Kafsky - Hello Poetry

Under blankets I whisper softly Words of wisdom Words unseen Our new president will set us back To when our hearts were mean He'll deny the climate's changing He'll ignore unequal pay He'll delay our water rights Billions hurt along the way Grabbing for more pillows I do not find relief Donald Trump will do what he likes And take whatever he keeps I toss and turn for Syria For my Middle Eastern friends I worry for our planets health Is this where our story ends? I cry out for the children That look to teachers eyes Who's poverty hangs like a noose From the tree of Donald's Lies My pillows wet for civil rights For muslims everywhere They are as American as you and me I quickly say a prayer Dear Donald, Don't you see my friend Your greatness isn't great You teach our sons and daughters To fill their hearts with hate You play with friends like Putin You appease the KKK You build walls instead of bridges You call names if it's not your way I pull my blanket towards my chin As I think about corporate greed You may not of had a super PAC But I know where you truly feed Your hands are deep within the pockets Of big oil companies I see the person that you are I know the president that you'll be You've tricked the American public You've scared our Hispanic friends You've hurt our reputation Will the United Nations make amends? I know you will not read this As I slowly close my eyes But there is good in this world And WE will stand side by side Our love will surround your towers That you've labeled conveniently Different races, genders, and religions Will protest peacefully When millions stand together We cannot be divided When millions work together We will not be short sided.

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Nov 29, 2016

Nov 29, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC

Dear Donald

Under blankets I whisper softly Words of wisdom Words unseen Our new president will set us back To when our hearts were mean He'll deny the climate's changing He'll ignore unequal pay He'll delay our water rights Billions hurt along the way Grabbing for more pillows I do not find relief Donald Trump will do what he likes And take whatever he keeps I toss and turn for Syria For my Middle Eastern friends I worry for our planets health Is this where our story ends? I cry out for the children That look to teachers eyes Who's poverty hangs like a noose From the tree of Donald's Lies My pillows wet for civil rights For muslims everywhere They are as American as you and me I quickly say a prayer Dear Donald, Don't you see my friend Your greatness isn't great You teach our sons and daughters To fill their hearts with hate You play with friends like Putin You appease the KKK You build walls instead of bridges You call names if it's not your way I pull my blanket towards my chin As I think about corporate greed You may not of had a super PAC But I know where you truly feed Your hands are deep within the pockets Of big oil companies I see the person that you are I know the president that you'll be You've tricked the American public You've scared our Hispanic friends You've hurt our reputation Will the United Nations make amends? I know you will not read this As I slowly close my eyes But there is good in this world And WE will stand side by side Our love will surround your towers That you've labeled conveniently Different races, genders, and religions Will protest peacefully When millions stand together We cannot be divided When millions work together We will not be short sided.

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I know your type I see right through you You’re the bottom side of a glass boat See through and unworthy Collecting **** And nonsense

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Mar 14, 2013

Mar 14, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC

You're B.S.

I know your type I see right through you You’re the bottom side of a glass boat See through and unworthy Collecting **** And nonsense

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Let me introduce him. half smile and half manipulation He will take you out to fancy dinners and then pinch your inner thigh under the table He will sweep you off your feet but forget to grab you shoes Because you see he doesn't want you to stand on your own Like an air traffic controller He is dictating your landings and departures But all you want is a departure Warmer skies And a healthier landing But he keeps you Firmly planted on the ground And then He bribes you with affection and later handles you with his tongue But as his hands cover your mouth And you feel muffled by his presence you lose yourself You used to be a rainbow You used to be seen only in technicolor Now you're wearing black submitting to his obsession your simple lies turn him into a monster and you're quivering like a child Scared to put a toe down Because his anger lurks beneath the bed holding the blanket close around your neck You beg for his forgiveness He calls you his princess and builds you a tower But girl it doesn't matter how long you grow your hair He will find a way to criticize it anyway And you're bound to pay I can't satisfy his anger He hides behind it Jabbing your sides with little suggestions That dress is to short That's a lot of skin Excuse me ************ Who's body am I in? And I don't need a fairy tale What's it to ya anyway I'm just a bird with a broken wing You see I used to have two One for luck And the other for navigation So why is leaving him resound with hesitation And somedays I dream of a different life One that's filled with witty repartee And symphonies Cellos play sweet melodies And I take my two wings and fly between the notes And I float Catching air I'm up there But he takes his water hose and shoots me down Because he only likes me wet and vulnerable I think he is catching on So I turn into sand And taking a fistful he squeezes Jesus I'm falling through the cracks of his insecurities And I find myself there And I dust myself off And fly That's goodbye.

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Feb 11, 2013

Feb 11, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC

Be the bird.

Let me introduce him. half smile and half manipulation He will take you out to fancy dinners and then pinch your inner thigh under the table He will sweep you off your feet but forget to grab you shoes Because you see he doesn't want you to stand on your own Like an air traffic controller He is dictating your landings and departures But all you want is a departure Warmer skies And a healthier landing But he keeps you Firmly planted on the ground And then He bribes you with affection and later handles you with his tongue But as his hands cover your mouth And you feel muffled by his presence you lose yourself You used to be a rainbow You used to be seen only in technicolor Now you're wearing black submitting to his obsession your simple lies turn him into a monster and you're quivering like a child Scared to put a toe down Because his anger lurks beneath the bed holding the blanket close around your neck You beg for his forgiveness He calls you his princess and builds you a tower But girl it doesn't matter how long you grow your hair He will find a way to criticize it anyway And you're bound to pay I can't satisfy his anger He hides behind it Jabbing your sides with little suggestions That dress is to short That's a lot of skin Excuse me ************ Who's body am I in? And I don't need a fairy tale What's it to ya anyway I'm just a bird with a broken wing You see I used to have two One for luck And the other for navigation So why is leaving him resound with hesitation And somedays I dream of a different life One that's filled with witty repartee And symphonies Cellos play sweet melodies And I take my two wings and fly between the notes And I float Catching air I'm up there But he takes his water hose and shoots me down Because he only likes me wet and vulnerable I think he is catching on So I turn into sand And taking a fistful he squeezes Jesus I'm falling through the cracks of his insecurities And I find myself there And I dust myself off And fly That's goodbye.

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I fall asleep with books in my bed Praying that somehow there language will meet me in my dreams Cause being 8 weeks 8 weeks late Means I get some kind of redeeming God I hope I'm just dreaming And this late is not the kind of late that gets you half credit Or misses the morning train No this is the kind of late that haunts you and you are left waiting Takin extra precaution Gracing you hands over your abdomen A resounding "I'm not ready" Pounds the inside of your skull And you feel guilty Because when the little pink t Appears you feel more like a woman And less alone But you know This ain't the plan I didn't opt out for the cheap seats I got places to go And things to do So tuck your piece of plastic in the tiny trash can Because this **** is got to be negative I'm 25 and knew better Knew better than to mix myself up with an ex **** it. He looks good. It's only *** And I've been drinking and he has too The *** sets off a buzz like halogen bulb Knock knock He approaches the door Swagged up and ready I hold myself steady And we stepped into something And We got our shoes wet He looked blurry Like the road he took to my 3rd floor walk up Aged him And as quickly as I had forgotten his hands covered my mouth And he kissed my arms and chained me to the bed Come on baby just give me a little head I'm not ur baby And I don't want yours either Get the **** off of me Because things have changed You don't get to make my decisions for me You don't dictate my story My ink is at the press I'm already in love with someone else If I truly confess But you tricked me What was a little fun turned into a nightmare And what I thought was mere inches Was a ******* long *** mile And You smile The evil corners of your mouth twitch upward Like bully You forced me into a decision Well I got something to say to your little vision I went to the doctor And he said its true I'm not having your ******* baby So go **** you.

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Feb 9, 2013

Feb 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC

EPT

I fall asleep with books in my bed Praying that somehow there language will meet me in my dreams Cause being 8 weeks 8 weeks late Means I get some kind of redeeming God I hope I'm just dreaming And this late is not the kind of late that gets you half credit Or misses the morning train No this is the kind of late that haunts you and you are left waiting Takin extra precaution Gracing you hands over your abdomen A resounding "I'm not ready" Pounds the inside of your skull And you feel guilty Because when the little pink t Appears you feel more like a woman And less alone But you know This ain't the plan I didn't opt out for the cheap seats I got places to go And things to do So tuck your piece of plastic in the tiny trash can Because this **** is got to be negative I'm 25 and knew better Knew better than to mix myself up with an ex **** it. He looks good. It's only *** And I've been drinking and he has too The *** sets off a buzz like halogen bulb Knock knock He approaches the door Swagged up and ready I hold myself steady And we stepped into something And We got our shoes wet He looked blurry Like the road he took to my 3rd floor walk up Aged him And as quickly as I had forgotten his hands covered my mouth And he kissed my arms and chained me to the bed Come on baby just give me a little head I'm not ur baby And I don't want yours either Get the **** off of me Because things have changed You don't get to make my decisions for me You don't dictate my story My ink is at the press I'm already in love with someone else If I truly confess But you tricked me What was a little fun turned into a nightmare And what I thought was mere inches Was a ******* long *** mile And You smile The evil corners of your mouth twitch upward Like bully You forced me into a decision Well I got something to say to your little vision I went to the doctor And he said its true I'm not having your ******* baby So go **** you.

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This story must not be written for me No. No. not for me. Not for me to tell Not for me to decipher the twisted glances at the unseen truth Not for me to hold the upstanding citizen Quivering like a child at its first chance alone. I Bury myself up Tuck my chin beneath the sheets Beneath the very sheets that touched our skin Bury me beneath the tired old tree. But do not leave me there Bending there I pray before Screaming “save me, save me” But like a tree lonely in a forest You forgot me.

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC

Untitled

This story must not be written for me No. No. not for me. Not for me to tell Not for me to decipher the twisted glances at the unseen truth Not for me to hold the upstanding citizen Quivering like a child at its first chance alone. I Bury myself up Tuck my chin beneath the sheets Beneath the very sheets that touched our skin Bury me beneath the tired old tree. But do not leave me there Bending there I pray before Screaming “save me, save me” But like a tree lonely in a forest You forgot me.

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I paced I paced the entire apartment I hadn't really felt anything. And i worried maybe the nothingness meant something Like the way a nod can mean something from across the bar Or the way a quick glance can tell the whole entire story Or the way a text message vibrates in you pocket Maybe the nothingness meant I had cried every tear I ever had Or maybe it didn't Or maybe it meant I couldn't busy myself with emotion Like a bird to its nest I couldn't occupy my time with tears Maybe it meant the sound of my laughter was more important. It was more important than kisses on the forehead And a date to the party Maybe it was more important than photo ops and family dinners Maybe smiling now spoke 5,000 more words Then any tears that had fallen then Because freedom melts in my mouth Because laughing rinses away tired memories Like water hose to ***** paws Like bees to there busy hive My happiness pursued me It romanced me It took me out to fancy dinners And dressed my face up with a smile Maybe my happiness was my nothingness And maybe I finally deserved it.

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC

My nothingness.

I paced I paced the entire apartment I hadn't really felt anything. And i worried maybe the nothingness meant something Like the way a nod can mean something from across the bar Or the way a quick glance can tell the whole entire story Or the way a text message vibrates in you pocket Maybe the nothingness meant I had cried every tear I ever had Or maybe it didn't Or maybe it meant I couldn't busy myself with emotion Like a bird to its nest I couldn't occupy my time with tears Maybe it meant the sound of my laughter was more important. It was more important than kisses on the forehead And a date to the party Maybe it was more important than photo ops and family dinners Maybe smiling now spoke 5,000 more words Then any tears that had fallen then Because freedom melts in my mouth Because laughing rinses away tired memories Like water hose to ***** paws Like bees to there busy hive My happiness pursued me It romanced me It took me out to fancy dinners And dressed my face up with a smile Maybe my happiness was my nothingness And maybe I finally deserved it.

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I heard the earth wept today She looked scared as her branches grew up towards The twisted rays of the sun She moaned as the wind took its own shape across the ocean Inside she could feel warmth that blew holes Into her beating heart The earth wept today Beneath her blankets of sorrow I could hear her sigh Conforming to her energy She took a deep breath And her rivers raged on The earth ached today She tossed aside her former self As she looked painfully into her future Her grass filled with anger expanding into thistles Towards the sun The sad creatures of her abode crawled into their dark corners And requested her forgiveness I heard the world weep today She told me to pay attention As I laid shirtless in December On the ground And I listened The world is weeping.

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC

The World is Weeping

I heard the earth wept today She looked scared as her branches grew up towards The twisted rays of the sun She moaned as the wind took its own shape across the ocean Inside she could feel warmth that blew holes Into her beating heart The earth wept today Beneath her blankets of sorrow I could hear her sigh Conforming to her energy She took a deep breath And her rivers raged on The earth ached today She tossed aside her former self As she looked painfully into her future Her grass filled with anger expanding into thistles Towards the sun The sad creatures of her abode crawled into their dark corners And requested her forgiveness I heard the world weep today She told me to pay attention As I laid shirtless in December On the ground And I listened The world is weeping.

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The heavy haze of a steamy summer evening bares down on my chest I gasp for each little breath Leaning on sorrow I Reach around to unveil the cup that we couldn’t fill And my shame cloaks me Like an Olympians bronze I wear doubt like a soldiers badge of honor Marching into war A war we couldn’t fight The demons we couldn’t tame The harm we couldn’t sow And I found you there Like the first ray of sun on the very first seed Like a dancers first stage Like artists first pen Like the sunrises first sunset And we tangled in each others fingers And played hand in hand And tiptoed on the edge of freedom But we were haunted by the choices that had come before But we never let that shadow The unsteady amour of our broken hearts And we never let the emptiness that the night brought Swallows us And for a moment we forgot ourselves And we danced in the merriment of each other thoughts Laughing at each others regrets And patiently waited to orchestrate our own And Then we remembered.. Rushing to Button up our collars we head back onto our designated sides “Don’t forget to softly close the unhinged door” Tomorrow I will seek safety in the comfort of your hands But tonight we must gather each other up And linger on sleep.

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC

A classic tale..

The heavy haze of a steamy summer evening bares down on my chest I gasp for each little breath Leaning on sorrow I Reach around to unveil the cup that we couldn’t fill And my shame cloaks me Like an Olympians bronze I wear doubt like a soldiers badge of honor Marching into war A war we couldn’t fight The demons we couldn’t tame The harm we couldn’t sow And I found you there Like the first ray of sun on the very first seed Like a dancers first stage Like artists first pen Like the sunrises first sunset And we tangled in each others fingers And played hand in hand And tiptoed on the edge of freedom But we were haunted by the choices that had come before But we never let that shadow The unsteady amour of our broken hearts And we never let the emptiness that the night brought Swallows us And for a moment we forgot ourselves And we danced in the merriment of each other thoughts Laughing at each others regrets And patiently waited to orchestrate our own And Then we remembered.. Rushing to Button up our collars we head back onto our designated sides “Don’t forget to softly close the unhinged door” Tomorrow I will seek safety in the comfort of your hands But tonight we must gather each other up And linger on sleep.

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I breathed in the double bass I was rocked to sleep by the deep melodic sounds of history. Because that’s what we were A historic voice Seeping through the very veins that inspired me Dancing on a string I crept towards an empty door Hoping for Longing for that deeper voice How hollow a sound must sing to me? How low a voice must whisper? How deep a wound must melt But skipping lightly to the sound of a childhood I wept hard to the laughter of adolescence And looked to the sky with joy Smiles stretching from ear to ear Or rather cheek to cheek Searching for the best way to explain It wasn’t all pain My father tuned the knobs with precision He twisted each one He listened to each string Tick tock tick tock I was jealous of a piece of wood Welded together over hundreds of years Protect this he said Handing over the keys I tip toed inside Take a knee back I longed to kick in the very object that I couldn’t stand The very object that made beautiful melodies And sunsets worth of notes The very sound that put me short of time Stole away hours Days Evenings I move closer Running my hand over ancient grains Turning inside I feel myself wish Why couldn’t you play me like this? I would have been your greatest performance of all Applause wept through my hands Dripping on to the darkest of floors As I softly shut the door And head home.

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Feb 6, 2013

Feb 6, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC

The lowest

I breathed in the double bass I was rocked to sleep by the deep melodic sounds of history. Because that’s what we were A historic voice Seeping through the very veins that inspired me Dancing on a string I crept towards an empty door Hoping for Longing for that deeper voice How hollow a sound must sing to me? How low a voice must whisper? How deep a wound must melt But skipping lightly to the sound of a childhood I wept hard to the laughter of adolescence And looked to the sky with joy Smiles stretching from ear to ear Or rather cheek to cheek Searching for the best way to explain It wasn’t all pain My father tuned the knobs with precision He twisted each one He listened to each string Tick tock tick tock I was jealous of a piece of wood Welded together over hundreds of years Protect this he said Handing over the keys I tip toed inside Take a knee back I longed to kick in the very object that I couldn’t stand The very object that made beautiful melodies And sunsets worth of notes The very sound that put me short of time Stole away hours Days Evenings I move closer Running my hand over ancient grains Turning inside I feel myself wish Why couldn’t you play me like this? I would have been your greatest performance of all Applause wept through my hands Dripping on to the darkest of floors As I softly shut the door And head home.

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20 hrs and 15 mins we spend together a week Yes. I've calculated it. And every second of every minute is occupied by the way your smile Lights up your entire face Like a flick of a light switch "Oh there you are" And By your self doubt Which you somehow play off as kindness by the way your eyes have a slight hint of grey All to knowing and a little uncertain And the way that they seem to look right into me Pushing past Like an optical illusion Little flecks of red, blue, green, hell grey Shoot right through me Cascading a dream on the wall In the dream I can touch you I can touch your hand Your more mature I'm less goofy And we can handle "us" Yes "Us" We say that out loud Like feathers floating to the ground It wasn't rushed It was kind And slow And sweet And full of fun Everyday was like the last day before summer vacation Bursting through the school house doors Sprinting to freedom I blush deep red Or maybe I wouldn't Because it would be okay to stand this close to you It would be okay to tell you that I love you And I have for months It would be okay to say each others names in the dark And mean it. It would be ok to stand in front of you Filled to the brim with flaws Bubbling over like a well oil machine And embrace you. Because time for me stops when his skin is near mine Minutes freeze mid air when he enters the room Or maybe that's just my heart Freezing the next beat Freezing like a deer in headlights Right before impact My heart Pounding in and out And in and out And you've seen me on my worst day Messy bun, sweats, and way to much attitude But you know how to navigate around me Like a sailors compass You always know which way takes me home. Because you are warm fires You are kisses on the forehead You are the sunshine through the dark clouds You are kept promises You are sweet gestures You are rainy Sunday mornings You make it easy to love you And you make it easy to understand why you aren't mine

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC

My tragic lesson

20 hrs and 15 mins we spend together a week Yes. I've calculated it. And every second of every minute is occupied by the way your smile Lights up your entire face Like a flick of a light switch "Oh there you are" And By your self doubt Which you somehow play off as kindness by the way your eyes have a slight hint of grey All to knowing and a little uncertain And the way that they seem to look right into me Pushing past Like an optical illusion Little flecks of red, blue, green, hell grey Shoot right through me Cascading a dream on the wall In the dream I can touch you I can touch your hand Your more mature I'm less goofy And we can handle "us" Yes "Us" We say that out loud Like feathers floating to the ground It wasn't rushed It was kind And slow And sweet And full of fun Everyday was like the last day before summer vacation Bursting through the school house doors Sprinting to freedom I blush deep red Or maybe I wouldn't Because it would be okay to stand this close to you It would be okay to tell you that I love you And I have for months It would be okay to say each others names in the dark And mean it. It would be ok to stand in front of you Filled to the brim with flaws Bubbling over like a well oil machine And embrace you. Because time for me stops when his skin is near mine Minutes freeze mid air when he enters the room Or maybe that's just my heart Freezing the next beat Freezing like a deer in headlights Right before impact My heart Pounding in and out And in and out And you've seen me on my worst day Messy bun, sweats, and way to much attitude But you know how to navigate around me Like a sailors compass You always know which way takes me home. Because you are warm fires You are kisses on the forehead You are the sunshine through the dark clouds You are kept promises You are sweet gestures You are rainy Sunday mornings You make it easy to love you And you make it easy to understand why you aren't mine

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