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I don’t claim to know what a father does.
Such closeness wasn’t granted to me.

You disregard your own.
Your hands will never cause fear.
Your mouth will never issue curses.

These boys we have made and shape.
Will be granted more than they will know.
They will draw from these memories one day.
When they too will be called father.

» Posted By cait On 12.26.2017 @ 10:09 pm


pine. the tree was tall, and smelled like home. she was there with me when we moved into the house, where it took up the yard and yearned for the sky’s warm embrace. i can wrap my arms around it and pretend she’s there.

» Posted By cait On 07.18.2016 @ 8:24 am


its warm. its soft. its peaceful. like her.
its rage. its wind. its curious. like her.
its beauty, its fearing.
its everything and more.

» Posted By cait On 07.04.2016 @ 3:18 am


tutoring is hard. i typically hate it not because i hate teachong but beacuse im so bad at it. i thingk it takes some skill, patience and kindness to tutor. im just no the kindof person eho can, i will tell you how, show you, but then, im done

» Posted By cait On 07.24.2014 @ 4:22 pm


The little girl stared intensely at the bud trying to forcei it into showing her its freshly formed face. Turning to her mother – as she does everyday upon finding it still closed – she whines: ” Mooomm, it not oping!”

» Posted By Cait On 07.28.2013 @ 6:05 pm


“Oh, so you live in polar conditions up there huh?”
“No, it’s Canada not the arctic.”

» Posted By Cait On 07.28.2013 @ 11:09 am


Being creative is supposed to be the one thing that is importants in these little blurbs but I think in reality it is being a past typer. Creativity doesn’t do nothing if your just happen to be a slow typer…like me=)

» Posted By Cait On 07.05.2013 @ 8:00 pm


God is the awesomeness that we daily in everything beautiful. He isn’t IN that everything but He made it so He is reflected in it all.

» Posted By Cait On 07.01.2013 @ 2:53 pm


Looking at her now he couldn’t catch his breath. He had waited 13 years for this moment: finally seeing his daughter again, after tirelessly searching for her for so long. To him she was the most stunning thing he could lay eyes on.

» Posted By Cait On 06.26.2013 @ 4:04 pm


If you are being blamed for a crime you did commit then you probably deserve to be, not because you did it but because you didn’t fess up…

» Posted By Cait On 06.25.2013 @ 3:18 pm


I look at the bottles
Back to my face
Back to the bottles.

Reach for the bottles and pour those small blue capsules into my hands.
I have fallen under
I am weak
I can’t give it up

Drugs: my savior.

» Posted By Cait On 03.03.2013 @ 4:50 pm


Music to my ears. Concerts. Shared love of an artist or a band. Vibrations. The sound of a loved one’s voice. Click click click of the computer keys. Sound hound. Identity. Deafness. Communication. Essential. Children’s voices. Laughter.

» Posted By Cait On 01.19.2013 @ 2:40 am


All I could hear was the clicking. It was perpetual and it was irritating beyond belief. My article was due in 4 hours and I had barely even come up with a reasonable idea for a topic.

» Posted By Cait On 12.17.2012 @ 9:01 am


local is relative. local to me, next to me. In the city. In the state. In the country. In the world. In the universe. In fact, we are all local..there is no limit. Limitless local.

» Posted By Cait On 11.27.2012 @ 10:09 am


People’s emotions are askew and little do we know about them. We deal with our problems and put up with one another. We try and fix each others problems but it may not always work. People are confusing just like everything else.

» Posted By Cait On 09.23.2012 @ 5:22 am


Everything is still. It’s like there’s no-one even around, and Dean can’t stand it.

It’s different to hunting back in the real world. There’s always noises to give the prey aware, but here? Here in Purgatory, everything is still. Deathly still. It’s unnerving.

He doesn’t know where Cas is, hasn’t seen him for a good few hours at least, and that doesn’t do anything to put him at rest.

» Posted By Cait On 09.07.2012 @ 6:35 am


Sometimes, are the best way out.
of life
of pain
of stress
of shame.

of hurt.

» Posted By cait On 08.08.2012 @ 11:27 pm


Zeke had known many drug distributors during his time on the streets, but none had been as strange an acquaintance as Lillith Buford. Lillith was the only female distributor Zeke knew, but it was more than that. She had a strange maternal instinct for a distributor: of all of Zeke’s street acquaintances, she was the only one who tended to ask him how he was doing on a daily basis.

» Posted By Cait On 06.26.2012 @ 1:07 pm


When you transform through your life. You don’t actually see it happening in front of your face. You look back on your life and try to pinpoint at what point in your life you have become this new person. And at that moment you have to decide if you actually like that person or not. When you decide it’s almost too late to change.

» Posted By Cait On 05.27.2012 @ 9:17 pm


in the backseat i found my old sweater, not in the trunk but it seems so distant that maybe it was….. i can only believe that what was once lost was found, and now i can return to living without you.

» Posted By cait On 03.22.2012 @ 12:07 pm


i just joined a basket-weaving class. It’s not as fun as i thought it would be. It’s a very competitive atmosphere. The class list said beginner, but i think some of these people are intermediate, at least. It’s just ridiculous. My cat thinks it’s outrageous, and i agree.

» Posted By Cait On 03.03.2012 @ 9:49 am


I’m sitting next to my fireplace right now… It’s warm. It reminds me of how cold it is outside, and how lucky I am that I’m sitting all nice and bundled next to it. It reminds me of how my friend Rachelle doesn’t have a fireplace, and she has to use a small space heater in her bedroom if she wants warmth. I’m supposed to go to her dad’s house in San Fransisco on New Years… EXCITED :D

» Posted By cait On 12.23.2011 @ 8:35 pm


smells like leaves and pencils and butterflies in my stomach. it’s those mornings when you know what crisp means, or the days kissing is as much about keeping warm as romance

» Posted By cait On 11.07.2011 @ 8:12 pm


I feel like I’m an average person. I get average grades. I have average looks. I do average things. When i was younger I partied a lot and had a lot of friends. I felt like my life was interesting and fun then and always different. Not average like it is now. I wish i could go go back to that.

» Posted By Cait On 09.15.2011 @ 11:35 am


Today he had to cancel his bank account because it turns out that the bank was bankrupt. Talk about irony. It’s funny, I think. I hope he gets to keep all his money and everything.

» Posted By Cait On 09.14.2011 @ 8:48 pm


Posion can kill you phisically or mentally. Of course, if you drank a bottle of poison you would be sick in a minute. However, the worst kind of poison, is the kind that comes from the best people in your life, the kind that poisons your soul and stabs daggers in your heart. And that poison is called love.

» Posted By Cait On 08.21.2011 @ 8:21 pm


Transportation is like life… It comes in so many different forms. Do you want your life to speed by like a jet? The fastest way to go through? Or do you want to be a pedestrian and take a stroll through life?

» Posted By Cait On 08.20.2011 @ 8:50 pm


To succeed without cheating is the greatest honor anyone can have. Cheaters will win in a heartbeat, however they will not have that same good feeling in their heart when they win first place if they know they have cheated. Those who succeed without cheating and work hard to succeed, are those who matter in life

» Posted By Cait On 08.18.2011 @ 8:35 am

at school, at love, at life have a job to succeed at life and love as much as you can. Succeed does not mean that you need to succeed in material things. Material things are merely a reflection of what you have in real life, what is in front of you.

» Posted By Cait On 08.17.2011 @ 2:45 pm


Threads are often found in the home of somebody who enjoys sewing, knitting, or crocheting. Thread would not be found in my home because I do not pursue in any of those activities. Thread comes in many different colors, which can be helpful when knitting and crocheting gifts for other people.

» Posted By Cait On 08.15.2011 @ 8:42 pm

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