3-1-2015
I remember yesterday.
The morning birds notes gleefully played.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The brightest morning there was seen,
And yet there was no sun to beam.
The wispy air and tired eyes,
The devotion we all strive and try.
My God, Selah.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The day less fatigued from creaking souls.
A new perception, new sights, and new goals.
Classes flying, life goodbye-ing.
Joyous day filled without even trying.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The jokes he told.
Simply comedy gold.
The smile he gave.
Mentality leaping from a grave.
I am renewed and alive.
I can't wait to see him and thrive.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
Two laughs blended to a familiar tune.
Those girls brought me hope, and good fortune.
To see them laugh, and smile;
So hard, so deep, it's been a while.
My sun and moon and stars above
The pattern of their love.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
Yet yesterday is yanked from possibilities.
Only reminiscing in soliloquys.
Pointless to wish for it reoccurring.
Now for new memories with a base for ushering.
But I will always remember yesterday.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
As I lay here tonight, all I really Want to do is hold you tight.
But God said that could not be because you are just to far from me.
I think of all we've been through, the laughs the hurts, the tears, we've cried , the crazy world I've seen you through but most of all me just wanting to shield you from this so called life.
You are apart of me, just like I am apart of you, and my love for you will only grow because you are my beautiful daughter I want you to know.
Time nor distance can ever change the love I feel for you in my heart today.
You are my daughter and will always be, for I once felt your heartbeat growing inside of me.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
After winter
There is a spring
After pain
There is healing
After struggle
There is growth
After heartbreak
There is love
And while the dark seems to last
The daybreak never fails to
Come
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks
His lips will never graze your neck
The warmth will never thaw your heart
Because the sun will never kiss your cheeks,
I feel it is my job
Because the wind will never whisper in your ear
Her hair never tickling your cheek bones
Sweet nothings being told between honey sweet breaths
Because the wind will never whisper in your ear,
I feel it is my job
Because the grass will never welcome you home
It will never greet you with bright flowers in its hair
Dirt far beneath covered by the lush bed
Because the grass will never welcome you home,
I feel it is my job
And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
With no one but the heavens, greeting you bitterly
Nothing to see, no song to hear,
I will be the song, I will sing to you until the dawn breaks
Just like I do through every night
But this song will differ in tune and in lyrics
For it will be the last song you hear
The velvet creeping from my lips
Will grab your hand so softly
It will guide you toward the heavens
And when the day has come, when you will lie alone
I will lie beside you
I feel it is my job
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Don't mistake me for some mere mortal man, despite the fact that is what I am.
These numbers all add up, and by "add up" I don't mean "make sense". I mean compile, compound, and condense.
You are every number you are assigned. Your weight, and your height, but you're still one of a kind.
Perhaps the start became askew, as now you have to appease a certain view.
Because maybe between, "I'm trying to lend a hand," and "I'm trying to understand,"
WE found "I'm trying to define." "To outline."
To segregate, to separate.
Maybe it's time we left all these numbers behind, out of mind, and then we'll start to find;
Infinity.
By a symbol it comfortably dwells, and it is free of numeric prison cells.
I will not be shackled in digits, but I cannot be the only one to fix it.
I will have trinities on my breast, and infinitys on my liver will rest.
I will have hearts stained on my kidneys,
And upon my stomach I will florescent trees.
And as all immaculate things must fall,
Down will come symbols, purity and all.
Our descendants will come to our same flawed fate, and symbols will cages create.
Children's children's children will awake, and words they will commemorate.
They will see through to when the pen was invigorated. When words were made and encased and plated.
They will see that though words can strip and tear and disintegrate, words will never fail to free and weld and amalgamate.
So do not mistake me for some mere mortal man despite the fact that is what I am.
Because as time has past on and numbers become ballast,
I will never forget words, the first and the last.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
*Detroit city was the last to see
The last of you, the last of me
All these years later I'm fit to cry
I love you still, hello goodbye
I bring with me now a whole new game
I'm not the same, I swear I've changed
It's strange to see what years will do
Hello to me, goodbye to you
If I could take us back in time
Would I still lose what I found hard to find
Would Detroit city then sing out
Goodbye to then, hello to now
Years down the road, here's the thing
I didn't mean to make a scene
Down to the "T" down to the letter
Hello for now, goodbye forever*
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Poetry~ They can't know it's me,
I tell myself they'll never know.
It is my way to flow,to let go.
The words in my head need to be freed,
But the windmills won't turn,
It's only a breeze.
Maybe if they could see how I see,
Or feel what I feel,
Maybe they'd know how I feel is real.
"Why so locked up?
You're not as loquacious.
You used to be loud, annoying, bodacious."
I think what you're seeing is what you remember,
The little girl I was, that was last December.
Now the May flowers are springing,
The haikus they're bringing.
To the world that's now opened,
My small self seems choked.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not very old,
But despite my young age my experience grows.
I know what I think, and I know that I'm right
So please don't be blinded by your bias in sight.
My age is merely a mark,
So please, don't stop me before I start.
~Kj
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Tonight I had trouble sleeping,
because my heart was a weeping.
so I decided to take a moonlit walk,
to ponder on my thoughts.
It was like the trees were moving me along,
before I knew it the path was gone.
The cold wind made me shiver,
in the distance I could hear the trickling of a river.
Rustling noises echoed around me,
but I wasn't afraid, what was to become of me.
My heart has been broken,
words left unspoken.
So if tonight I was to die,
I wouldn't cry.
I came to rest in a small clearing,
suddenly mounds with crosses on started appearing.
I was drawn to this one cross,
it was different, new not covered in moss.
Like magic I was there reading the name,
it was mine, I must be going insane.
Violently I was swung around,
I screamed at what I found.
Hanging from a single tree,
my lifeless body was all I could see.
Then a voice spoke though the wind,
this is the message it did bring.
Is this how you want to be found?
hanging from a tree, then buried in the ground.
All these graves belong to people like you,
left broken not knowing what to do.
But there is one difference, you are strong,
this isn't where you belong.
They didn't have your choices,
their lovers cut their voices.
You need to go home and see,
how much you are loved, just trust in me.
Then NEVER return to this place,
or else next time a different fate you will face.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."
Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.
They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.
The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.
The pointless pain from boys driven by *** when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.
Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?
You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.
I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.
~Kj
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Little bird little bird
where'd you go?
I can't seem to find you
I've searched high and low.
Little bird little bird
I can hear you crying,
Tell me where you are
Can't you see I'm trying?
Little bird little bird
I can feel your pain,
Tell me where you are
Can't you see I'm going insane?
Little bird little bird
why must you hide,
I just want to dry
All the tears you've cried.
Little bird little bird
You're killing me,
You're driving me away
Why can't you see?
I'm going little bird
Since you won't let me in,
Can't say I didn't try
But I definitely didn't win.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC