She's home.

She's okay.
Sorta.

Oh no.

My sister woke up with stomach pains, and was taken to the hospital.
It was her appendix.
She has to have surgury immdiatly.

I'm worried.

Night

This is a poem a wrote the other night.

Don't steal it.

Be happy, Kathy ):<

Like watercolors on a canvas

the sky is painted dark, dark blue
Taking on new life with every stoke you do
But dear, it seems you forgot the stars.


Eyes blinded by the empty moonless night

Staring absently into the sky

Down amongst the dull blue grass

dancing with the wind across your cheek


Mistakes leaving the sky blank

We must make this error right

Release the captured prisoners
Fireflies will be our stars tonight

They dance along the cold dark space

Carrying lights of souls misplaced

Taking them away without a trace

They hide among the leaves of trees

I wish they’d spend some time with me

But they have a more important agenda

Living up to the Propaganda

Replacing the stars you forgot to paint
Searching for a soul to taint

The sun peeking in the corner
Not sure if it’s time,

To interrupt this effort

would surely be a crime,
But every night must end

and every day has to begin

Your tiny grim reapers return to there home

The night sky to be left all alone

until the sun would chose to rise

Destroying the painting before your eyes.

Through Her Eyes

Hi There.
My name Courtney, but call me Koko.
I'm 18 years old.
I'm vegetarian, I'm very passive aggressive, and I don't talk much.
I write stories very often, but very seldom finish them.
I spill my emotions into poetry.
and I spill my whole self into art. I draw constantly. Art is my life. I know a lot of artist say that, but with me it's different. When I say it's my life, I mean it. If I couldn't draw, I couldn't exist.
I'm very alternative. I don't care if you don't like me.
I carry around a Tamogachi with my everywhere.
I guess that's about it.

I'm Koko, and this is the world through my eyes.