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In the holidays the kids and I went to the movies. We saw Ralph Breaks the internet. It was a pretty cool movie. Interesting to see ‘The Internet’ represented in a movie format. Good humour.

» Posted By Kendra On 01.31.2019 @ 1:12 am


I hate physics. It was really hard for me to do this in college. I had a freind help me. She was good at it. I made a good grade in this class beacuse of her. My professor was stinky. He talked way way way to loud. And it is so hard to think about that.

» Posted By Kendra On 02.07.2018 @ 7:49 am


To believe in angels guarding our souls from above, to a fiery pit of death buried underneath this earth, what is religion really rooted in?

» Posted By Kendra On 04.04.2017 @ 10:16 pm


family and doing things that bring back memories of being a kid when things were simpler and time went by slower.

» Posted By Kendra On 01.03.2017 @ 12:41 pm


I can’t help but be sad. It take s more effort ubt stoping dones’t seem like an option it hate it sometimes. But at the same time I crave it. I wear a frown with pride. Call me crazy, I don’t mind at all. I can’t relax. It is easier said than done.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.16.2014 @ 9:18 pm


I am an artist, the canvas is my thought process, my mindscape. Paints, and colors, vibrant and real, stand out, displaying my dreams, my wishes, my nightmares. I dream in color, never black and white, the gallery of my mind is for one person only, VIP access, one at a time, never any more..

» Posted By Kendra On 05.23.2014 @ 7:32 am

The sky fits together like pieces of puzzle. A work of art whose author remains unknown.

» Posted By Kendra On 05.23.2014 @ 7:26 am


The movies are a dark place. Opening your mind to the possibilites to let your mind escape the reality of your life. It’s lets you re

» Posted By Kendra On 02.05.2014 @ 9:14 am

We hold a secret.

Deep beneath the streets of Paris we convene, disbanding only once we’ve had our fill. Past the catacombs and to the right; worry not, there are those among us who know the way.

We were found once, by a bumbling policeman with extraordinary luck. We evacuated that night; each of us swept up in a haze of bafflement.

Our new home will not be so easily found, our lair of serenity not so easily penetrated. This time we will move before you come, popcorn kernels and candy wrappers the only evidence left behind. And a note.

Do not try to find us.

» Posted By Kendra On 02.04.2014 @ 9:06 pm


Winter is here.

Sweaters and snow, hot chocolate and fires; it brings us together. The brisk walks through the forest bring smiles to our faces and pink to our cheeks. We bury our noses into the scarves around our necks as we toss packed snow at each other, giggling at how childish we’ve become. We stop, but only because we can no longer feel our fingers, and pull them up to our foggy breath, hoping the heat will revive them. When that doesn’t work, we join them, stealing the heat from one another.

We hold onto each other as we head back inside knowing our hands may be cold, buried beneath layers of wool and fleece, but our hearts are warm and full of love.

» Posted By Kendra On 10.28.2013 @ 4:55 pm


I love how his hair tangles in my hands, how the curls mold to the shape of my fingers even after they return to my sides.

When I wake up, he’s the first thing I see.

And the only thing don’t want to look away from.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.25.2013 @ 2:09 am


There is a piano in the old house next door.

I went into the house once. Everything was covered in cobwebs and dusty white sheets. The piano played happier tunes while I was there, different from the slow and mesmerizing tunes I hear from my open window in the night.

Strange though; that the keys move even though no one sits at the bench.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.23.2013 @ 3:01 pm


It’s on again. The old radio we brought down from the attic, the one grandpa used to have in his house; it’s turned itself on again. The same smooth, sonorous voice oozes from its speaker and we are bound to listen.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.22.2013 @ 2:18 am


Fate, they call me and my sisters, for we wind the thread that binds their short lives together.

My sisters cut and spin, but I measure. I measure time and happiness and heartbreak; nothing passes without my knowledge.

You may think to defeat death or cheat time, but I measure the seconds that pass in your life.

And your time is up.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.19.2013 @ 10:46 pm


They exist, I tell you. Go on, have a laugh. Roll your eyes and snort in derision, nudge your buddy and share knowing looks. Say I’ve gone mad, that I’m off my meds.

Well, that part may be true.

But I know what I saw.

Somewhere, hidden in the darkest part of the ocean tide, they dart through the water with fins more powerful than our own two legs.

You laugh now, but I’ll show you.

One day.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.18.2013 @ 12:47 am


The water had gone. A new generation has grown up and left this world altogether; the ones alive now had never known the beauty of the ocean’s shore, or the feel of salty sea spray on their skin. They had never played with the waves at the water’s edge, tempting fate and wetting their sand-filled shoes.

But they listened.

The children grew up on such stories, told to them by their parents and the elders of the city. Through them they learned of the Ocean, and of lakes and rivers and streams; of water that fell from the sky in torrents, that it once pooled in the city streets where the children used to play.

And they knew.

They knew that even as they survived in the desert wasteland they called home, alongside the ever-burning Sun and the sand that clung to your skin; they knew that while the people of the desert had learned how to survive, they no longer knew how to live.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.16.2013 @ 12:00 pm

The water had gone. A new generation has grown up and left this world altogether, the ones alive now never knew the beauty of the seashore.

» Posted By Kendra On 09.16.2013 @ 11:42 am


Fresh prince comes to mind. Also, why are they making a new version? The reruns of the original are perfect. The show is not in need of continuance–Jayden is a fine actor but needs to leave his father’s shadow soon or he’ll never be able to work as a serious actor on his own.

» Posted By Kendra On 08.15.2013 @ 9:40 pm


strung reminds me of lights, like you string lights around a camper when you are camping. or when you have a party.
it reminds me of lights, to illuminate an area.

» Posted By Kendra On 06.16.2013 @ 9:26 pm


Collage is a board or whatever full of random pictures of anything, maybe it has a theme, maybe it has nothing. You can arrange it in anyway you wish and decorate it with anything. the collage is yours. Yours to do anything with. Making a collage is a great experience for everyone.

» Posted By Kendra On 06.05.2013 @ 11:18 pm


I washed my body with the soap and it slipped out of my hand as I got close to my face. I reached down to grab it but it kept sliding away from me. It just wasn’t my day. My dog didn’t want to be around me, neither did my cat… and now the soap didn’t either. What a pity.

» Posted By Kendra On 05.09.2013 @ 10:41 pm


People rate each other all the time in their minds. They compare themselves to the people around them to make themselves feel better. If they feel fat, they will make sure to notice someone fatter than them so that their rating of their own weight goes down. They know it doesn’t matter and yet they focus so much on making themselves feel acceptable.

» Posted By Kendra On 05.03.2013 @ 7:45 pm


i never want to electrocute myself, i bet it would hurt. I think it would be just as bad to see get electrocuted. i wonder if i will love my whole life not getting struck by lightning. lol

» Posted By kendra On 04.26.2013 @ 12:25 pm


I am eternal, everlasting, infinite, pleasure beyond measure, I am that I am. Forever in existence for I am time.

» Posted By Kendra On 03.13.2013 @ 6:25 pm


I feel it all the time
Passing by someone
Running through the park in the morning breeze
In my apartment in the middle of the night
I shouldn’t feel this
I do though
Help me

» Posted By Kendra On 02.25.2013 @ 5:06 pm

I always feel startled when you’re near
I shake and cry
When I remember what happened that night
You pretend nothing happened
We both damn know something happened
When you came up behind me
I was startled
You said it was okay
Was it really?

» Posted By Kendra On 02.25.2013 @ 4:50 pm


Now is meaning that you should react then. Don’t wait till later because you might miss out on and opportunity.

» Posted By Kendra On 12.26.2012 @ 2:14 pm


The actual things you feel as compared to what you want to feel can be completely different.

» Posted By kendra On 12.24.2012 @ 12:55 am


And yet, life is not such. How we wish for life to be simple, to be easy, without difficulty. No hardships, no problems. Just happiness and love, smiles and sunshine. And yet, it is not.

» Posted By Kendra On 12.06.2012 @ 8:00 am


A square is not very interesting, because a square is part of a box. A box is where ideas are limited, and limiting ideas blocks all the wonderful things you can do with your imagination. A square is a limit, to leave it is to free yourself.

» Posted By Kendra On 11.23.2012 @ 6:38 pm

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