k-s-h
Australian
I started writing a few years ago, and it's my world. / Criticism wanted, good and especially bad. / Email me anytime, / [email protected] / I'd like that.
You will tick for me,
And I will tock for you.
'Cause when you are in love
That's just what lovers do.
You will turn my gears
And I'll come alive for you;
If I can wind you up
And you will join me too.
When you are in love
You do your best to prove,
That every word you say,
And all your heart is true.
So I hope you know
There's nothing I won't do,
To put a smile on your face
And make your dreams come true.
Just like how for me
You always come through
To chime out loud for me
"I'll do anything, for you."
You will tick for me,
And I will tock for you.
Because we are in love,
And that's what we will do.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
A pillow fort castle,
A couch for a throne.
And if I leant into your shoulder?
I'd always be at home.
Let's steal games instead of jems,
Rule words instead of the world
And I promise, by your side,
Will stay a lucky girl
Origami crown to top your head,
And a grin to grace your face,
In one hand, a gun, or cane,
And the other? in my hand you'll place.
The prince will light the lamps
And the princess will wear a tie.
And always they'll remain,
At eachothers side.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
If you look past the pane
Or perhaps the pain?
(Whichever my friend says to do)
Apparently there is a sun
(Or was it a son?)
And happiness waits for you.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
there's a tear in the fabric of time
and in your dress
of which i am sneaking glances through.
you'd look up for my response
I'd nod to the ground
(not quite at my shoes)
"The world will fall apart!
The universe is breaking!"
And I sit and lick my lips.
"What do we do?"
I pick you up, and tear you away
from the constrictions of all fabric.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
Stay by my side, through all the darkest nights?
Kiss me to sleep, and tell me its alright?
I'll live in your arms, and make you smile.
All you have to do, is stay a while.
I'll tuck you in at night,
And lay parallel,
I'll bring you food and tea,
If you feel unwell.
I promise you all this,
And also my heart,
Just please stay,
For I don't want to part.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
I'm not sure I trust anyone with the whole entire part of this. But I feel I need to tell someone.
will you listen, my friend, even though this piece is not a poem?
My friends feel a little too distant, but I think that is how i see them, not how they really are. They make me feel bad, but i'm pretty sure that's my fault too- do I take them too seriously? Or do they mean what they say...I don't remember.
My ex still haunts me. I don't wanna call it emotional abuse and i don't want my mum to tell me I'm depressed and have anxiety and that's what the panic attacks are. In fact, I want to say it's my fault and am being silly, as always. I don't wanna admit the nightmares are underlying issues, because I'm scared anyone I tell won't take me seriously, or will treat me different. But I am different.
My boyfriend...gosh I love him. But I feel bad that I feel bad when I have him on my arm, when i look into his eyes, when he smiles, and his face lights up as though having a good waking dream...and says he loves me. All I can manage is a half smile and an I love you too, which i do! But my love doesn't carry into the words, I am too tired and sad (but only this past two weeks, don't get me wrong.)
If I were to be entirely honest I kinda wanna cry everywhere and tell everyone i hate them but i love them and will stop hating them soon. But I don't know if I would stop.
So you tell me, how does one struggling, feeling inadequate, wishing she wasn't so ****** 'perfect' to everyone...how does she ask for help? And could you possibly give it?
Because sometimes us poets are far from wise.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
Poets are sent to a special kind of hell;
Where you put in a coin,
and the gumball colour you want comes out.
It is by being given what we feel we deserve
That we run out of things to write.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
It is spring soon,
which means
;
Flowers will bloom
outside of my dreams.
The garden of
my heart
will overflow
once more, with beauty.
Come walk with me
And see!--
Each flower is
a new thought of you.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
"fingerprint tracking technology"
articles are so foolish.
They can seek my fingerprints,
all they like
but it's my footprints
along the ashphalt by the shore-
it is those which will never fade.
They'll lead you to my place,
through my visceral dreams
and to the darkest places on earth.
And if you'll walk my path tonight,
you may also see the sea
looking black.
And if you've the right sorta soul,
At dark ocean waves
it'll wave back.
The sky yields no stars
but don't fret;
this was never to be a poem of beauty.
No, just of darkness,
and stars
that a midnight sky lacks.
I am less than honorable
My intent less than clean.
And the canker of my life?
Greater than you've ever seen!
Virtues; I have none.
Morals; I have none.
Light: I have one.
It's in the nightlight of her heart.
She follows me around
like a sweet haunting ghost.
Sometimes, i forget she is there
watching me, without thought.
I am a blank space to her;
For her.
A blank space to stare into.
I was her greatest gift, she once said.
I remember the way she said it,
All the words tender
and running together.
Yes; and with no voice. Only
the movement of lips
into silent sleeptalking mumbles
in my sleepwalking hours.
So my nightlight,
won't you come with me
and haunt me beside the shores once more?
My darling, remind me of how worthless I am
And let me rot in your arms.
(without fingerprints or footprints,
i could never touch your heart.)
Always, in her arms.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
If someday your fascinating eyes grow playful
And you turn your assassins knife to my heart...
Held in frightening play,
Yet not to tear me apart.
If someday you wonder if my inners are pretty,
(Like you claim my outer frame to be.)
And you decide to peel back my skin,
And peer into the rest of me..
If someday you decide it could be fun to **** me?
I will not be sorry
I will not be sad
Instead? I will be happy of the times we've had.
I'll remember how long your words held me
And the shivers given by your touch.
The degrees of sharpness in your teeth
And yet how you weren't too rough.
I'll remember Winter days.
And how they passed in a daze.
I'll remember saying everything to you twice,
And you never seeming to mind.
I'll recall the promises you made
And the sanity we resisted so well.
I'll dream of every second spent with you,
And being caught under your spell.
You'll seriously hold the blade
And speak quiet words to me.
And I'll think it rather charming,
Such particularity.
You'll grin as you trace it along
that grin I love to see.
You'll tell me it's a joke,
As if you'd ever dispose of me!
And lost in my memories,
I'll forget to be terrified.
I will look into your eyes,
and then I shall smile.
You'd allow the knife to fall
and you'd remain all mine.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC