Kae: Poems

Jul 2018 · 291

Kae Jul 2018

As I lie in bed,
I think about my life.
I wonder about the future,
And I contemplate the past.

I begin to feel tears stream,
Down my exhausted face,
And before I decide,
If I should stay alone.

I remember a face,
One covered in fur.
Yes, it might sound strange,
But he’s my only hope.

I creep down the stairs,
Each creaking as I move.
I fight back tears,
As a look to the face.

This face looks old,
But he’s fairly new.
He has never said anything,
To make me unhappy.

In fact,
He’s said nothing at all.
Yet, it’s always this face,
That I look to.

I don’t wanna cry,
Before I meet him.
Hoping I can fool him,
Into thinking I’m fine.

But alas, I find him,
He’s on the couch sleeping.
That’s always the case.
He’s right where I need him.

As I look into his eyes,
I realize that I have,
No reason to cry.
I kneel down to put my head on his heart.

He looks at me,
With his wide, curious eyes,
And I know that he can feel,
My sadness drain away.

He is my best friend,
He knows how to help,
No matter how much,
I’m hurting, he’ll always be there.

He is a dog to you,
But to me,
He is a lifesaver.
He licks my hand and tells me it’s ok.

My dog is not just loyal,
He’s a superhero.
I need him,
Like I need oxygen.

I wrote this about my basset hound, Charlie, tonight because I realized (with tears falling down my face) that i needed him, and I just wanted to give him a little shoutout.... ❤️ I love you Charlie

#pets

Jul 2018 · 202

Dream interpreter please read this

Kae Jul 2018

Dream interpreter please read this

to start off, I had a dream last night, and a big cow came up to me and said this. I don’t know what it means, but if you have an idea, please let me know…..

I will verify the documents
That accused you of treason.

i honestly have no idea what this means…

Jul 2018 · 184

Moving On

Kae Jul 2018

Moving On

I Don’t Wanna Be a Visitor

I don’t wanna be a visitor,
In my own home.

I don’t wanna be a passerby,
In my own life.

How can you move into
A house I called my own
For generations of my family,

And call it your own
Within a matter of minutes
After walking through the doors.

I walk out,
And throw stuff on the ground.

You pick that up,
But you never pick me up.

You say it’s time to move on,
That it’s part of life,

But I don’t want to move on
With the life I’ve grown to love.

“Please don’t make me do this”
I plead every night

But you say that it must be done,
And you tell me you understand.

You want to understand
Because you too moved as a child.

But did you move from
A house your grandfather grow up in?

But did you move from
A house your dad grew up in?

Weeks before your grandpa die
Did he whisper into your ear
“Honey, when you are older, maybe you can have your kids here.”

No, this is not your case,
So how can you say you understand?

I don’t wanna be a visitor,
In my own home.

Jul 2018 · 369

That’s All You See

Kae Jul 2018

That’s All You See

All you see,
Is me,

Not the words,
I’ll never speak,

Nor the thoughts,
I can’t express,

All you see,
Is my wheelchair,

You see that,
And forget I can think,

You see that,
And forget that I can hear,

I can hear the things you say,
Right next to me,

I understand what you say,
About me,

I want to be heard,
But I can’t,

My thoughts can’t be heard,
By listening ears,

My thoughts will only be free,
To listening eyes,

If you want to see,
Who I am,

Listen to the words,
That I write,

And then you’ll see,
The real me.

I wanted to make this clear.... my friend asked me to write this for her...

Jul 2018 · 185

Remember Me

Kae Jul 2018

Remember Me

Remember me

Remember me when I leave,
And not seen for months at a time.

Remember me when I go,
To a place that you do not know.

Remember me when I don’t return,
From where you left me.

I ask you to remember me,
Because one day I will leave.

I beg you to remember me,
Because one day I will go.

I compel you to remember me,
Because one day I won’t return.

Now I must wonder,
Will you remember me,
When I am just a picture in a frame?

Jul 2018 · 151

Help Me

Kae Jul 2018

Help Me

Help Me

I’m drowning,
But not in a sea.

I’m falling,
But not off a cliff.

I’m dying,
But not in a hospital.

I’m hurt,
But not physically.

You see me,
But not as who I am.

Help me,
But not by calling 911.

Help me,
By being there for me.

Help me,
By listening to me.

Help me,
By hugging me.

Help me,
If you say we’re friends.

Jul 2018 · 186

I’m Chained to My Own Thoughts

Kae Jul 2018

I’m Chained to My Own Thoughts

I once dreamed of the stars,
That was long before I gave myself scars,

I once dreamed of placing the last puzzle piece,
Now I dream of finding the peace in my own mind,

I once dreamed of being free to roam,
Being free from my own mind is what I dream of now,

I once dreamed of growing up,
That was before I did and the world hurt me,

“Let me go!” Is what I would cry on a warm summer day,
Now that is what I cry out to my inner demons,

Times were better before I grew up,
And realized the world would hurt me,

I wish to go back,
And truly be free,
But now I have scars, a broken mind,
And I’m chained to my own diseased brain.

Thank you for reading this, this is the first poem that I’ve shared with anyone else. If you have any suggestions please message me because I’m just starting out and I’m trying to learn. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

~Kae

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