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Kerri Aug 2015
Twinkling fireflies,
In the midnight heat,
Cool blades of grass,
As moisture hangs in the air.

Brittle branches claw the sky
Mourning the leaves,
fluttering beneath,
As a  hazy moon hovers above.

Periwinkle nights framed in gray,
Bedazzling crystals sprinkle down,
The world is silent,
As a thick blanket cleanses the ground.

A pastel palette,
Brings life to the trees,
The earth is reborn again,
As a gentle breeze magically blows.
Living in Tennessee, I get the pleasure of experiencing all four seasons. I wouldn't have it any other way, as each of them have their own hidden treasures.
Kerri Jul 2015
The sweet, toxic smell of her perfume
like poisonous berries
seeps through my veins,
saturates my heart,
and floats in my memory,
like that last sip of wine
before the haze.
Rocking my inner being
and tickling my carnal sensations,
until my body is as awake
as my soul is.
Cradled in her lingering scent
until it wafts away as she does,
leaving me lifeless on the floor.
Kerri Jul 2015
The bravest one of all
is the girl who ties on an invisible cape,
and dances around her troubles
as if she's blind to her struggles.

Climbing towards her dreams
on broken glass,
and digging out the ****** shards
one piece at a time.

Scars are the road maps on her skin
showing her how far she's come,
Never gliding on freshly paved roads,
always climbing up the rugged mountains.

But she tastes the rain,
and she feels the wind,
never numbing herself to
the disasters in her life.

When she reaches the top,
her strength will allow her to
fly with the most majestic of eagles
with a bandaged wing, so that she never forgets.
Kerri Jul 2015
A horrid jealousy invades my heart
because I can't accept the harsh reality
that I am not yours,
A flood of tears sweeps my outer soul
and I recognize my non-existence
as the razor is pushed deeper;
inserted directly into
my soft, tangle of emotions.
You hang my heart on a leash
and drag it on the ground.
But why do you lead me on?
only to melt sugar in the rain,
Look at you...
knotting my stomach
and withering my soul.
Why can't I let go?
Maybe if I cared more
about myself than I do you.
But I don't.
Another one of my intense high school creations!
Kerri Jul 2015
Together, we walk through the red midnight,
soaking our hearts in each other's tears,
releasing our fears into the starlit sky,
wishing them away, one by one, into the dusk.

Together, we ride upon the fluorescent moon,
indulging in each other's madness,
feeding each other the sanity we crave,
and closing the wounds that only love can heal.

Together, we dance in the amber rain,
purifying our souls and washing the pain away,
renewing ourselves and unleashing our hearts from their cocoons.

Together, we glide with the innocence of angels
tasting perpetual serenity.

Together, we hold time in our hands,
and crush it gently until the pieces blow away.

Together...we share tonight.
This is another poem I wrote when I was 17 that is very special to me!
Kerri Jun 2015
Resting on the window sill
I gaze into the darkness,
peeling at my thoughts,
inhaling the sweetness of the Summer air.
A purple lightning strikes the sky,
and the thunder whispers,
as the clouds break away.
The warm drops cleanse my skin,
and fill the air with the aroma of newly cut grass.
I count the stars with my journal in hand,
recording my deepest wishes.
And once I'm finished,
the words seem briskly blown away into the Heavens,
each attaching to a star.
I close my eyes
as the calm storm sings me to sleep.
I wrote this poem in 1999 when I was 17 years old. I just stumbled upon it and wanted to share it.
Kerri Jun 2015
Too young for marriage
too old to stay with mom & dad.
But she hopped a bus following him West
and gave up all she had.

Skinny dipping in the salty sea
Infatuation in a rusty car
Plaid shirts and promises,
he was a thief that stole her heart

He gave her two babies
but she always felt alone,
between those wood paneling walls
his explosive temper was shown.

Beer bottles and ashtrays.
Tumbleweeds and sand.
Black, blue, and purple
painted by his hand.

So weak for so long,
she would cower in fear
Until she saw her children's faces,
filled with confusion and stained from tears

She left with just the clothes on her back
and two babies clinging to her hand
following the sunrise in the East
going home to mom & dad.
Another rhyming poem
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