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I am sorry I didn’t finish my homework,
and that I skipped practice,
and that I stole that candy bar,
and that I didn’t do my chores,
and that I am a bad kid,
I’m so sorry.
I know you’ve forgiven me.

But it’s hard to forgive myself
After you’re gone.

I love you mama.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 10.06.2014 @ 6:33 pm


My sister told me a saying that her Religion Studies professor told her:

I don’t care if you believe in rocks, just don’t throw them at me.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 01.17.2014 @ 1:51 am


She leers over me, tall and contempt Countess, she.
I wait, sitting aloof on the countertops. It doesn’t work –
She – an accountant, as if – waits on me, unimpressed.
I, sheepishly counting on my fingers those careless steps –
The ones i left behind – too unaccounted for.
“I new I could count on you
to hold me accountable,” she bites, sneering at my incompetency.
a clever counter, indeed.
I fail my coolness, and the Countenance tells all.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 01.14.2014 @ 10:41 pm


I open the door to the old Frigidair. It wheezes out icy dust, sending a chill through me. For untold wonders may sleep within this lost tomb of foods Saved and Forgotten. Here lies a mystery, buried beneath the freezer-burned hotdog buns and frosted hamburger patties, trapped under ancient ice-cream tubs and old spaghetti sauce. It is found smothered under three ice bags. The care taken to arrange it so unsuspectingly is strangely disturbing. There lies the unknown substance, long frozen into a tupperware block. I have no memory of putting it there. Who know’s what could be waiting inside?

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 01.07.2014 @ 6:05 pm


I am bound to my twin unwillingly. She and my mother fight, and somehow I am dragged into it.

I don’t like to admit it to myself, but her behavior reflects on mine, even though it shouldn’t.

Collateral damage has new meaning to me.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 12.29.2013 @ 6:42 pm


I used to think that I was “uncool”. I wanted to be “cool” though. I burned for it, dreamed of it, that oh-so-desirable need for that status which consumed me with fear and self-pity, that seductive pillar of being. Yet, I had no idea what it really meant. Little did I know that I was already “cool” to my peers. They loved me, my strange personality, my image, everything, for who I was. “Cool” was just another word for loved I guess. I suppose, what I really wanted was to be “self-assured”.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 01.27.2013 @ 8:03 pm


I like to visit many places in my mind. My childhood, my future, my imagination, and the like. I can travel there whenever i want. No disturbances. I wish I could take others there too, show them what i see, where i go. Those places are a part of me.

» Posted By Paige Burdick On 01.21.2013 @ 9:13 pm

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