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televised

the revolution is being televised. people in the streets. police in the streets. wars on other continents, where they tweet us the dets.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 02.01.2014 @ 7:56 am

stencil

she sat alone, pencil in hand, waiting, wanting, wishing for things to change. the chance she had, she passed. her future in her hands, she draws, not for herself, not for others, but the chance to makes things right.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 11.30.2013 @ 9:43 am

systems

it starts with the chills. you can’t get enough water, but can’t eat. your body temperature goes down, the systems of death.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 02.01.2013 @ 2:23 pm

upper

above was everything. hopes, dreams, desires. it was all just out of reach but always in sight. the upper level of him mind was find with all that cold be, and just below was the ideas of how to get there.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 10.14.2012 @ 2:28 pm

wet

it was perfect in every way, small in slippery and shaven. it tasted salty & sweet, and was perfectly wet. it was beautiful and meaningless, and i miss it in every way.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 10.11.2012 @ 1:05 pm

scene

“R.I.P. the scene” the graffiti read
i looked at it for a while and wondered what kind of inside joke i was on the outside of. two years later i walked down the same ally and it was still there. true story.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 10.05.2012 @ 9:49 pm

hundred

i had lost it.
it meant so much and it was gone now.
i have no idea how it happened, where it went, or how to get it back.
but i will get another like it, and though i will always miss the one i had, i will get another like it.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.28.2012 @ 6:49 pm

breath

it can easy and gasping, like braking the surface of the water.
her legs were still trembling, and her mind numb with pleasure.
when she caught her breath and could finally speak again, all she could say was: “thank you”

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.27.2012 @ 2:49 pm

people

i looked out at a sea of people, but none of them human. clones of the average they told they needed to be humanity. no thoughts that were their own, no original ideas, nothing to tell one from the next.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.22.2012 @ 6:24 pm

claim

my claim on you is ever present to me, my gift to you is me, and all the good things i will bring to you. my gift to you, you will take, you will claim me, and think the idea was yours

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.19.2012 @ 5:30 pm

and when the inner war was over, claim came over me, it washed over my mind like the tide, and peace was left, and “never again” i said, will the war damage me.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.19.2012 @ 5:27 pm

together

the music and words, together
like you and me
left alone, so strange
together, better
but things are not always as they seem
and apart sometimes
is just as good
as together

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.17.2012 @ 9:16 pm

alive

if i was alive
i would never let you go
if i was forever
you would be alone
i the truth was told
you would never speak a word
if i was alone
you would be next to me

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 09.16.2012 @ 11:00 pm

powder

“I’m going to go powder my nose.” she said.
as she got up from the table, Eric watched her butt sway back and forth, he dreamed of the nasty things he could do to thay very butt later that night.

» Posted By t.f. krag On 01.14.2010 @ 3:53 pm

natural

natural is what hippies think everything they put in there body is. but they forget about beer. natural is thought to be good, but hurracains are natural as well, and no-on likes them.

» Posted By t.f. krag On 01.13.2010 @ 1:48 pm

confusion

Confusion is what happens when you watch Fox News. One may think that they a basic understanding of the world, then Glenn Beck comes on.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 01.06.2010 @ 8:27 am

sour

she tasted of lemon when he first kissed her. she was tall with black hair and a great wit. he liked the why she laughed and would flop her hair back when with a quick head whip when she was done.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 01.30.2010 @ 11:13 pm

outlet

my outlet is writing. i use my writing to say how i feel, what i think, and what i believe. writing is that last freedom my gov’t will take from me. when all i have lest is my pen and paper, they will lock me in a cage, and take my pen and paper… then i will write on the wall with my blood.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 01.29.2010 @ 3:15 am

options

his options were slim. let everyone die, or jump on the garnade. he was not a brave man. but he didn’t want everyone else to die. so he became a hero.

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 01.20.2010 @ 11:50 pm

clipboard

“that fuckin prick with his clipboard! so fuckin full of himself, things he’s always right just cuz he has a clipboard. I have a pocket, that holds papers too asshole!”

» Posted By T.F. Krag On 01.19.2010 @ 3:14 am

adapt

what the GOP is trying, but failing to do.

» Posted By t.f. krag On 02.12.2010 @ 4:30 am

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