kimber-smith
American
I'm Kimber, i'm 23 I finished writing my book, it's a manuscript waiting to be published. I love Bob Dylan, Marilyn Monroe, Lana Del Rey, Sylvia Plath. The way the stars look in my town, how coffee smells in the morning. The laughter of my siblings and the meow of my cat.
The notes rang true through the night.
The silent note, loneliness.
It sat at the base of throats, at the bottom of hearts.
The sun set, the moon shines, the world sleeps.
But the note still rings.
Bottle after bottle in the grave.
Memories drank too strong to be forgave.
We sit with empty eyes and empty glasses
long nights and not enough passes of too many cigarettes and to many forget its.
We are the lonely, silent note.
The world sleeps
we still ring.
our cries still sing. Bottles hitting pavements still ring
screams into pillows over sorrow still ring.
The world goes on.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
You talked about yourself in a way that put me down.
Things can't be the way they once were now...
The way you danced put stars in the sky on a stormy night
Now your hanging eyes will never see another light.
Sadness is dangerous, just like your smile.
You faked all the laughter for a hundred miles.
Life isn't for the weak and you could never get on your feet.
I see the terror you had when i look in the mirror.
The terror that plagued you when you tried to be happy.
I see it in me.
Bruised arms and bruised lines, I see you in my eyes.
You're in my eyes.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
There came a time when your love for me started to fade. The light in your eyes had a different sort of shade.
The kisses became few, maybe one, maybe two. I wore you thin with all my heart, all my skin.
I think about the way your lips went crooked when you smiled, the way you got excited about seeing me like a new Disney movie for a child.
If love is real and love is long then why didn't the feeling outlast the song? I die inside thinking about the things you said and all the rings I heard in my head when I called your name...
You and I...Me and you...Now there's nothing. And nothing left to do.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
We talked to each other like lovers often do.
You gasped when I touched your leg and I laughed.
I cried when you left and you smiled.
The days crept together at the close and I knew it was over.
I began to panic as I tried to think of ways to keep you.
I still think about you but I imagine that you're REALLY gone.
Because the idea that you live just up the street is too hard to handle.
It's almost been four years and can you believe I still remember?
The way your hand fit perfectly in mine and how I wanted nothing more than to please you.
The story was flawed and so were the circumstances... And though it was young...
it was strong and it will never leave my heart.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Do you ever think about the stars and how much they see?
The moon and the sun, the birds and the bees.
From prying eyes we hide things we don't want to be.
But the wonders of the world, they see everything.
We apologize to those that we let down,
do the stars ever cry for things they've found?
The shadows we cast puts the sun to shame
But to us, all the things without a voice are just that-
Lame.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Breast to breast, cheek to cheek.
I had your hand and you my soul to keep.
The blood ran innocent as young sin but you were gasping, dying to get in.
We made promises, promises we couldn't keep.
We made love, love that didn't last past the sun peak.
When 17 came you were gone, little to no goodbye, never again did we speak.
Drain the bottle over and over, searching for your smile
I'd walk for days and hundreds of miles, i'd walk all night to see your light.
Broken and lost I made mistakes, did you make the same or was your side of the love all fake?
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
I thought about licking the tears from your chin. I thought about kissing the salt water from your veins. I thought about ******* the hurt from your heart. I thought about licking the hate from your eyes. I thought about kissing the dust from your smile. I thought about ******* the dread from your lungs. "Give me a reason to keep on living" you'd whisper in my ear but i'll give you a thousand and keep your for a million years. It's hard to think of a world free of your grace so i'll do anything you say to save a little face. "it's hurts to be alive so I might as well die" You breathe into my mouth but i'll give you the breath of life just to see one more day by your side. Hurting is easy when you have a hand to hold at night and lips to kiss at daylight, through it all you're not a lost soul you just wandered off into the night.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
I hate that the sun shines when i'm sad. Stop mocking me sun.
I want to scream to it please be sad with me, it's all I will ever ask.
I hate that the days go slower when you look forward to something.
Stop teasing me life. I want to scream please let me be happy, it's all I will ever ask.
I hate the every-now-and-then-religions. Stop it hypocrites.
I want to scream, don't judge me because i'm not a quiet sinner.
I hate that I love and i'm not loved back. Stop hurting me lover...
I want to scream I won't hurt you, truly, I promise...
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
I don't think I meant to but... I may have danced with the devil.
The night was so warm and I couldn't help the heat in my soul.
I shook with a passion that needed a fix so along came a charmer
with a strong arm and a cigarette. We danced until the sun was way into the night.
we danced until the moon once again saw light. I didn't think I done any wrong
until I felt my heart want more sin and more sin. So I let the heat grow cold in my soul
til the embers were just warm coals and I danced alone to see if maybe it was just me.
But his eyes and his hips and by god those cigarettes were all I could think on my mind.
I opened my eyes and to my surprise he was there again with a devilish grin and and a small
shiny tin. So I took his strong arms and a cigarette and kept on dancing on the night I will never forget.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
My hands became calloused as I held tight to the idea that things would get better and white knuckles turned to arthritis almost overnight it seemed. I was never patient enough to wait for things to come in time and that saying never meant much anyway. So by the time I was ready to end it all the better part of life was waiting in the shadows almost like spring does in the ending suns of winter. My hands became calloused as I held on to the idea that things would once again become bad, and that the better part of life would be stolen from me like all the loves of the past. I became to busy being scared of losing it all to enjoy the warmth around me. Then soon like I had feared I was alone again and the spring was something I endured just to get to the summer where love sometimes blooms which is odd about life... My hand became calloused as I clutched the phone waiting for some sort of something to let me know this wasn't all life had for me
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC