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Kari May 2013
Sell yourself, everyday.
A little more, everyday.
Numbers, lists, and names
I've lost count
What's one more?
Eventually I'll be gone
all gone, every piece
auctioned, sold to
numbers, lists, and names
of men whose strange faces
I don't know and can't remember.
Kari Apr 2013
In another life you were a philosopher king,
and I, your eager subject.
I loved you then, too.
I still love you, I will love you,
in this life, the last, and more to come.
I am your fatal flaw, blemish,
one weakness and curse.
It's why you still love me, did love me,
and why you will love me,then, too,
in this life, the last, and more to come.
Kari Apr 2013
We would never work. I need stability and security. I need safety. But you, you're inherently unsafe. You seek out chaos and conflict intentionally because you think it's interesting. If you were on the Titanic,you'd be pouring champagne and singing while the ship went down. Everyone would be screaming, getting into  lifeboats, and you'd be standing there on deck, with your glass of champagne, laughing, and you'd still find your way off the **** boat without even trying.

Are you familiar with the story , "The Monkey's Paw?" There's this magic monkey's paw, like a rabbit's foot kind of, and it grants any three wishes you want . The problem is, for every wish that comes true , there is a terrible, huge cost. Being with you would be my wish. You're  everything I want, and everything I'm not, and you would ruin me. You don't consider consequences, and if we were to end, you would move on to the next experience that seems interesting. But I would never recover. Being with you and losing you would devastate me so much that I can't even consider taking that risk.

You're like a high -risk investment. You could make me extremely wealthy, or I'll end up on the street.

I've never known someone with so much anxiety and so little fear.

Face it, the reason you're into feminism isn't because you want to raise up other women-- it's because you want to be held to the same standard as men. You know you're not just better than most women you meet, but that you are smarter, fiercer and more ambitious than most men, too. You want to be recognized as the best PERSON in the room, not just the best woman.


Do you really want me to try and stop you? You don't , because no matter what I say, you're going to do it. If anything the best way to discourage you is to encourage you, but you'll still do what you want anyway.And if you choose not to do it, it won't be on moral grounds, but just because you want to deny yourself a passion to prove that you can say no to yourself, that you have control, and that's not much better than doing it anyway, isn't it?
You are the strongest woman I've ever met. You hardly ever know what you want, but when you think you want something, you go out and get it. You never hesitate, you ignore your fear, and you don't care about morality. Sometimes though, you feel ashamed of yourself , and hide in your charms. You do it for so long and try so hard that you forget yourself. Don't forget yourself. You seek out people who have the passion and motivation you think you lack, but you have these things more than anyone. And most of all, you are powerful. I can't explain the power that emanates from you, but it's like a force of nature. You can't hide it and you shouldn't. You need chaos and conflict and madness to keep going, because you ARE chaotic, conflicted and mad.You need to stop feeling guilty and afraid of yourself, and be the person you are, not the person you think you should be.
This isn't a poem, but it's so poetic I needed to share it. For four years, my friend Neil and I have played a game of cat and mouse. Tonight has finally had a conversation about our feelings for each other and why we can never date.

Probably the most egotistical, narcissistic thing I've ever written but I've never heard anyone describe me so perfectly. Neil knows me like no other person does....

Also it's a bit choppy, had to write all of this down as quick as I could before I forgot the things he said.... Sorry!
Kari Apr 2013
My moral compass is cracked.
It's been tossed against the wall
And thrown in the junk drawer
Too many times .
It's hard not to be lost
When you have no direction.
Kari Apr 2013
Careful,cautious,
tip-toe and
dance
around the topic.
Slight of hand,
Subtle motions.
Fuzzy words
with clear motives.
Kari Apr 2013
I am a ghost.
All I need is my spirit.
I ride on a gust of wind,
chasing whims and shadows.
I am lost, wandering,
hiding in dark places.
Like a flower plucked half-bloomed,
Promising potential,
never reaching actualization.
Kari Mar 2013
I am alone,
my mind wanders.
I wonder if you'd smile
if you knew
that my thoughts spiral
and race,
always coming home
to you.
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