I've yet to meet anyone
who wants to admit their weakness,
That they are insecure, unloved,
and that they see the world with bleakness.

To live out each day
is to put on a mask,
But to write down words,
it is for war you ask.

Once words hit a page
you can't take them back.
Prepare for the consequences,
You're under attack.

Thoughts are bubbles;
Drifting.
Always changing;
Shifting.
Words are concrete;
Permanent,
Limiting,
Determinate.
The mind can think and feel.
The mouth can only steal
the morsels that the brain creates;
the lips then mutilate.
Dreams with totipotency
crash to Earth woefully.
If we dictated
what our minds have slated
rather than the deplorable mess
that comes out more often than less,
A different world we would live in.
With ample free thought to swim in.
We'd drink it in, not spit it out.
We'd coexist, express our doubt.
Put an end to censorship
and start a human relationship

I'm charging into battle
after the commander has given
the sign.
I wield weapons.
a silver sword,
sharpened, so that it pierces
the hearts of my enemies,
and a shield of ice to protect
my own.
I realize that it is a weak defense,
but it is all I have.
Will you run with me,
into battle, into unknown,
or shall we both die,
apart, alone?

Google, oh google
thank you for storing
all of my documents and files
in one easily accessible place
that I can get to from any
Internet connected device.
thank you for pretending
to be your own social media
that could be really cool
if anyone ever actually used it.
thank you for connecting my Gmail
with my YouTube account
and auto filling online paper work
for me.
you are great!
Love, Kelynn

When you love writing poems
or anything at all,
but nothing rhymes
unless you repeat a word.
I know this doesn't rhyme.
It's writer's block.

I wear a necklace of steel
that extends down to my heart.
The wire curls and protects,
it's only a start.
Superficial armor,
Impenetrable?
Protected soul:
Unattainable.

It's you I worry about, not me.
You told me the last time I saw you
That the next time I see you
You might be dead.
And then you left.
And I haven't seen you since,
dead or alive.

A message from me,
if you ever see it,
please let me see you alive.
I went after you,
I searched for you.
You were gone.

I want to find you,
but not with a needle in your arm.
I want to find you,
with a smile on your face.

And if by chance
you ever see this,
come back to me.
We will fall in love.
And I can stop worrying about you
and start caring for us.