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 Jan 2013 Kassi
Kairee F
I have nothing to say.
At least nothing I want to say to the world.
Sometimes, I just write, hoping I find a phrase worth speaking.
This would be one of those times.
Take me away from this moment
To a place I understand or gives comfort.
I’m sick of this living purgatory
Where everything here –
Every feeling,
Every heartbeat,
Every word,
Every desire –
Contradicts itself with something else.
Just take me far away from this city,
Away from the confusion,
Away from the past,
Away from the pain I used to feel,
Away from my heart,
And let me start at a new beginning
Where the finish line isn’t flooded with blackness or blur.
Bring me beyond the horizon,
And I’ll set on this place
To rise in a new world light years away.
 Jan 2013 Kassi
The Wherewithal
Doubt is like a drug.
An infestation of the mind
It will eat away at you until all you are
is a whimpering ball of madness

once it's implanted,
you will never return to the
white linen innocence your ignorance gave you
but instead you'll stand
waiting for the worst to come crashing down around you

the conversations will offer no resolutions,
no lingering sense of hope
only more doubt.

it can wait
lay stagnant in your dark places
until you reach back too far
and it will return with a force unknown.

This is when you became.
when that madness was no longer just a part of you;
but it became you with a helpless body clinging to it.
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Chandler Lauren
Sometimes
                  siLence
                             is
                                thE
                      ­               key
                                         which
                                                  unlocks
 ­                                                             T­he
                                                                ­  gate
                                                          ­              keeping
                                           ­                                          one
                                                             ­                             from
                                                                ­                                 findin
G
                                                     ­                                                        peace
                                                           ­                                                           and
  ­                                                                 ­                                                          a
                                                                ­                                                                s­
O**undness
                                                    ­                                                                 ­                               of
                               ­                                                                 ­                                                         mind.
In between me and you
There are volumes untold
We the bookends
Kept the stories within,
Pop up books
And color by numbers,
There's still crayon splatters
Across the pages,
Folded corners
And still wet edges,
Wilted bookmarks
And underlined sentences,
Highlighted passages  
And crossed out paragraphs,
Pressed in between some layers
Are dry roses and leaves,
Memories that left the letters smeared,
And though our stories may finish
And remain unpublished,
I just want to tell you
Our love was volumes
With no bookends...  
© okpoet
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Amber
Flower
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Amber
My life as a flower.
I shall wilt in fear.
I grow towards death.
I crumble the fastest.
I die by suicide,
not **** spray.
Ha, funny. :p
 Jan 2013 Kassi
raðljóst
seasons
 Jan 2013 Kassi
raðljóst
sometimes, when the seasons change
we change with them

in summer i am flowing and free
my worries wash away with the tides
and i am comfy in my long dresses
that reach down to my ankles
and get soaked in the salty sea

in fall i feel alright and all
i am drowsy but don't want to sleep
the crunches of leaves beneath my feet
are enough to make me smile
on the way to dinner at the church hall

in winter i keep warm in a sweater
given to me from a blonde boy,
jasper, a best friend and a lover
when we sit in cedar trees high above the snow
and watch the waves that make us feel better

in spring i shed the skin
of the year and all the days
i shared with all those people i love
but i keep the sounds and sights in my heart
and remember as i breathe in

sometimes, when the seasons change
we stay a little bit the same
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Brooke Levy
Where
 Jan 2013 Kassi
Brooke Levy
dreams of nowhere
yet there going somewhere
I can't tell where
not just anywhere
but there.
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