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It was like he wasn’t even speaking, he was mumbling. You could hear the low hum of his voice under his breath. Not being able to make out the words, but enough to know he was trying to sass her about something.
Mumbling got him nowhere but trouble, and he knew it too. But he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to

» Posted By Kassandra On 04.16.2013 @ 10:11 pm


show me what you’ve got,
and boy had it better
be good,
because I don’t take less than that

if you really want to know me,
first you’ve got to
let me see what you’re worth

I may be a pitiful girl
in need of a
5-year growth spurt
but at least I’ll have you
to make me feel

» Posted By kassandra On 09.07.2012 @ 11:31 pm


I’m only in it
for the money
whether you like it
or not

because I wanna be a ballin’

» Posted By kassandra On 09.05.2012 @ 6:39 pm


any time you bring it over here
of course I shudder
and I thought that maybe
you’d have gotten
the fucking hint by now

you think you know about it
but the truth is that
there’s nothing to know

I cannot feel
or see
or hear
so I leave it over there
to rot,
I guess.

» Posted By kassandra On 09.04.2012 @ 8:27 am


It wasn’t much of a thing to her
but it meant something to me
the way she put her hand on mine
and told me
that she
to die.

I didn’t feel it then as much as now.
It’s hard to say it but
I wish she would have
done it.

» Posted By kassandra On 09.03.2012 @ 9:10 am


feeling fuzzy
cannot touch but
can feel nonetheless

feeling sharp
it pricks u
in a way that only hurts
very far away

u feel so prickly
but also
in my hands

» Posted By kassandra On 09.02.2012 @ 7:15 am


The key to the Underworld. The key to Heaven. The key to our Universe. It has always been me, regardless how many times I have denied it. I’ve always been the key keeper. The responsibility is on my shoulders…

» Posted By Kassandra On 08.04.2012 @ 10:36 pm


My principal at the office was an old man – but none the wiser for all his experience. He had been sitting in his office chair for a life time without gaining anything but weight and a sense of being a piece of furniture.

» Posted By Kassandra On 07.30.2012 @ 5:49 am


people hunting killers, shrek, mobs, cavemen, fire, stick.

» Posted By Kassandra On 03.19.2012 @ 9:55 am


Rise above the crowd and make a diffierence, be something and go somewhere. Life is too beautiful to live underneath your potential.. l

» Posted By Kassandra On 06.10.2011 @ 3:17 pm


A listless stranger flits her eyes about
as her thoughts must be also.
She has bright eyes, large eyes,
round eyes,
inflated eyes:
eyes full of air.
Her hair is thin and wispy, and it makes her seem frail
as it barely grazes her tiny shoulders.
Her knees are best to her chest
as she sits on a bench,
and she’s hugging them.
Her nails are bright orange,
she’s wearing short shorts,
and sneakers.
She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on,
and you’re sure of her depth of soul,
and you’re sure that she’s perfect.

Do you know anything?

» Posted By Kassandra On 04.21.2011 @ 9:41 pm


Your mind is blank,
and it makes you fear
that the place your soul should reside
is a void much like your skull.

You crave the interest of others,
but you don’t care about anything other than

» Posted By Kassandra On 04.19.2011 @ 8:52 pm


The music swam through the room;
we were in a fishbowl,
and everyone gurgled
and everyone “bloop bloop bloop”-ed.
The strumming fucked the plucking
and the drumming fucked the plinking
and it was one giant orgy
that moaned
into my ears.

» Posted By Kassandra On 04.18.2011 @ 8:41 pm


Black eyes are a mark of it.
The kind of eyes that are focused on something behind you;
they reach beyond your head and
they don’t look very kind.

The way your soul gets chipped away at
with every touch; every shove;
every cold nudge to the left as he
storms on toward the unreachable.

» Posted By Kassandra On 03.13.2011 @ 9:59 am


A mind that reels with nowhere to go
it winds and winds and
but produces nothing.
A problem
I see it, but I will never know
how to fix it.
I’ve always wanted to invent something.

» Posted By Kassandra On 02.18.2011 @ 9:39 pm


My fingers tear through a snag and all I can think about is the fact that my face may be pretty, but it is framed by a torn-up birds nest. After that, all I can think about is how insignificant hair is. I want it gone.
My lips are dry and flaky, my skin is rough and red and bumpy, and my eyes are smudgy. Nothing about today feels good, and by “feels good” I mean “looks good.”
My mood is set, and based on what?
Nothing too important.

» Posted By Kassandra On 02.17.2011 @ 7:55 pm


wool blanket draped over shoulders
coffee in one hand; a pen in the other
notebook on lap
you feel a cliche
but you do it anyway
because you like it
sometimes we stray from conformity
when “conforming” would make us happy
do we really need to be all that

» Posted By Kassandra On 02.16.2011 @ 2:46 pm


sitting alone in a darkroom
is much different from sitting alone in a dark room.
darkrooms aren’t that dark;
they’re very red
very sensual
i would touch myself in a darkroom,
but not a dark room.
i would eat a crimson apple in a darkroom and feel evil,
but in a dark room i would only feel

» Posted By Kassandra On 02.02.2011 @ 8:50 pm


i had to tape a piece of paper to that back of my cell phone that says “if you find this please call…” it took me forever to find some tape so i could do it! i went to the student store but they didn’t have any! no tape! i had to go all the way out to wal-mart to find it.

» Posted By kassandra On 03.24.2009 @ 8:29 pm


Sticky, wet
it doesn’t feel

My hair is frizzy
sharp, jagged, pointy curves in each strand
frizz, frizz, frizz

I think, perhaps, that he feels it too
but would not say
no, would not dare say.

» Posted By Kassandra On 08.03.2009 @ 11:00 pm


its dark out tonight. The birds are all asleep, no moon no stars. is this the end of us? the end of our world. the vampire are coming, we are not going to survive.

» Posted By Kassandra On 04.05.2009 @ 1:51 am


spoon are for eating things like soup, cereal and pudding. I love spoons, they are so useful. I don’t know what I would do without one. Forks have limited uses but a spoon does not.

» Posted By kassandra On 02.18.2010 @ 5:32 am


Life begins with the toybox, filled with colourful baubles and beautiful items for children and some adults to sit down and create a world unimagined before. Take small figures and make a universe in which they control and take part in.

» Posted By Kassandra On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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