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Her words were translucent. We all knew that she was lying. If you couldn’t already tell with her shaky voice avoided eye contact, you could definitely see it in her face. I began to scrutinize every word that ever came out of her mouth. Could I ever believe anything she said ever again, after all this was over?

» Posted By McKayla On 07.10.2014 @ 8:37 pm


It was illogical to think without emotion. You can’t just make a decision solely based off of fact. There’s always passion, angst, anything involved. Use your heart sometimes. Your brain isn’t the only logical one.

» Posted By McKayla On 07.09.2014 @ 2:19 pm


Her heart was disfigured from the devastating blow of the words, “I don’t love you”. She had been in her room again, living those words over, and over, and over.

» Posted By McKayla On 07.08.2014 @ 7:17 pm

The mans arm was disfigured from the bomb that had exploded near him during the war. It was a constant reminder of memories he often tried to forget.

» Posted By McKayla On 07.08.2014 @ 7:11 pm


A place where I travel to be with my family. A place I go which is serendipitous and reminds me if the raw simplicity if living. The mountains set me free and make me live. I see the top of the world and see the simplistic beauty if a work lacking technology on the top of the mountain

» Posted By Mckayla On 05.15.2014 @ 5:26 pm


Jelly. You have a jelly heart. No, that is not a bad thing. But it is not good either. Some words can bounce right off, where other, if hard enough, can hurt it, and cause many scars. But also, once in there nothing ever leaves and it is always safe. You have a jelly heart.

» Posted By Mckayla On 06.06.2012 @ 2:45 pm


to maek peple mefonmc

» Posted By Mckayla On 03.07.2012 @ 12:32 pm


I wish i knew what this word meant. Who knows? I always thought it meant something that is full or rich? Who knows, oh well. But this would have been a lovely story anyways. Sooo yeah. I’m off to a bad start :(

» Posted By Mckayla On 10.07.2011 @ 2:34 pm


I repeat things in my head all the time – words, songs, memories and many more things. Repeating is a huge part of my brain.

» Posted By Mckayla On 08.16.2011 @ 6:58 pm


lishoe.Heels are pretty cool. I think of red. Bright red heels, with a pointy toe and pencil thin heels. I don’t like pointy heels though. I think of a country gson by Pickler. That’s probably why I think of red.

» Posted By McKayla On 03.15.2011 @ 9:23 pm


clock work turns in my head.

I can feel the gears turning,
but no one’s loaded the ammo yet.

» Posted By mckayla On 12.06.2008 @ 9:35 am


hanging taught from old rope,
I swing back and forth,
forth and back,
back and forth,
in front of the old clock face,
I fear the moment it strikes twelve,
but my feet so far from the ground,
all I can do is hang,

» Posted By mckayla On 11.17.2008 @ 6:59 pm


walking along that path,
same path,
I whistle that tune,
same tune
of a far-off-distant memory,
a vauge dream fading,
day by day.

My eyes sparkle in the bright sunlight,
a drop of a golden ray of sunlight falling onto my cheek to shimmer there.

another falls opposite it,
as the sun ducks behind a cloud,
and the sky fills with dark, angsty, shapeless blobs

I turn my face heavan-ward,
I get soaked,
like the day my heart broke,
and as my dream turns into a nightmare

» Posted By mckayla On 10.23.2008 @ 11:39 am


utop a mantle, the picture sits,
people staring out,
not aware of the people staring in
to their time and place,
frame and photo,
utop a mantle.

» Posted By mckayla On 08.24.2008 @ 7:40 pm


pride is for the foolish one,
who cherishes his material items.
he lost all his pride
when his house burned
and turned up with plenty of love and family,
but wasn’t still happy.

“Only by pride comes contention, but with the well-advised is wisdom.”

-Proverbs 13:10

» Posted By mckayla On 09.15.2008 @ 12:27 pm


spots of color on the side of the road of life,
I have learned to see.
A rainbow of flowers, in every shade,
going on for eternity.

» Posted By mckayla On 09.11.2008 @ 6:07 pm


Of redish brown
Creates the surrounding walls.
Stacked to the celing,
Held tight together,
No gaps.
Theres no light in my room,
No window penetrates this gloom
And dark.
I don’t know why I’m here,
Rats in my lap,
Rough bricks against my back.
My hand encloses a neclace charm,
Fingers trace a name
Etched over and over in the ground.
My head lolls to the side,
I am given bread and water,
But not what I need to end my hunger,
My thirst.

This place.
But I’m lost,
Like not knowing a place
You’ve been all your life.
And I have been all my life.
The reason being
I have been everywhere,
Yet never have left the dark recesses of
My mind.
A seclusion far from safe.
I have been nowhwere.
I am nowhere,
Except the place I’ve been.

No matter now,
It will be over soon.
Thoughts are useless at a time.
Time like now;
No time.

No time,
No place.

Can’t move me,
Time or place.
I stay here,
talking to the walls.
The brick walls.
Haven’t changed.
Since never.
Has ever been before.
Many times before.
Have tried moving me.
And found impossibe.
And possible.
If I move on my own.


The rats ate my will.
I cannot move.
Brick walls


» Posted By mckayla On 09.07.2008 @ 10:53 am


throw the ball
throw the ball

» Posted By mckayla On 09.01.2008 @ 3:26 pm


delay time
no time
so little time
all the time

delay time
no time
so little time
all the time

the clock is ticking,
the hands reaching for 12
i cant run out of time
give me more time

delay time
no time
so little time
all the time

Running to no end,
running out of breath,
running out of time,
no time to spare

no time to spare,
but time is all we have.
running out of time,
delay time

each fatal tick of the clock,
not enough distance gained,
precious seconds slip away,
my legs do not move fast enough.

delay time
no time
so little time
all the time

out of time.

» Posted By mckayla On 08.30.2008 @ 8:13 pm

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