Hello Moon,
Where are you tonight?
Are you busy stealing
Someone else's starlight?
I miss your cold hue
Draped in aquamarine dreams,
Now filled with empty bedtimes
And thoughts of you.

Moon,
Midnights come and go.
I lie lifeless and alone
Forever searching windows
For your eyes dipped in stone.
Do your cold hands reach for another,
Across new sands, in silhouettes together?

Tell me Moon,
Why did you leave me,
With this constant hopeless
Shimmering black sea?
With each passing tide
I see your reflections,
A sparkling mirage
Of lights long died.

Still Moon,
You remain a silent black.
An abyss of endless memories,
Broken chances and cracks.
But Moon, don't worry
Through them I see
A life once hidden,
Now finally freed.
Your forever night is done.
Goodbye Moon,
Hello sun.

i mean,

  let's be frank
here.

you haven't
   sipped
from me
  in a lifetime.

nor have
  i wanted
or wasted
   my moments
drinking
    in you!

i know
   what we are
and what
   we should do
but....

  just put
more makeup
   on that pig...

but eventually,

  you too
will realize that
  no amount
of makeup
  can pretty
what is ugly.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

I see you
I see me
Not being chosen
I see you having more fun
I see you walk by casuallly dismissing me
I see your lips with a dark shade of  maroon moving and not a single moment of silence
I see your  brown eyes not even glancing  towards me
I see the red-brown of your hair but they face me
I see your long silver earings dangling and shaking as you laugh
I see the golden bracelets in your hand  slide back as you tie your hair
I see you
I see me
                             All alone

We made them
nurture them during the day
fist punch full of glitter
mesmerizing the night
a sky full of glittering stars

I have got a burning desire
To look at the world's greatest sins
To cleanse all of them by the fire
Find the courage to see what it means

To be close and be vunerable, human
Open up and not shut people off
To enjoy when the flowers are blooming
And find out what it means to be loved.

i wish we were close
but your so far away
just trust me while im gone

I play the Wii theme songs
On orange juice cups,
And dance to the song
From despicable me 2,
Have a fun Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

I live my days with you on my mind
Looking for happiness but it’s so hard to find
Wishing someone would take away the pain
I know I’m not crazy and I know I’m not sane

I close my eyes and there you are
Even though the past is kind of far
It feels like it was yesterday
When you almost took my life away

In this box she keeps her rings,
Silver chains and secret things;
When she lifts the lid,
Set in the mirror,
Shines the most precious jewel,
And Granda's treasure.

trigger trigger
near and far
trigger trigger
on my scar

trigger trigger
close to me
im so much sicker
cant you see?

trigger trigger
go away
lead this quitter
another way

trigger trigger
can you leave?
exit quicker
from my sleeve

trigger trigger
i need a friend
walk with me
until the end

trigger trigger
never mind
without my eyes
you are blind


-j.m.k

why is it
so much harder
to write
in the dark?

I can't believe I still love you after these years.
Can you leave?
I'm tired of loving you,
And thinking about you.
And fantasizing that you will love me, in any type of way.
I'm tired of being interested in everything that you are.
I'm tired of hearing your deep voice..
I'm tired of crying.

It was the time when clock was ticking exactly 12.
The stars started fading and sky covered itself with clouds.
A little boy opened the door hearing the rain, the soil was wet and it had the fragrance of freshness in it.
The mesmerizing sound of droplets amazed him.
He smiled and wished facing the sky, the one wanted to be a pilot , so
that could do a hifi to the clouds, but the illness he was bound to would never let his wish to be fulfilled which he knew .
He stepped in the rain  and it rained, just rained

The Ocean is my emotion-
it Changes like the tide.
Like shells that drift away-
it's often swept aside.

A Whale, the largest of mammals-
it is the heart of the sea.
A heart that moves in places-
it never wishes to be.

No one can stop this beautiful whale-
though frankly many have tried.
You can possibly hurt and scare the whale-
but cannot break what's inside.

She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.

Your hair looks gorgeous.
And the dress? Simply stunning.
The brilliant red of the lipstick
keeps me fixated on your beauty.

The coat is a perfect fit
and the diamonds tie it all together
so wonderfully.

But maybe
just this once
you'd be willing to take off the mask?

we're one
my tongue
blindly searching
for the secret softness
of the skin
goes down
closing the distance
reaching the
dark pink of
your brain.

I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain

i feel numb,
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Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.

my tears fill my eyes
my tears fall in buckets
my tears taste like a salty-sea ocean spray
my tears run down my checks like a faucet
my tears are shed for you

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

New
Like the dawn
The glorious sunrise
Pinkish hues awash with silent beiges
And the sun
Is a fiery orb
Coloring life into every living thing

I feel the new
With my breath
In and out
And I think of the ocean
The powerful ocean
I can feel it within my heart,
The waves rumbling through my veins

I can see the new
In not so distant visions
Of a future full of growth
I’ve healed so much
And yet there’s more
More of the new
I open my doors
Let it all in
All the gloriously soothing beauty
Of life’s simplest pleasures
Healing me

There’s been a crack made in my lifelong illusions
I’m beginning to feel clarity, and not confusion
Saying yes yes yes
To more beauty.

I'M stuck between "i really want to talk to you" vs "I really need to get over you."

you’ll never understand
the pure bliss that is
being loved by you