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I sat with my pen poised above the paper….but the words wouldn’t come. I should be able to think of something good to say about him. I should be able to cry, but it won’t come. None of it makes sense.
» Posted By Krissy On 09.17.2016 @ 12:27 pm
I opened the cabinet. Not much in there. A couple cans of beans, tomato sauce, a half empty box of minute rice. A month ago my cabinet was full. So much has changed since then.
» Posted By Krissy On 09.15.2016 @ 10:59 am
Jenny scrawled and scrawled across the chalkboard. The children had left hours ago. All those maleable little minds looking to her for guidance, approval. Sometimes it drove her to sheer sweating anxiety.
» Posted By Krissy On 01.01.2015 @ 9:08 pm
the pain hit me like the shattering of a windsheild. they took away everything i had ever loved, the pain on her face was enough to kill me, my only daughter, my world and they had derived her of food and nutrients, stole her soul and it destroyed me knowing she had forgotten how to smile
» Posted By Krissy On 07.11.2013 @ 5:56 am
I am willful. I need to move, and I need to go. I need to tear past all that’s stopping me, rip up the mess I am running into, and fight for what I know I can do. I believe. And I can do. So tired of not hearing and not seeing. I will.
» Posted By Krissy On 07.02.2013 @ 3:30 pm
i guess christmas is the first thought, the ornaments adorned onto the tree, so bright so cheerful. but there is sadness too, memories of those who have left us, those we love and miss, the holiday just isn’t the same without her. i guess nothing will be, but it is better to adore than to desaturate, what ugh i dont know what that means, poodles
» Posted By krissy On 06.21.2013 @ 9:09 am
When I was talking to Jones he told me to just get over it. As if depression is something you can just get over. You don’t get over it. You get in it. You fight it, one punch at time, but the problem is that it punches back. It must be where I get all of my bruises. I try to surgically remove the sadness in my heart, but after I stitch myself up I am still left with a scar. You can’t simplify depression.
» Posted By Krissy On 05.08.2013 @ 12:00 pm
her eyes were a soft shade of blue as the tear slowly fell, her once pink lips turning almost the same color as her eyes, slowly the cold takes over her small body leaving her to freeze in the cool water. Once upon a time she was a caring sister, but just like Jack Frost she lost her life saving her sister.
» Posted By krissy On 02.01.2013 @ 5:50 am
he walked into the house unexpectedly, you see the world is a dark place and he was a dark soul. He meant only to steal the heart of the young man sleeping upstairs, not figuratively of course. only he wants it for the sweet flavor of the delicasy, his one favorite meal. he loves the flavor as the liquid drips down his chin and the way it feels when he bites down into the sweet candy he has come to love. ….
» Posted By Krissy On 01.29.2013 @ 8:06 am
he walked into the house unexpectedly, you see the world is a dark place and he was a dark soul. He meant only to steal the heart of the young man sleeping upstairs, not figuratively of course. only he wants it for teh sweet flavor of the delacsy, his one favorite meal. he loves the flavor as the liquid drips down his chin and the way it feels when he bites down into the sweet candy he has come to love.
» Posted By Krissy On 01.29.2013 @ 8:02 am
shes have a baby due in a week
» Posted By krissy On 12.16.2012 @ 5:19 pm
Rise above what everyone has told you, what they expect of you. Fall on hard times, it happens. But rise out of the ashes, prove everyone wrong. To rise, is to be strong and to have faith that there is more than what is now. Gives you something to look forward too.
» Posted By Krissy On 11.29.2012 @ 8:02 pm
The institutions are what are holding you back. You can never quite escape its arms. It reaches out to you in so many ways, to find you, to control you.
» Posted By Krissy On 11.17.2012 @ 6:28 am
Alive and dead. So simple yet so complex the feelings you give me I will curress. The tears I taste are bittersweet. Reminding me of a time when I called you mine. A time filled with harmonic medolic melodies that harmonized incredably. You are all I see and my mind races and your fingers left traces of these bittersweet memories. I knew what it was like to be alive when you stood by my side.
» Posted By Krissy On 09.16.2012 @ 10:55 pm
Police patrol. Flashlights looming in the dark crevices of the world, searching for meaning. Searching for the answer. All of the helpless, depending on the flashlights of the patrol, unable to take a stand on their own.
» Posted By Krissy On 07.20.2012 @ 10:05 am
Sound. Sonic reverberations. It’s how bats communicate and perceive the world around them. Sound waves are everywhere, even though no one can see them. It makes me wonder what else is all around us that can’t be seen.
» Posted By Krissy On 07.17.2012 @ 12:38 pm
You see people with sculpted arms and equisite back muscles flowing through the motions. It’s the human body’s upper half in perfect movement, and it propels the boat forward with a swift, breezy speed.
» Posted By Krissy On 07.15.2012 @ 10:11 pm
We all have bandages. Old wounds that have needed tending to, that we’ve nursed and given time to heal, and bandaged with the love and support of friends and family, or maybe even just time. When we remove those bandages, we have scars.
» Posted By Krissy On 07.12.2012 @ 12:58 pm
I wish that I could erase the moment in my life that I made the decision to leave her for the summer. It’s causing us both so much more pain than either of us needs. She is depressed, and anxious and I can’t stand being the one who is doing that to her. I miss her, I need to go home to her. It’s too late now, I have a job. So I’ll work all summer and then go back to the love of my life.
» Posted By KRissy On 05.17.2012 @ 2:35 pm
“I have to tell you something and I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.”
“What?” I asked cautiously. i didn’t know if I actually wanted to hear this or not.
“I went out with Jeremy today. We…” She hesitated.
“You kissed.” I filled in the blanks for her. Tears filled my eyes.
“I- How do you know?” She asked me.
Her confirmation spilled my tears over. “I guessed.”
“I’m sorry Elle,” She whispered.
“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled and turned away. “I’m going home.”
“No… please don’t leave.” She said softly.
» Posted By Krissy On 04.08.2012 @ 5:02 pm
To most people it was just an apron. To my family it was magical. Not literally of course, but it was a family heirloom. My great great grandmother had made the blasted thing. It was one of the ugliest things that I’d ever seen in my life but my mother insisted on keeping it in the kitchen. Where everybody could see it. It was booger green with ugly orange flowers embroidered on it.
» Posted By Krissy On 01.05.2012 @ 8:05 pm
I stared at the trunk in disbelief. How had it survived? I threw it off a bloody cliff with a stick of dynamite inside it! The trunk was the bane of my existence. It contained things that would end my life forever if they were ever found.
» Posted By Krissy On 01.03.2012 @ 6:03 pm
The glimmer of the sunlight in her eyes was captivating. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She was just standing there clutching her books to her chest. She was laughing at something somebody said which made her that much more beautiful. I wanted to go talk to her but something stopped me. She was way to good for me.
» Posted By Krissy On 01.01.2012 @ 6:02 pm
Ally looked around her and took in the familiar setting. She was finally home. It had taken two long days on multiple planes with multiple layovers but she was home for good. She didn’t have to walk around Crenshaw anymore, bombarded with constant reminders of Colin. Losing him had been the worst thing to happen to her in her relatively short life.
» Posted By Krissy On 12.07.2011 @ 2:11 am
when i think of evidence. i think of bones, law and order, csi, and of course, psych. it kills me. but am i suppose to define evidence? if so….proof? lol. :]
» Posted By krissy On 09.26.2011 @ 8:06 pm
Sometimes I can see her from across the division which labels me unfit for her company. I’m an outcast and she’s a queen. But sometimes I wish she’d look at me anyway, just to have a moment in which I can believe I’m something more.
» Posted By Krissy On 09.05.2011 @ 7:30 am
my brain is not as elastic as it used to be. stretched beyond it’s breaking point i’m now left with a soggy mess of goo hitting the corners of my head. this may be unusual for most. but it’s no anomaly for me i suppose.
» Posted By Krissy On 08.11.2011 @ 7:30 am
when you lock something up, you always know its secure. it eases your mind, and helps you move on with your life. if its a person you may feel safer, if its money you may feel happy you are saving it.
» Posted By Krissy On 08.05.2011 @ 8:45 pm
One time I went to a funeral in Virginia. It was for the passing of my great-grandmother, and was the second funeral that year. The first one was for the passing of my uncle, which was really tough because that was the second child my grandmother lost in her lifetime. But, at the end of that year was my aunt’s wedding, so I guess it was a happily ever after.
» Posted By Krissy On 06.11.2011 @ 4:34 pm
Back To Stats Page
Montage of my life
pictures of everything and everyone
that I’ve ever know
flashing before my eyes
like a happy movie
with bubbly music playing in the background
I share the smiles and laughter
and wait for it to stop
but it never does
because unlike a montage
my life is a story
that never ends.
» Posted By Krissy On 05.31.2011 @ 7:31 pm