cassandra-nicole-pelkey
Most of my poems were written years ago - I've probably only written a few recently, trying to add more as I go. I want to start again, maybe this site will help with that, who knows :) xo / / All the poems/thoughts/art I posted is mine. / / The re-posted poems/thoughts/art are ones that I really loved or they struck a cord with me on a personal level. :) / / Hope you enjoy! / / Cassandra / xo :)
Paint me in my silhouette -
abandon colour
and add some different hues,
like black or
black.
Contrast the sky to my skin
because we're both
fading.
Add some light to
differentiate
the dark outside and
in.
Shadow the edges,
mix the black with white.
Smudge our reflections
in the corners -
blurry our projections
in your
eyes.
As you see the
life leaking out to
the surroundings, mix a
drop of red
for perfection;
add a
smile
and that's all you
need to
paint like photos,
my perception.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
We all have the power.
We all have a say.
If we just stand up.
Stop all the bull ****
and just stand up!
Yeah, it's just sad is all.
So much we can do.
So much we have a say in.
To ******* change.
But everyone loves their some-what comfortable lives.
To take that wonderful chance.
We all have the power.
Every single one of us.
YES, YOU!
So yes it's sad.
We will probably destroy ourselves.
Too late?
Who ******* knows...
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Seeking for a funky cigarette . The taste of guilt and temptation feels so good in my lungs. A glass of red wine to compliment my daze . Now I'm buzz n I thank the white rabbit for coming to my aid. I confess I'm playing my hand without looking at my cards . The creations of my mind make sense only to me. I'm slowly unlocking the convenient of my thoughts. I want to taste the colors of the world but I want share the taste . Many don't have the anger I have .
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Trouble mind I have
I seek problems
I fail to solve them
I just run away.
I seek the good to
Make it bad.
My pleasure is misery . My lust is the bad . What a trouble mind I have
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
as i saw the clouds getting closer
i tried to remind myself again
life doesn't really work this way,
you can't stop the rain from falling
just because you don't want to get wet.
but i was too afraid
of getting a cold once more
so i preferred staying inside.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
it is indeed a heart so full of love
and poetry is bursting out of broken lungs
show kindness only when it’s time to judge
watch curtains fall and show the ugly us
it barely hits us somewhere on the road
when music, lust and trust collide in one
fake passion over lifeless rocks and stones
stop everything and leave us all alone
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
I'm yet done finding Me
The search wades through Eternity
Luckily, I've got your number
Exact coordinates and geometry
Is it the symmetry or dimensionality
that makes the majik seem just right?
In our little corner, the whirling dervish dance makes us 4th, including the Sun.
If we claim a Solar System, why not include the Sun, after all our daze have come.
From what we collectively perceive, the four dimensions let it be. Wrapping up a poignant point~pyramid mythology.
This subject being deep and vast, I'd prefer to leave it where it's at. Doesn't mean I won't come back...remember, I've got your number.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC