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4.3k · Apr 2015
hanahaki.
Kit Apr 2015
petals.
petals everywhere.
flower petals.
they flood my stomach, overfill into my throat, and spill out of my mouth.
i wretch.
i heave.
i grip the skin on my legs for purchase.
the petals just don't stop.

petals.
petals everywhere.
in the morning, when i first wake up, petals.
in the evening, when i'm settling in and feeling lonely, petals.
at night, when i'm alone in the dark with my thoughts, petals.
more wretching and heaving.
the petals just won't stop.

petals.
petals everywhere.
when i see your face, petals fly out of my mouth.
out of my mouth and onto the cold, unforgiving concrete.
my knees buckle.
you whisper in a soft voice that could lull me into a blissful slumber.
"are you alright?"
i wretch.
i heave.
why won't these petals go away?

petals.
petals everywhere.
my stomach has become a garden.
has become your garden.
your smile blooms inside of me.
your voice blossoms like a morning glory.
i could get the surgery.
i could get it and forget about you.
about the wretching.
about the heaving.
the petals could go away.

slicing.
dicing.
dissecting.

petals.
petals nowhere.
petals no longer litter the ground i walk.
the bed i sleep in.
the clothes that itch my dry skin.
the sight of your face is now a reminder to me.
a reminder that you are a person.
a person who never appreciated gardening in the first place.
no more wretching.
no more heaving.
no more petals.
4-21-2015

i found out what "hanahaki disease" is today.
it's the most animu thing ever, so i decided to write about it.
2.0k · Mar 2014
On Melancholy Hill
Kit Mar 2014
Come, my darling.
Climb to the top of Melancholy Hill with yours truly.
We'll count cellophane stars
While laying under plastic trees.
I'll play my sad guitar and you'll sing along,
My blue-haired blue friend.
Why do you look so sad?
I'll try my best to pull the corners of your mouth
Into a small smile.
I'll dare myself to lay the gentlest kiss
Upon your lips
Because I want your rhinestone eyes to shine;
Never stop shining.
I would swim across an ocean of toxic waste
To be with you on Plastic Beach
Atop Melancholy Hill
Counting cellophane stars
While laying under plastic trees.
This is a poem that I wrote in solely Gorillaz references/puns. It took a while, but I managed to make it happen. This is for a friend who helped me realize the cowardice in my ways of thinking. Thank you.
1.1k · Mar 2014
Moving on.
Kit Mar 2014
Here's to the last four years.
To the English teacher that changed my way of thinking. Forever.
To the friends (and enemies) I've made along the way.
To the friends that left and the ones that stayed.
The ones that stayed up with me until all hours of the night
When I felt like everything was going to hell.

Here's to that innocent tenth grade fling.
To the feeling of falling in love for the very first time.
To the feeling of telling him how I felt over the phone.
To the feeling of him saying it back.
To performing onstage with friends and goofing off behind the curtain.
To all of the people who told me, "it's not worth it."

Here's to the Health teacher, who I have the utmost respect for.
To that band that I owe everything to.
To that boy who walked to my house in the freezing cold at 2 AM,
The one who ultimately broke me.
To the people who put me back together in the aftermath.
To that other boy who would never give up.

Here's to the times I've said "I hate this so much."
To the countless times I've skipped a day because I didn't want to get up.
To the choir teacher that everyone loved and looked up to.
To the choir that felt like a second family.
To the shy boy that I didn't include in the group project.
To the guilt I'll feel forever because of it.

Here's to the smiles, the tears, the fears, the stress.
To the people that helped me get a grip on reality.
To the boy that everyone poked fun at, the one I hugged everyday.
To the beautiful girl who made me tea and took me to Winter Homecoming.
To the three boys who hated me in eleventh grade.
To the boy laying dormant.

Here's to the girl who will think about all of this
And so much more when she walks across the stage.
Head held high, holding that piece of paper in her hands.
She's defeated a beast, she has.
She tosses her hat up in the air and lets out a cry of victory.
She's won. She's moving on to bigger and better things.

Thank you.
I'm graduating high school in less than two months. This is my tribute to the good, the bad, and everything in between. This has been the single hardest journey in my life thus far. I dread seeing the end come near, but I can't wait for it to be over.
468 · Sep 2014
i know.
Kit Sep 2014
you lie so easily to me.
why me, darling?
why?
you ditch me daily
you ignore me nightly
petty excuses flood my window
but none go recognized as sincere.

sincerity?
are you capable of it, my dear?
are you capable
of not making me feel like
i'm absolute dirt?
are you?
riddle me that.

you leave me hanging.
almost as if
there's a branch above my head
but open air between my feet and the ground.
you lie so easy.
you're never sincere.
have you ever really liked me?

maybe you don't know
what a friend is, sweetie?
a friend is loyal
a friend is honest
sincere
nice
you know, a *friend.
this is an angry poem towards my best friend.
257 · Nov 2019
AM 01:36
Kit Nov 2019
flower petals; long dead
scattered about my empty bed

they symbolize the wilted love
the shriveled heart
the plucked feelings

they lay as worthlessly
as she feels to him
nothing special to these petals

the sad pedicel
the crying pistil

why did your flowers die

as soon as they touched my hands
the end of something that i'm so glad i'm not involved in anymore, written while i was still involved in it. date written: 2019/04/29
248 · Apr 2017
eye of the storm
Kit Apr 2017
from the balcony i stand
i see it
o, the great relief

through the rain
it shines through
to remind even me

that the worst
is over
but not completely
4-22-2017
04:16

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