kelsie-cameron
I am crazy. In more ways in one. I love to write, sing, act, and read. Please leave me a critique if you have something bad to say, a comment if there is something good to say, or a "Like" if you liked a poem I wrote. Ask a question if you want! / Please and thank you!
Life is easier and it is harder.
I now have knowledge of myself and can breathe again.
I walk outside and fill my air with lungs and I feel clean.
I feel new.
The world is me, but I am not the world.
I control myself but I do not control others.
I can still breathe.
Asking for what I want is not a crime,
Nor is it a crime when people do not follow through.
The world is me, but I am not the world.
I control my life but I do not control theirs.
I am new, but I am not perfect.
I still have problems, but that is okay.
I am better and I am striving to be better.
I am whole but I still have cracks beneath the surface.
That is okay.
I am okay.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
I am not a true minority.
I am white woman.
I believe in feminism because that is what I experience.
But what about what I don't experience?
It pains me to have a power and to not know what to do with it.
Race is still an issue.
I hear these words all the time, but do I really hear them?
There are people out there who want to be married and they can't. I sit on my social media and say what should be said.
Sometimes.
Is that enough?
I have the power.
So why am I wasting it?
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
I ran as far as I could from you.
When I realized running wouldn't work,
I tried to hide.
But hiding never worked either.
So instead I will do nothing.
Because there is nothing I can do to get you out of my mind.
You are stuck in the jail cell that is my mind.
You're imprisoned there and refuse to even try and escape.
If I could, I'd pluck you from my mind and stick you on a post in the middle of a corn field far, far away.
I'd leave you there and never return,
But I cant.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Sometimes you come in contact with a rarity,
A person.
A person who you know is genuinely good.
There is no single feature that points out their goodness.
No deep look in the eyes,
No single way that their hair falls.
You just take in the whole of a certain person and know that they are good.
Talking to this rarity is only a conformation of what you already know:
This person is good.
This person is special,
and you'll remember them forever.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
If my mind were a piece of paper you'd be scribbles.
Endless circular motions that go deeper and deeper into the paper until the permanent marker broke through it.
The ink of you would work itself into every part of the paper's surroundings.
You'd be different colors too.
My anger, jealousy, happiness, and sadness.
Red, green, yellow, and blue.
You'd be fine tipped and bold tipped.
Piercing specific places and blanketing every thought that occurred.
If my mind were a paper it'd be covered with your words.
Your words, too many, overlaid upon each other to become unreadable.
There would be none of my own, original, markings.
You'd be everywhere.
You're everywhere.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
It was hard not to acknowledge the wide grin on his face.
It bore into the back of my head everyday but I was afraid.
Afraid to finally come out and say it.
He did this to me.
He made me fearful of the norm.
He made me feel worthless.
He made me see myself in a horrible light.
A darkness overpowered me but now I am here.
I am better than him...right?
As time goes on I become more aware.
But I am still afraid.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if you realize that you are the one ruining your own life.
All of the guys that come in and out of your doorway, you know are bad.
They come, and then they leave as they make scars on the frame.
You find a good one you've had all along,
But does it matter now?
He is about to leave for school in another state.
But you decide to persue him as he exits through the door.
Now you may even lose him for good.
How much more heartache will it take for you to realize that your strategy is all wrong?
One day there will be a good man destined to be yours.
But how will you find him if you are always with the wrong ones?
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
As God created me,
He created a mess.
A mess that slowly transformed to someone worthy.
Worthy of the love he offers.
More and more aware of the life that was bestowed upon me.
As I accept what is truth I become anew,
I become who I was supposed to be.
I become a happy, gracious, and wise person who sees what is truth and how this world is going to end and what happens to eternity.
There is a heaven.
There is a hell.
And no longer will I be blind,
But I will help others to see the light.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Love is a horrible thing.
You might have the best of intentions,
You might want what is for the best.
But in the end the more that you try to avoid the pain
The more you inflict...
The worst type of person is the one who is afraid to say what he wants
And I am that person
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
Love is a horrible thing.
You might have the best of intentions,
You might want what is for the best.
But in the end the more that you try to avoid the pain
The more you inflict...
The worst type of person is the one who is afraid to say what he wants
And I am that person
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC