Kelly Doodles

Cathleen

Little Secret

        On the Way to Grandma's House 

I'm a Lumberjack and that's Ok

Battle of Individuality

Always Hooked

Ben

Lee Pace Eats Some Corn        

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Their Little Talks

Organism, small existence
Swirling twirling dwarven space
Orbiting in tiny distance
Circles, representing human race

Mysterious, transparent rain drop
Reflecting first morning's light
Pinecone, shimmering liquid atop
Winking like a fairy sprite

Twisting branches extending down
Ancient bark squinting: what is in store?
Celestial Sun knighting with yellow crown
Shadows shrinking to roots they adore

Toes patter across pointed rocks
Red nail polish powdered with dirt
The woods love their little talks
When she comes to cry, to laugh, to flirt

She was not meant to be a mortal
In another life she was born a tree
Take off your shoes, step through the portal
Just feel the earth beneath you, just be

You'll Never Escape Facebook

I sit, perched on my seat in philosophy class
Of course Mr. Kendle, you have my attention
No, of course I'm not boiling with sass
That wasn't sarcasm, don't start a contention

You're droning on, so what else can I do?
Seems the only option is to open Facebook
Look, Rachel wrote me from Classics 102!
She sent me a link, guess I'll give it a look

Sarah sent me another plea from Candy Crush
Petitioning I start the game and give up my world
Pop my life in the toilet and give it a flush
Match three while away my existence whirls

What's this? A friend request?!
Josh Galley, frown, dark hair, and set of drums
It's hard to find me, I'm impressed
Oh wait a minute, no common chums?
Hold on while I DEFRIEND

"Kelly? Kelly? Hola, are you awake?"
Sorry Dr. Warner, I'll pay attention n--

What?! How did I get to your class, this must be fake!
What time is it? Let me check my phone!

1 New Notification

Melodrama: Not My Jam

Bone breaking
Waves crashing over rock
Wind snapping pine
Chance crash of asteroids

Suffering so immense
So theatrical, unnecessary?
Physical pain in my chest
Heart burning

When the pain is too much
Where do you go?
Can you bare to trust
Another to help you?

Unbolt arms
Unlock ribs
Chip away wall
Can you trust it will all be ok?

When you have been hurt
And are scared
Can you close you eyes
And let the waves crash in

Can you let someone else
See your tears, your fears?
Melodrama so ridiculous
Feels weird to write in words

So much pain in the world
And I sit here with fear
Don't know why I am so scared (terrified)
To care

Care
Care
Care
Care

Netflix: What Hast Thou Done?

Oh trawl snap that waits for me at home
Anticipating my eventual return
Frothy and eternal like sea foam
Building terrible desire in mind's stern

Flop on sleeping cushion and trawl snap
Humorous orbs open and drying 'til dawn
Sleeping moments taken and entrapped
<Thou hast taken m'time, tis gone!">

Foreign and adventure, satire and romance
Experience floating on virtual life
Debris twisting in unproductive ocean dance
Grab thy seine and cut with productive knife

<I will never return to ere,
This I fain would guarantee!
Hark! Trawl snap, I hast been freed!
Hie thee hence or I will bitch slap thee!>

Living Like a Thirty Year Old Business Woman

<I'm fat right now> she thought, purposefully examining her dirty computer keys in avoidance of glancing at her paunchy proportions. Chipped red nail polish punched the white keys. Little balls of dust laid stationary in the cracks from key 1 to M. Her eyes drooped and she let her head drop to the desk. To be perfectly honest, she slept more at the library now a days than at her apartment. It was less because she was studying and more because she hadn't cleaned her begrimed quarters in weeks. The anticipation and intimidation of impelling the little white door against the force of the garb wall scared her away from her bed. She truly had no time to clean that room. A sleepy darkness fell on her.

Christina Addicks slouched in the corner analyzing results from the biology project. Spence Hoffman was on a community computer checking facebook. Daniel Baker was writing his communications class transcription and Hayden Lane crouched on the floor plugging in his laptop. Messy curls, straightened brown hair, cropped locks all bounced past the printers. Natalie Madden knitted during the lunch break with light pink yarn weaving through her fingers. A tour passed across the floor with smiling or bored high school seniors along with their proud and excited parents. Matt Dodds returned "History of Rome".

As she slept, she was surrounded by people like her. While her eyes flickered under their lids, young individuals hearts were beating a similar rhythm to her's, as they struggled and laughed and lived along side her. Yet she dreamed of her solus. <It's almost Valentine's Day>

The Rusted Horse

It went up in flame. Blazing tendrils licked out of the metal trashcan and coughed embers into the air. Blue waves washed across the coals with patience, waiting for their next firey delight. He threw another piece into the inferno and watched it fall into the peaceful red. The middle of the picture sank behind the edges, the photo curling into a vulnerable ball before it burst into hot light. Tiring of his meditation, the man turned the box over, emptying the rest of the little photos into the make-shift furnace. He couldn't help but watch as her face dissolved twenty three different times. Long dark fingers dropped the box into the fire and footsteps sounded through the alley as the tall man walked away, leaving his ceremonial farewell to get back to work at the Rusted Horse.

How do you measure a year?