Katie-Kaboom

thick sturdy walls protecting the sanctuary inside those walls can be anything. an immense forest. dark foreboding trees that throw shadows upon the creatures within gallently prancing unicorns sweetly mischievous elves, whose sparkling lamps stare out from the deep dark shadows. Or a spaceshilp, whose commander as three slimey electric green legs. whose passengers vary in their number of appendages. Or inside the mind of a teenager who has OCD, who can't stop counting the number of cracks in the sidewalk. Or a home that contains children with no past, and not much of a future. children who have nothing but each othe

When we were together, Life was a tropical paradise Where the water was crystal blue, And the sun shone always. When I was with you, Life was beautiful and time stood still. Our summers together felt like a Never Ending Story. When I was with you, I was never lost. You were my star in the sky That always shone brightly, So I could find my way. When we were together, Life seemed less complex. You were an ear to listen A shoulder to cry on, My anything I ever needed. But not everything can last. People change, and so did you. Your bright light went out Leaving me dazed and confused In the cold dark night. It started t

I'm Sorry Remember the time in the third grade When I broke that springy Santa in your kitchen? I'm sorry. Remember when in the fourth grade I said you were my second best friend? I'm sorry. Remember in the fifth grade When I couldn't decide between Going to school with you or Tasha? I'm sorry. Remember the time in the sixth grade When we had that big fight Before going to Camp Mi-Bro-Be? I'm sorry. Remember in the seventh grade When I decided that I no longer liked you For not much of a real reason? I'm sorry. Remember the time in the ninth grade When I kept that big secret from you. I'm sorry. Remember how when every

The day started out fine, Everyone was normal and kind. But you knew it couldn't stay like that. It never does and that's a fact. Just about mid-day, all the kindness went away. He had to start with her, he just couldn't let it go he never could and probably never will. You sit and endure their harsh words knowing they dwon't end soon. Neither will stop till the other swoons and fall under all the words. But what they don't realise is that you will drown if they don't let up on the lies. You can't stand in the dark anymore, so you jump to the floor wanting to slam a door, not caring anymore what anyone thinks. It's your

When I was eight, the world was a different place. The years moved at a snails pace And summers were everlasting gobbstoppers, In which life seemed so much simpler. When I was eight, I would sit with my sisters on our cement slab of a porch Making up ridiculous silly dance moves to our favorite songs When I was eight, my sisters and I would make lemonade, Put it in our rusted old wagon, And pull it down to the street corner where we would sell it for 25 cents. The wheels would squeak loudly as it bumped along The uneven and cracked sidewalk. So we had to go slow In order to keep the lemonade From sloshing out into our rusted old

trapped inside no where to go. lies deception all around. want lust need. bounce bounce goes the ball of life. over? i hope so. gotta hope the ball's in your court. never miss. "i miss you." do you miss me? wonder always. fake? maybe. love? want need. please? emo? probably. cut cut. please don't. i love you. understand? possibly. hate? no. don't. please? distance? too far. break broke broken breaking. yes? please? sorry? don't be. i need this. save. saved. saving. please? please? don't leave me behind. time? waste wasted wasting. no. never.

Secrets are dangerous, don't cha know? Secrets are atomic bombs. Their making is a Secret too. Secrets are mass weapons of destruction. Everyone has them. And everyone knows it. But no one wants to say. And those who do, are hated. Try to find them out, bad idea! It'll just backfire. And create more Secrets. Secrets are dangerous... don't cha know? Secrets create arguments create fights create wars create destruction creates disasters creates endings to things that were never ever meant to end. Secrets are dangerous, don't cha know?

There once was a girl, She lived in a tiny little cottage surrounded by an immense garden of daisies. All of her friends lived nearby. In gardens of lillies, forget-me-nots, honeysuckle, and most of all was the girl that lived in the garden of a thousand roses. The little rose child and the little daisy child grew up together in their gardens. The two children were two in the same. They loved each other more that anyone could. But soon weeds started to sprout up in the garden of daisies. Killing all of the daisies, leaving nothing, but dirt and weeds. Everyone in the town shunned the poor little daisy child

Balancing act Balancing act. Sometimes its just so hard. You want to go one way, but... you can't, or else the other side will t   o    p     p      l       e, and fall. Fall to the ground. And once it falls its ever so difficult to pick it back up. And the more it falls the more it cracks, and then it breaks. And once broken there really is no mending. So, this balancing act goes on and on, with me being oh so careful not to have it fall.

I hate you. No really, I do. I hate you so much, that I don't even know why I do. I hate you. Okay, so maybe I don't hate you. I don't like you. You bother me. A lot. .... Well, ok, I don't not like you. You just... fuck. I don't know about you. I don't know. And I hate not knowing more that anything else.