Matchstick dream

We played outside in december with matchsticks burning all around us,
We feasted on the love that soared throughout the air.
We felt like never before,
We took our breathes as though they were our last.
We lived.
It is hard to believe that beneath all that toil and harship
This feeling was there waiting to happen.









(All artwork on this blog is copyright to katelyn elise shinskie 2009)

"Your promises they look like lies"

It's all for the hypocrisy.
Being honest is overrated apparently.
I know I've done it before.
So why does it hurt so bad.
I never thought this would happen again.
Especially not with him.
They all say it the same way.
I promise.
I give you my word.
A promise is a lie.
So I'm done with your promises.
I can see all your lies.
Your words are worthless.
Empty sounds.