I am...

I am funny.

I am smart.

I am cool.

I fit in.

I am sweet.

Well... I am just here.

wonderful

She had a rain cloud. 

Dark. 

Twisted. 

The rain was never relieved because she allowed it to

build up, 

destroy itself.

The others with the cotton above their head avoided. 

They didn't want to be 

dark.

She was alone.

The only company she had

was her dark cloud,

which whispered

hateful

mean

things. 

One not-so-different day. 

Another with an angry cloud sat by her. 

Hi. 

She could muster no more than a small rise of one lip, but it was enough. 

Slowly, the clouds dispersed

completely. 

Gone. 

She was frightened. 

Where is my past?

The other simply replied,

It is over with. 

Again. 

The cloud came back. 

But it was a different shade. 

At first,

she couldn't believe the sight. 

Simply couldn't believe it. 

Until. 

The cloud whispered,

dear. Look at you. 

And she did.

remember.

I remember back when life was simple,

where I couldn't even spell "wednesday" correctly.

I remember,

when I couldn't even tie my own shoe.

I remember...

the hurt of a constant backstabbing of someone who is supposed to love you.

I remember everything...

I just hope,

that because I will remember you,

you will remember me

when I'm gone.

-kacie.

Feeling.

please stop making fun of the music i listen to.

please stop

because the only person you're hurting

with comments like that

is me.

not the artist.

if you mock my music,

you're basically

making fun of my feelings

and all of my thoughts that are swimming around.

thanks.

poem

“I’m just bored,” she said,

but in reality she was just numb,

she didn’t want to feel;

she lay expressionless,

her hair spilling everywhere.

Her headphones tangled and twisted

to match her thoughts

her mind racing

people called her lazy

a waste of space.

Her books no longer thrilled her

“I read it already”

her music lost meaning

“It gives me a headache”

her sketches greyed

“I ran out of space”

She was bored

tired

not hungry

sleepy

done

Hardly anyone noticed her shadow disappearing.

-unknown

black and white #1

I changed the title because it didn't feel me. I've been going through a lot and I thought I could at least control my blog title. Sorry that I haven't been on in awhile. But here's some random pictures. I'm really obsessed with Black and White pictures because I feel like there's more meaning behind it. You can interpret the colors as you please and decide if it is a happy picture or a sad one, that is when you know it is true art.

Maybe it's that or the fact that I feel so dark inside. It's better to just take B&W pics instead of like... killing someone I guess :) . Well, before I get too morbid, I'll just upload the pictures... enjoy!

My mom dressed up like a Hipter for Halloween. *sniff* I'm so proud of her.

Thanks for looking. I'll have more up soon.

-K

Boston.

Well, these are my pictures of my Boston Trip :) hope you enjoy

A hipster caught in his habitat.