Kassey

Kassey Mar 21

Indistinct chatters,
silenced by melody
Melody of my thoughts
Hung on a little thread
Died a little bit inside

As the coffee drips,
my heart falls and strips
As the coffee drips,
why can't so my tears?

Alone, Friday at the Café
Pushed and leaned on the corner
with two rings attached to my fingers
the memories lingers

Where I am? At the Café
Who am I? That's Touché
Can I find somebody
Somebody at this Café
Everyone has someone
but me, I am the only one

Well, it is Friday
At the Café
As sweet as my matcha
As bitter as my life

Kassey Mar 21

Soufflé

Soufflé,
With my heart you play
Warm, jiggling
like your hugs, it is tingling

Kassey Mar 21

In the midst

Friday, at the Café
With iced matcha latte
and things she didn't want to say
What will fill the void?
In the midst of the crowd,
you are the one that I avoid.

Kassey Dec 2024

Eaten, swallowed

Born independent in the middle of the woods
like an orphan Tarzan if you would.
Learned how to swing by the vines, how can I learn different kinds of lines?
Can I tame a lion or would it eat me?

In the woods, I was lost
Where is path that I am supposed to end up to? Was it near me? Far-away from me? Did I already miss it?

In the middle of the woods, full of uncertainty, we face different demons.
It could be the lion or some entity
Will I be swallowed?

If I will not survive the demons,
I hope I will not be eaten or swallowed
I hope I will have the courage to fight them
I hope I will be defeated because I give all of my strength, not because I am weak, eaten, and swallowed.

Kassey Dec 2024

The last risk

How do I begin?
I can still feel your skin
Maybe the time was short
I can feel your touch, so soft

You saw me when everything was blurry
I am blinded by sorrow, hiding in the shadow
You are the light that finds me, tells me there is still tomorrow.

When I felt that it is ending, you showed me a new beginning.
You are the last risk that I am willing to take.

Kassey Dec 2024

In my 20s

In my 20s, I felt lost
everyone I loved, I lose
Maybe it was a beginning,
maybe it was my end.

Kassey Dec 2024

Folding Laundry

I did not made my existence
yet, I am responsible for it.
I have been used, worn out
got *****, with unremovable stains
I was left laying on the floor
after being used
I pick myself up, do the laundry.
Wasted a lot of soap,
the stain will be gone, I hope.
Once washed, I will hang it
Oh how I love it.
Once it is dried, it is time to fold.
Life can be like folding laundry.
Could be satisfying
could feel like a chore
could make you tire and bore.
Once you are done doing the laundry,
get ready to get *****.