Kai P.

Kai P. Mar 2013

I confess.

I think I loved him because I used to listen to his voice

Imaging your face moving with it.

I put on one of his tracks,

Randomly.

And that’s when it hit me.

I blinked

But only to comfort the lie

That I hadn’t started to cry.

Your face is better.

Kai P. Mar 2013

Low August

Low…

It’s that very thought that I’ve neglected to mention.

The one you see in my head,

The one that’s bandaged because of ugly bruises,

And open sores:

No escape for the kind.

August…

I entered my dreams with haste and you sat there,

Strapped in for the ride,

For the rise,

In my high,

Every time:

I hoped.

Kai P. Mar 2013

Monotony

He creeps upon me,

Like a wisp of hair.

He sticks to me like velcro,

That I cannot peel off.

Thinks that I’m a fulcrum,

Leans on me like a midday sun.

Tells me I am nothing.

Beats me down and kicks me there.

Says I’ll never win.

Says the days will never end…

And they don’t,

No they won’t,

Never did,

Never will…

Kai P. Mar 2013

(Untitled)

I wish I could wear your brain out
The way I wear mine out all the time.
This burden is too heavy and my mouth is a bottle neck.
You’re not going anywhere,
But you’re leaving me
I want to wait because
I am hope embodied
I am love everyday
I am darkness enveloped,
Unleashed at a memory past that’s remembered
But that’s good no?
Being human?
I am human
Too human in fact-

‘Melodramatic’.
…
I resent that.

I wish I could wear your brain out
The way I wear mine out all the time.
Wear you brain
Wear and tear
Not fair
I’m just so tired
Always tired.
Always tired,
Always tired,
Always tired,
Yet ready to share.
But you don’t want none.

I wish I could wear your brain out
The way I wear mine out all the time.
So then you could understand it when I think
Not when I say it
Because I say it funny
And it comes out abnormally
My mouth is a bottle neck remember?
And then you think I’m crazy
But you know I’m not really
I’m not so sure.

I have no idea what to call this. Suggestions?

Kai P. Mar 2013

A Wet Way To Articulate

Rain fell,
And I went back there.
The far fire lit my sky,
Lit my face,
And I went back there.

Louder rain,
It got louder.
Wanting to hear myself think.
Best not, I think like a ****.
…I am a ****.
Fall harder.

Sky tapestry,
And raindrop paint blots.
I want that art on my skin,
Where can I get that ink?
Inside.

Look at how I answer myself?
I know the answers, hoss,
But I prefer asking.
So teach me how to articulate,
Life.

Kai P. Jan 2012

It Is

I tried to conjugate it but it kept a solemn laughter.
The faux sweetness of it,
The hidden disease it ought to have been.
It laughed until its throat became raw,
And my ego, exiguous,
Down-trodden.
I cried to provide it and I that balance,
And with my eyes, yellow and jaundice-like from all of the salt and smoke,
It began to weep with me as well,
As if to say, “I am sorry for your loss.”
I’d lost it.

Kai P. Jan 2012

It Is

I tried to conjugate it but it kept a solemn laughter.
The faux sweetness of it,
The hidden disease it ought to have been.
It laughed until its throat became raw,
And my ego, exiguous,
Down-trodden.
I cried to provide it and I that balance,
And with my eyes, yellow and jaundice-like from all of the salt and smoke,
It began to weep with me as well,
As if to say, “I am sorry for your loss.”
I’d lost it.