can think to do as I grasp at whisps of words that make no sense in the context of this sentence, my writing is a run on of life in small fragments living past my experience

» Posted By Kirsten On 02.18.2013 @ 10:48 pm


The due date was January the 16th. John had exactly four days before his bills were due. He sighed, closed his book and turned off the lamp beside his bed.

» Posted By kirsten On 12.16.2012 @ 6:09 pm


In the past I lived with a guy who beat up my mum was a twat and someone who I doesn’t deserve the title ‘dad’. I’ve discovered the people who mean a lot to me and ones who are bitches. Life is good and the

» Posted By Kirsten On 11.28.2012 @ 3:40 pm


Its that terrible thing some people forget it do. “Oh hey, I forgot to mention.” Personally, it irritates me. Sometimes it’s such a vital, important little piece of information but they ‘forgot to mention’. It could result in humiliation, a sense of guilt, anything. It’s irritating. I like when people do mention good things to me, however, things that will benefit me. It definitely helps. I find it interesting the different lengths this word can go to. It has two different extremes. It’s weird, but many words are. The word? Mention.

» Posted By Kirsten On 11.18.2012 @ 2:01 pm


The sands of time engulf me
I look back at old pictures
old words
I think of all off the great memories we’ve had
and all the tragedies you’ve brought me..
I miss you mother.

» Posted By Kirsten On 02.09.2013 @ 3:23 pm


The first scene. The last scene. What matters is what happens in between. Will you look back during your last scene and remember who you were in the first? Probably not. But I hope you remember what transpired and brought your there before the curtain comes down.

» Posted By Kirsten On 10.05.2012 @ 3:23 pm


blindness is common people are to blind to see what they really have and be appreciative.

» Posted By Kirsten On 09.15.2012 @ 3:25 pm


Be flexible try new things, go new places. Explore the world with all of your curiosity. Find joys in the world.

» Posted By Kirsten On 09.07.2012 @ 8:11 pm

You have to flex to become open you have to explore the world with your curiosity, you must try new things to discover joys. You have to be flexible.

» Posted By Kirsten On 09.07.2012 @ 8:05 pm


Miracles are something that God has used over the past few months a lot, I feel. Well. I see them as miracles. In Trinidad, we prayed for Miranda’s cold to go, and it did. We prayed at eye clinics, and were able to find the right glasses for people whose eyes seemed beyond repair. God has just… he’s made himself and his personality so clear via small miracles.

» Posted By Kirsten On 09.03.2012 @ 4:05 pm


Get in it… But be wary of mine. Almost to the finish, run, run, run! Complete lack of thought, looking blindly ahead.

» Posted By Kirsten On 08.16.2012 @ 7:58 pm


The instructions were set out in front of him. Plain and simple. Find target. Kill.
You don’t know power until you have someone by the throat. Until you feel their life pulse through their veins. Surging, and slowly stopping. He crumpled the thin loose leaf, looked around, and darted into darkness.

» Posted By Kirsten On 07.21.2012 @ 9:05 pm


When painting I wear overalls. They stop me from getting my clothes filthy and covered in paint, which really doesn’t come out in the wash! Sometimes, I like to hide in my overalls as it smells homely and full of layers of life I have created. To me my overalls are my art.

» Posted By Kirsten On 07.07.2012 @ 2:58 pm


She wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming day at school. But detention always had its perks. No listening to teachers droll on about dates in time and equations she would never need to know. Detention meant silence. That was something she always liked about school.

» Posted By Kirsten On 07.06.2012 @ 7:01 pm


When I was 6 years old, I used to play in our backyard and I remember one day I found a bird’s nest. My mother pointed out to me how intricate and special a bird’s nest is and how no 2 bird’s nests are the same. In a way, we are all our own birds’ nest.

» Posted By Kirsten On 06.09.2012 @ 11:39 pm


Emptying out one’s mind. One’s life. One’s being. Getting rid of the old, the wasted, the tired, the too-small, the awkward-fitting. That is what today means. Tomorrow we refill. Today is about emptying and simplifying. -KS

» Posted By Kirsten On 06.04.2012 @ 4:54 pm


There is a sliver in my finger, and it hurts like crazy. Why must it cling under my skin so? Why does the sliver slide further into my finger when I try to pull it out? Tweezers are pointless in this matter. I pull, they push.

» Posted By Kirsten On 04.29.2012 @ 9:48 am

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