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I want him to say it, the little two syllable word. How hard would it be to promise to just attempt, to maybe, someday be interested in making this work? But no, I sit alone, hoping holding onto
» Posted By Krisi On 01.09.2013 @ 9:44 am
Suddenly the wall was gone and all that was left for me was an upright lamp stand. I grasped the cold metal hoping it might provide some protection, but was left with nothing but hollow hopelessness.
» Posted By Krisi On 05.04.2012 @ 1:58 pm
» Posted By Krisi On 04.18.2012 @ 2:08 pm
The pressure of truth, reality is weight heavy on my chest. Rattling in my head, pricking tiny holes in all of my dreams and plans. How can I walk forward without a hope of what could be?
» Posted By Krisi On 04.13.2012 @ 2:09 pm
I watched my heart slowly puddle up at my feet. Deep blue tears mixing in and swirling in the break, so heated with embarrassment–it melted.
» Posted By Krisi On 04.10.2012 @ 2:08 pm
Fear stretched over my face and melted down into the stomach. The truth stood on tiny pins waiting to topple delicately into the lap of my dear friend. What could I do to keep away the breeze.
» Posted By Krisi On 04.09.2012 @ 12:38 pm
Courage is a difficult thing. We can use it as an adjective or maybe a verb. Sometimes it is a willful move, while in most cases courage happens spontaneously. Caught off guard and forced into action.
» Posted By Krisi On 04.05.2012 @ 2:23 pm
I cannot describe the great blaze of anger swelling in my chest.
I can only sit calmly on the floor and let the coolness press against the fire.
There is no escape.
» Posted By Krisi On 04.02.2012 @ 10:41 am
I stood naked in frot of that tall blonde boy. He captured my total vulnerability and I was stunned. This is not how one is supposed to become intimate with the opposite sex, de-robing in a public poolside restroom.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.28.2012 @ 12:06 pm
I placed two fingers in the cool liquid, poling under my car. The temperature was unfortunately warmer than I would want to report to my dad. All I could do now was huddle like the pool and hope it disappears.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.26.2012 @ 11:04 am
I cannot stand here in the rain any longer. I hate watching you love her, huddled together near the trunk of MY car. How dare you see her and not me, when did I melt into the mud and lose all life that mattered to you? I want to get back to our friendship, even if that is all I get forever.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.23.2012 @ 8:19 am
The lake was frozen stiff with great swirls of flakes gathering at my feet. The pastel sunset reflected gently off the surface and left me feeling calm, albeit cold as hell.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.16.2012 @ 12:32 pm
I am pleading with you to amke a decision, to choose what you will do. Please, I petition you to take a look at your own life, what do you want out of it? Can I possibly answer this question for you? No–
» Posted By Krisi On 03.14.2012 @ 9:32 am
i HAVE A STRANGE FEELING THAT EVERY GREAT ADVENTURE IN my life will be quickly dismissed. By me, by my family and the opinions of friends. SHould I want to brush off the thoughts of others, or pursue the happiness of the group always? I never know…
» Posted By Krisi On 03.09.2012 @ 1:14 pm
I cannot believe the streets and the deep red flags floating up them. unique and obstructive, they blind my view from any hope of escape, the demonstration of power from the government is overwhelming and hostile. How can we possible fight back this sea of red?
» Posted By Krisi On 03.08.2012 @ 10:19 am
Yesterday I jumped out of my grey Honda and approached the swing set. I hated being an adult, but there is a tiny moment of great youthful energy that hits my stomach when I begin to swing. I cannot keep going on in a world of cubicle, I need my youth.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.07.2012 @ 9:27 am
yesterday i went into town with the purpose of confronting mr macintosh, he assulted me last winter and i have never been able to speak out about the truth. he is a liar and a fiend of a fat man who will always haunt my stemps, me breaths, and my life pursuits.
» Posted By Krisi On 03.05.2012 @ 10:26 am
i WISHT THE WORD PRINTS WAS WHAT WE USED INSTEAD OF PANTS. IT WOULD BE FUNNIER TOP WALK AROUND TALKING ABOUT OUR PRINTS BEING WET. i DUN’T KNOW WHY, BUT i JUST THINK THIS IS TURE. IT WOULD ALSO BE FUNNY TO PUT PRINTS IN A RETAIL SHOP.
» Posted By Krisi On 11.09.2011 @ 2:03 pm
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I collect purses. There is something so shallow and yet so necessary in having a purse for a woman, so stereotypical and so ultimately feminine. It doesn’t matter what else is going on my body, I love picking up my bag and knowing I have everything I need for my day.
» Posted By Krisi On 04.01.2009 @ 9:38 pm