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Kellin Jan 14
my
mind.
no
doubt
the
good
if you do still care, Lord, please keep me safe.
had
weightier
things
to
worry
about
than
the
half-
hearted
apology
of
a
crashing
crankster.
Kellin Jan 12
thoughts bulleted
in my brain, ricocheting,
creative side to practical side,
lustful half to hateful half.
sleep? yeah, right.

i got up, located cleanser
and sponge, scrubbed
the bathroom,
washed the dishes,
waxed the kitchen floor.

wrote a four- page
letter to my sister,
told her i was in love.
with a girl.
i think i asked
for her forgiveness.

wrote a poem, and epic, tinged
with dark humor,
decided to give it to my mom
because this was all her fault.
somehow.

went to the bathroom,
considered my ground stomach,
but the thought of food made me want to heave.
settled for a beer. That went down fine,
so I had another.
and another.
Kellin Jan 10
my mind raced.
my heart joined in.
i shook my head,
mute as snowfall.

what could i say?
that some stranger
inside me couldn’t
keep his eyes off her?

i felt him stir, like a
breeze blowing up off
the evening sea. My
wind had awakened.

he pumped through
my veins in hot, red
bursts. blood pressure
rose in my face, blush.
Kellin Jan 10
cracked cement ramparts,
a less than mighty bastion,
  swamp cooler overflow,
   drool down the battlement.
    behind the stockade walls,
     faceless generals barked
      orders to their private troops,
       drilled their little soldiers.
                
           “welcome to my castle.”
      
       you call this a castle?
      heat throbbing off the
     parking lot convinced me
    to chance crumbling stairs.
   and there, step four, flight two,
  i bumped into my white knight.
okay, maybe more like gray.
i’ll compr with silver.
Kellin Oct 2018
but do they know how to craft fiction?
do they know how to spin
lies?
his eyes swear forever,
flatter with vows of only me.
but are they empty
promises?
i stare into his eyes, as
into a crystal ball, but
i cannot find forever,
only
movies of yesterday,
a sketchbook of today,
dreams of a shared
tomorrow.
his eyes whisper secrets.
but are they truths or fairy tales?
i wonder if even he
knows.
Kellin Oct 2018
i am so depressed
i can’t breathe.

i lightly trace your lips with my finger,
then intertwine mine with yours,
and ask
how long it’s been since i touched you that way.

you can’t remember.
Kellin Sep 2018
has no meaning
when you’re living in the
moment. i wasn’t ready
for that moment to end.
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