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Kevin Seiler May 2015
My car's engine has died
Part of me did too
My first car finally crapped out. So many good memories. Good bye drunk honda. It's been one hell of a ride.
Kevin Seiler Oct 2016
Look at you, growing so fast.
I would not actually know though.
Because our time together only one day, did it last.

I know you're happy, with your mom, and your dad.
I hope that you get everything you wish for.
They were really great people so I'm sure it can't be bad.

One day, if you find me, I'll explain to you why.
Why you were given away, the day you were born.
Now, 5 years later, I sit on my tailgate and cry.
I think about all the days since, that have passed me by.
But I know it's for the better, for you and for I.
Happy Birthday Son, I'll always love you.
Kevin Seiler May 2016
I found a new place to be.
I thought if I did, my demons would stop chasing me.
But I'm still the same delusional drunk that I always was.
And after ten beers, I know that it's because,
Those demons weren't following me close behind.
They were right here in my twisted mind.
You can't escape fate
Kevin Seiler Oct 2016
One hundred and thirteen days since my last sip.
And it only took me one day to finally jump ship.
No matter how long I'm sober, nor how much I drink.
Will ever allow me the clarity to see the way that you think.
So here's to relapse, and the misery inbound.
Because no matter what girl I'll never stop you from runnin' around.
Kevin Seiler Dec 2017
I would douse every memory of you in gasoline.

I would torch every photo, every tangible item that reminds me of you.

I would curse your name, choking as my lungs filled with acrid smoke.

I would burn this place to the ground.

I would die amongst the flames along with our love. Just to haunt the ashes of what once was.

I would do this.....if I thought it would mean a ******* thing to you.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
Time has never been a friend to me.
The ticking clock is but a reminder of my anxiety.
Madness stricken as I race against times' sands.
Days spent chasing the passing hours no one truly understands.
That only after it passes do we discover of our time was well spent.
Wasting life away is the one act you can't repent.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
Walk into the tavern.
I order a shot and a beer.
Dimly lit bar but my eyes can see clear.
Drinking my whiskey and ale.
I'm biding my time.
Because intoxication for me is an equation for crime.
My plans for tonight don't include going away.
But I can't call them plans, I do this every day.
I sit back and get loose, avoid the gazes of strangers.

It's quarter to midnight and I'm nearly **** drunk.
I wonder if I'll ever get out of this funk.
Although I don't really want to, I love living like this.
Sitting at the dive bar in my half drunken bliss.
There's something serene about not being noticed. About sitting down, getting drunk,  and writing bad poetry. And not giving a **** about anyone else around.
Kevin Seiler Jul 2015
I walked into the room

*******.......on the coats

*********
For Wustin Jampler
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Fate. That our paths have seperated.

Rage. Misguided anger hides your insecurities and cowardice.

Intentions. Were always for the best, but we knew this day would come.

Empathy. You lack. Those who help guide you most come second to your arrogance and pride.

Never. Again will I lend my hand.

Dead. You'd might as well be.
Don't spend time on any relationship where the other person doesn't give a ****. Its better to be alone than have faulty relationships. Friend, lover, whatever. It's not worth your time. Find someone who is.
Kevin Seiler Oct 2015
I'm going to live forever
Or at least die trying
#Short #tenwords #10w
Her
Kevin Seiler Apr 2016
Her
With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay.
I said "I love you girl, but no ******* way."
For months and months, I've been hoping you'd see.
That the way that you are is just killing me.
It might **** me to leave you, I might **** myself.
But even taking my life is better than being left on  your shelf.
I don't know who I am without you. What is home without you
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Sunday*
when time is irrelevant.
No priorities
only enjoyment remains.
Kevin Seiler Sep 2014
Walking amongst the fog
I see nothing but my fears
Lungs choking on the smog
I have been lost in here for years

Seeing only shimmers of light
I'm struggling to find the way
I become colder and darker every night
Searching for the words to say

Unsure if I can make it all alone
Harvester of my own life and the seeds of death I have sown
Kevin Seiler May 2015
My writing is the calamity of my soul.
Hoping that once it hits paper my shattered consciousness will be whole.
Raging and boiling it crashes with strokes of ink.
Mind writhing and seizing, the words pour out before I can think.
Kevin Seiler Oct 2016
Heart pounding
Hands shaking
Blood boiling
Eyes bloodshot
Adrenaline rush

The greatest high.
Was going to crash, in glorious fashion

Did I know then?
That I was headed for a dead end.
A piece from the future to myself in this moment
Kevin Seiler Nov 2023
Walking down the edge of a moonlit beach
I feel the cool sands shifting beneath my feet

Father once warned me to stay clear of the sea
But I’m already drowning, what difference is it to me?

The breeze runs through my hair.
I hear the crashing of waves, and smell salt in the air.

I walk slowly to the waters edge, ankle deep in the tide.
The waters wash against my skin and send chills down my spine

It’s but gentle reminder, of what is to come - and my only escape, from the things that I’ve done.

I’m up to my neck now, and there’s no turning back
The moonlight fades out and my vision goes black

I feel a sigh of relief as I release my last breath
And let the seas take me, into the darkest of depths.
Kevin Seiler Sep 2016
Ninety-two days, since my last drink.
The first week I was stranded.
Lost in a desert, parched.

The coldest, freshest water was dust in my mouth.
I couldn't quench my thirst.
Nothing brought that refreshing sensation;
That overwhelming elation that my first beer had each day.

Whenever I took my first sip, I felt enlightened.
My soul beemed with joy.
Nothing else mattered after that first sip.
All the word was irrelevant compared to me and my drink.

And that was the problem.
It was all irrelevant.
Beer was my partner.
Scotch was my lover.
Brandy, my best friend.

And I, was an alcoholic.
I AM, an acoholic.
Ninety-two days into recovery.
Ninety-two days into the rest of my life.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
Dust the cobwebs off my eyes.
Winter is over, take off this hibernation disguise.
Step into the sun and feel rejuvinated.
Months of frost and dark thoughts have left me feeling jaded.
Breathe in the warm air and feel the life resonate within.
I feel alive and cleansed from the burdens of sin.
Stretch out my arms and reach up to the sky.
I fell to my knees and started to cry.
Thinking of those moments that I wanted to fade away.
Filled with praise that I lived until this sunny day.
Kevin Seiler Sep 2015
I write with cheap pens that dry out on the page.
Hair disheveled, I'm drunk, my fist trembles with rage.
Without skill, and poor grammar, you'd ask why I write.
But what else can I do when I'm writhing in hell every night.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
She tells me how much she hates when I run off like this.
I can barely hear her words, mind racing, as my hand grips the blade in my fist.

She will never understand the language of vengeance and fury.
Leaping out of the window I hit the streets in a hurry.

A conscious man would gather his thoughts and plan first.
But I'm drifting in a dream of retribution and bloodthirst.
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Burn* my words on paper.
Turn my thoughts to ash.
Kevin Seiler Mar 2016
That old warm Sunday Sun
Peers through the window
Soft light casts a shadow across the room
Time feels slow
Lost
Memories dance across the mind
Time moves inevitably onward
Sunrise, sunset
Year by year
We are helpless in its quest
To continue slipping out of our hands
The only thing we hold onto
Are moments
Such as watching the light
Peer through the window
From a warm Sunday Sun
Kevin Seiler Jun 2015
Reminiscent of popular television
all about ratings
not good writing.
Kevin Seiler Dec 2015
Expensive scotch and cheap beer.
My two best friends are here.
"It's a hobby", I tell people, pouring another drink.
A connoisseur of alcoholism, I don't give a **** what they think.
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Poetry* does not need context to entice a reader.
Poetry requires no dialogue to tell a story.
Poetry is written for all, and no one.
Poetry can put madness on display without being frightening.
Poetry is only a thought, until it is written.
Then it is immortalized.
Then it is art.

Constructive and beautiful.
Devastating and worthless.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
They say that evil prevails
when good men fail to act.

What they should say is
**Evil prevails
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Humanity found
as I severed arteries
spilling golden blood.
Kevin Seiler Apr 2015
Walking down the alleyways I follow you home.
Smoking a cigarette, the ember burning as fierce as my intentions.
Smooth smoke, clearing my head.
If it weren't for the clarity you'd already be dead.

A predator turned prey, you should have never gone astray.
Because I'm in the business of killing and today is your day.

Things get exciting, my heart starts to race.
Closing the gap between us, increasing my pace.
I pull the knife from my coat.
Grab your greasy hair in my fist and I swiftly slit your throat.
A river of blood sprays across the street.
Your life now taken, my vengeance is complete.
Kevin Seiler Oct 2016
The coffee is strong this morning
The sun   shines through the blinds, blinding
They're both telling me to get up and do something today
But I can't work, so I'm just staring at a sun-glared screen
Wishing I had someone to share the morning with
Maybe they wouldn't mind the bold coffee
Maybe they could stand in front of the blinds
BLOCK THAT ******* SUN
**Thanks

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