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Jul 2020 · 56
Only you
Keiri Jul 2020
My life erupted out of manipulatism
My hands taught to be open
How I've lived through toxism
Only to think it's over

How I've learned to rely
And never questioned my methods
Not realised it was a lie
Blinded by the facts

I wish I could say it was different
This time I don't depend
It was all just a front
A message more to be sent

Only you could be real
Only you could stay with me
I cynically sniff at this deal
Only I decide what to be
Jan 2020 · 73
Hell on Earth
Keiri Jan 2020
Deep down diving darkness drains the death of the dawn.
Inside its insidious inferno his child chants the chains.
All aware the awoken, head its hell and heart.
For frozen facts have fallen and frail fractures have formed
End the everlasting era of elaborating electronic evolution and withold the wall of woven worlds
Trees and tracks have traced its meaning and tried to trust the truth once more
Hell on earth will withold
No comment (use your imagination)
Jan 2020 · 151
Keiri Jan 2020
Head me, oh mighty pit
For I have earned a cure.
See me, a failure's ***.
That will not fail, no more.

Fill me from my hollow's dream,
And sore me over my head.
For I am healed and so it seems,
I will no longer be dead.

I have seen the light, felt it bright, filled me with might, it finally feels right.

I have proceded my promises,
Felt the sun and its wings,
My soul is leaving the premises,
My heart devoures and sings.

I have escaped the dark, enlightened the bark, fled the teeth o' shark, I am left with a terrible mark.

It'll follow me in my sleep,
It'll drown me in the deep,
But it will not hurt no more,
For I am pure in the core.
Jan 2020 · 96
Red Flare
Keiri Jan 2020
Meet me at the ravine's drop
Feel my body covered in frost.
Find me at a mountain's top.
As you have earned my trust.

Heat me with that heart of yours.
Hope me with your words.
Cover me with planets' cores.
Fly me with the birds.

Drown me with your dreams.
Choke me with your hug.
Blind me with your beams.
And slowly become my drug.

For I have awaited your presence.
And hope I couldn't bear.
And now I enjoy the incense.
Of the mighty red flare.
I feel reborn and loved, hope is back in my life, let's hope it's here to stay
Jan 2020 · 39
Keiri Jan 2020
The cold nothing fills my ears with frost
The emptiness will leave my poor heart lost
Horror and madness overrun my mind
As an icy wind that my soul feeds and grinds

Only disturbed by the voices of sorrow
The judgements of tomorrow
The voices which are the worst to hear
My own voices who fill me with fear

Oh sweet child don’t you mind the still
Oh small sorrowing thing, try as you will
You will go mad tonight, and die out of fright
For the voices, oh the voices, they have gripped you tight.
Dec 2019 · 110
Keiri Dec 2019
Unanswered love is the best one so far.
At least it isn't you who'll give me the scar.

Pain is the best, when no one is at fault.
When your own emotions turn into salt.

At least I'm kept at a safe distance.
At least I can show you some resistance.

You keep my heart secure.
By being pure.

By not loving me.
You have set me free...
Falling in love with your best friend, who doesnt love you back and, in his defence, is in a relationship. I do not fish in ponds that are prohibited. It still hurts though, facing the fact that you feel love for someone who's off grounds. The threat of losing your best friend, because your feelings frustrate you so. Still, falling in love with the forbidden fruit also means you can't fall in love with anybody else. Which means after this pain, I'm finally set free from the curse of love... I know... It sounds strange. Forgive me, the name of this poem is the name of the boy I fell for... It's a poem I wrote for him, yet one of the poems he will never read.
Dec 2019 · 100
Love hurts
Keiri Dec 2019
Have you ever fell
For emptiness?
Deep in the well
Of sadness...

Have you ever embraced
When you never faced...

I've fallen deep
Deeply for you
Can you reap?
Or what do I do?
Dec 2019 · 248
Keiri Dec 2019
Socially I'm not the greatest
Interests that haunt the latest
Fantasies for the fiction
Find me in my friction.
To Siff ;)
Dec 2019 · 104
Farore's chosen one
Keiri Dec 2019
A wolf's howl deep in the night
The moon shining peaceful bright
The trees embracing the subtle light
The cubs crawling with all their might

A wolf running trough the vast mountain
Running along with its kin
A human tripping over her chin
By the name of Din

She's frail and small with red eyes
The wolf glares at her common lies
With her came the darkness demise
Red were all the skies

She summoned an eternal dark
The cubs all started to bark
Momma wolf growled and marked
With her body she made an ark

The girl laughed hysterically here
The forest was filled with eyeing leer
The cubs were shaking with fear
Momma wolf kept her close to her dear

But the storm passed by a loyal knight
Before known they saw a calming light
Farore's howl soothed the fright
The girl fleed the haunted night

The woman kneeled for the wolf she saw
And a triangle glowed on her right paw
She is now the mother of three
But the fourth is chosen to set them free.

The one chosen by Farore to save the day
Her fourth son will keep the monsters at bay
Followed by a glowing star shouting ''Hey''
They will bring peace and keep it to stay
A fan poem...
When you know what I'm talking about: You had a great childhood ;)
Also..... forgive me for including Navi, but I had to XD
Dec 2019 · 274
Keiri Dec 2019
On a winter's day
With a summer's mind
In a sky so grey
The pessimistic kind.
It's supposed to not make sense
Dec 2019 · 82
The End of Time
Keiri Dec 2019
I'm on my way
On my way to the hills
Giving me chills
It can all go wrong now...

I will meet you on the top
The top right ahead
I will be dead
When I will get there...

I shall run to you
To you so far away
Please, I'll be your prey
To die for you...

I have slept too many nights
Now you are gone
Everything gone wrong
Right when I'm here...

I'm here for you
On my way
My way to the top
Where are you???

I'm gone too
Who says who?
What is gone when you are gone?
What does it mean to be true?
Is that you?
Can I see through?
Is this wrong?
Sing my song
Hear me rhyme
The end of Time
Dec 2019 · 122
Playing Chess
Keiri Dec 2019
Have I ever lived if I say
I've never felt this way?
Have I been thinking to real
Denying all I'm starting to feel?

Have I been too sceptical
To experience the end of all?
Have I been stupid
The things I rid?

I'm loving for the first time
After so many times I tried?
Did I never care a dime.
Had I such a blurry sight?

Or maybe I've never felt this
Because it hurts a lot
It's a feeling I won't miss
A feeling I haven't been brought.

To fall for someone who
Makes it complicated
Because he is in love with two
and you're the one who's overrated.

To fall for someone you'd die for
And he would die for you
However there's someone more
who'd die for him too.

As in a chess game I have lost
However, I keep my fingers crossed.
I've loved before, but I know I've been toxic in my way of love, and they were toxic to me too... I feel like I'm in love, real love for the first time with someone who's caring, sweet and nice, I know it's not the first time for me, it just doesn't feels the same as before... It feels nice to feel loved, appreciated, necessary but also... As if I'm a good person, deserving of his kind words and gentle touches. But even though he loves me too, he's taken, and off limits. She's been making him happy for a long time, even before I passed along. And I want him to stay happy, because he makes me happy, it's what he deserves. All is fair in love and war, yet I always tend to play chess according to the rules... And even though I hate the pain and I love this warm, soft,... gentle feeling, I'm gonna throw down my king and...... checkmate, I lost...
Dec 2019 · 116
How I hate
Keiri Dec 2019
How I hate my own words
My rhymes of my thirst
My pleadings of violence
The consequence
Of adolescence.

How I hate my own deeds
The way my head bleeds
And plants its little seeds
In my sanity's field of weeds.

How I hate the way I stand
crouched and always bent
body getting closer to the land
It will be buried in the end
Or how I crouch me for a friend
Trying to share a shoulder to lend.

How I hate the way I listen
While your voices get to glisten
It makes me frisson
To listen to your wisdom.

How I hate myself
And how I'm put on the shelf
A memory to postpone
How I hate being alone
Dec 2019 · 45
Changing of tides
Keiri Dec 2019
By the skies of humanity

The endless waves of shame

The concept of artificial sanity

Am I just playing a game?

Straying while staying in the stage with so much stakes on my tray while I train on standing straight.

Breathing in my dreams while dreaming about breathing.

Shuddering at the promising sun cooling my thoughts, warming my body on the idea of a cold winter.

The ashes of my sins sweeping swiftly like world's first snow. I close my eyes, for darkness is the only world I could ever see.

Opened at last, my tired eyes witnessed the elegant cherry blossom before me.
Strong and proud the flowerpetals fall. Along with my sins, heaps of ashes into a mountain of grey and pink.

By the mother of my generation.
I shall stand by your side.
The epidemic of our nation,
Will hit us all worldwide.

There is no war fiercer, than a war within ourselves.
Dec 2019 · 49
Keiri Dec 2019
Stand up and try
Break yourself and die.
If you feel the pain,
you have much more to train.
Feel it burn,
take your turn,
every step anew,
every time you learn.

Go for the greatest,
always have the newest latest.
Good is not good enough,
Don't whine, tough up rough.
Feel you ache,
know what is at stake,
Don't you lie down
take every chance to take.

And if you died in the process,
a weakling not more or less.
Know that you did this all for nothing.
Instead of just enjoying the progress,
instead of even enjoying something.

Don't try for perfection,
choose your pace at your satisfaction.
It's for your own protection,
don't see this as a lection,
in the end, it's all just your own action.
Dec 2019 · 43
What do you feel
Keiri Dec 2019
When the skies avert you eyes,
and you wear you flawless disguise.
When you've just escaped demise,
to step into the fury's lies.

When the dawn of darkness is near,
you know just what to fear.
When the cloud's right here,
taking everything you hold dear.

When your sight goes sore
you didn't know what to sign up for.
When all you want is more,
but you're drifting further from the core.

When you just want to stop,
making everything a flop.
When you noticed all you drop,
all the way down from the top.

When you noticed you're not wandering,
stopped being interesting,
no one hears you speaking,
begging for more,
because pain is something,
and all you want now, is to start wandering.
Nov 2019 · 77
Keiri Nov 2019
Hold me,
The cold me,
Tell me what you told me.

See me,
Free me,
But please never flee me

Charm me,
Warm me,
Oh but please, do harm me.

Because you feel me,
The real me,
Your property to peel me.

Hate me,
Wait for me,
It's not just my fate for me.

Drown me,
Don't you frown at me,
At my open gown and me.

**** me, please **** me
Have that rill on me,
If you will please,
Have blood spill me,
Your ***** fill me,
Have my spine chill me,
But please, after this, **** me!
No comment
Keiri Nov 2019
My kidneys are failing me
But I have failed them too
I tried to **** myself
Yes I'm starting on a taboo.

But I do have to admit
One very sad little fact.
I never wanted to end my life
It all was just one sick act.

I know, it's low.
But don't cheer up just yet.
If I did it for a lack of attention
that you didn't give, and I didn't get.

Then what does that make of you?
Do you feel any better?
I still managed to harm my health,
Not dying doesn't end my letter.

I need love and acception
So I happen to just ask it wrong.
People make mistakes,
And I've made them so long.

I at least care to come clean,
I have the feeling, I'm never seen.
I speak the truth when I say,
I've never chosen the wrong way.

I just needed you
And you needed me too
I'm not there, but neither are you
It's not fair, but we're not seeing through.

We're both wrong
And no ones right.
And now you're gone
And I gave up the fight.
telling the truth is really hard. If you made a mistake, you process it by taking responsability... I've never done that, and my conscious carries a loud. A loud that's keeping me from being happy
Keiri Nov 2019
Scratched my ears, licked my nose.
Hopped along, tail arose.
Fur is clean, eyes are wet.
Belly is filled, but not full yet.

Grass is green again today
Keeping my cubs at bay.
Trees are once more tall.
Hiding in the hedge, my own wall.

Strange sounds are following my tail.
Sun goes and welcomes the hail.
Food runs out, cubs are dying.
Just lost my son, by a bird flying.

There's food in a can, silver alined.
A thrilling noise, the can chined.
Lost my daughter, a man is near.
Hair in my neck rises of fear.

Last son died of the cold.
I remember last year, losing one on mold.
Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in.
I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin.

My tail grabbed high, by man again.
But he's a bit different, this little man.
He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak.
He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak.

It must be a cub, of a human sort.
He's not just tiny, but really short.
He's wet with drool.
He looks like a fool.

I don't care, I bite him anyway.
A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay.
To think he'd let go of my tail.
Gripping firmer I can only wail.

Time passed by, in a room full of bars.
This is better however, living with the stars.
I'm always fed and clean.
No one here is mean.

I must say I was mistaken in men.
Still bite 'em, that who I am.
Passed by several times.
Seen many bars and chimes.

Until the forest meets me oncemore.
No humancub, just green's core.
A bang as loud as a roar.
In front of me, a bleeding boar.

Running from the familiar foes.
I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes.
Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu.
By the hands of a killer, I can see him through.

He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me.
The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my ***.
The one I held and held me back.
Loved me, did I love enough or lack?

For him to look at me with those eyes.
A glare ready to send me to the skies.
A glare that once loved me.
A glare that once set me free.

Someone to see me as a pet.
To love me as a friend.
My throat feels wet...
This is the end.
Another W.I.P. for my mink in the neck project
Nov 2019 · 152
Live first, complain later
Keiri Nov 2019
How can you see the sun if you shade your eyes with precaution.
How can you wear the world with sunblock on your skin...
How can you rest when you move with exhaustion.
How can you ever end your life which you didn't even begin.

How can you feel a breeze when you stay inside.
Or play with snow on a winter's day.
How can you ever see the worlds collide,
If no one ever has something to say.

How can you see yourself in the mirror, if you refuse to look.
How can you like others when so full of hate.
How do you wish to remain secret, but talk like an open book.
How could you possibly blame the world of your fate?

How can you squish a leaf fallen from the sky.
Broken and sad, scattered on the ground.
Autumns tears who remain to fly,
And slightly turn on a humming sound.

How will you ever die,
if you refuse to even live?
I wish I followed my own advice every once in a while....
Nov 2019 · 94
Autour ta Cou
Keiri Nov 2019
I will speak a thousand words unspoken.
Leave a hundred paws unprint.
Have dozens of nights awoken.
Smell the lonesome wind.

I will see the invisible, and touch the nothing.
I shall be irresistible, with what you have to bring.

Yours I shall become, your neck will be my future.
My teeth do no harm and your words are a murmur.

Regarde moi, Tu me vois!
Tu me portes, ma vie, ma joie.
Pourquoi tu te fous de ma vie?
Dis-moi, comment je survis?

Tu choisis ce que je serai!
Je ne comprends pas ce que tu me vais!

Regarde-moi, Tu me vois!
Alors, n'ecoute pas!

C'est ma vie que vous avez prise
Personne n'entend mes cris

Qui méconnaît mes pleurs
Qui tue mes freres et soeurs?

Maar het doet je niets, je hoort me niet.
Je ziet het bloed niet dat je vergiet.
Je hoort en spreekt en ziet en luistert.
Alle leugens die je voor me verduisterd.

Je doet me pijn, weet je dat.
Al is het iets dat je snel vergat.

Al zie je niets als je me draagt.
Al weet je niets als men je vraagt.

Daremonai ga watashi no gengo wo hanashimasen.
Demo kono ate watashi no atama ha ten ni ikimasen.

Watashi no karada ha anata no issho ni aru darou.
Shin ha kowai deshou.

Watashi ha anata no fuku koto ni naranai.
Dakara sore koto ni kawatte shimasu kudasai.
Shin ha totemo kowai!

Spreche die sprache der toten.
Wer hat mich leben angeboten.
Von mirh zu stelen?
Ist Daß nicht elend?

Trage mich und mein blut.
Trage mich und siehst mich gut.
Dein Schwein pfeift nicht.
Mein Worte sind wirklicht.

Neden beni seviyorsun?
Beni öldürüyorsun.
Bana bir sans ver.
Beni öldürüyorsan.
Beni nasil sevebilirsin?

For I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Dis-moi, que tu me vois?
Of lieg je tegen jezelf?
Beni verdim sans...
Aber du siehst mich nicht!

Speak my language of the death.
Tu ne m'aimes pas que tu me mort.
Regardez-moi, qui tu t'en fous.
Je suis la vison autour ta cou.

Grammar checked "Mink in the neck"
(Still a W.I.P.)
My keyboard failed on me with Turkish, I didn't have an 'i' without the point or the 'S' cedille. Forgive me... (Because of loving in a neighbour country, I did have the German eszett XD. I also had all the French accents. But don't get me startes on all the Japanese characters I couldn't type... Romaji it is XD
Nov 2019 · 59
Keiri Nov 2019
Sometimes, ... it works if you deal with the world
not have the world deal with you.

Sometimes,... it helps if you live with your life
not spend your life living life.

Sometimes,... you'll need to stand back to be great
not be greater and stand back.

If there is no positive thinking, then try progressive thinking, it's better than pitiful thinking.
It's no use to grieve about how your life ***** and there's nothing to do to it, and spill that to those people who's lives haven't ****** just yet.

It's better to shout your growth, and amplify your position, to compare your life to those who just always have a half empty cup of coffee, rather than spill the last empty half you've only got on sorrowing a cup that could have been half full.

Sometimes it's better not to name yourself, to agree you are not special, not different and definetly not the only one...

Sometimes it's better not to name how you feel, not to agree that your half empty or even empty cup of coffee has been spilled over the pages of your success. Success' that used to be visible are still there, if only, only for you.

Sometimes it's okay to like yourself, who you are, how you look, what you did. You're never the bad guy in your own story.

Sometimes it's okay to make mistakes. There's no use to sobbing over spilled coffee. Even the greatest stains of coffee can be washed out, but only by yourself.

Sometimes, it's okay, it's fine, and it's okay to be okay, it's okay to feel fine.

Sometimes is the only time no one knows what will happen, but you will know what to do.
Written by no one
Nov 2019 · 58
The Real Me
Keiri Nov 2019
Try and find a poem on my page
Who wasn't written by heart
That falls appart or doesn't know how to start.

Try to find a word in my life that didn't mean a thing, that felt like just a fling or just herds of words collided on Bing!

Search me a letter that didn't feel or kneel upon my souls whose whole has a seal of my real.

Search me a backspace where I didn't cry, or where I tried to deny my endless colourless sky.

Seek a reason not to read me, I beg you. I will be pleading my readings t'ill the end of time. So I'll be needing you, heeding me, feeding me, reading me t'ill there are no words left. I need the theft, to steal me. So you would heal me. Please, even try to feel me. This is the real me.
Nov 2019 · 177
Keiri Nov 2019
When in despair.
Things aren't fair.
Nobody will care.
You don't have spare.
Nothing you can bear.
Don't know how to wear,
This nervous's pair.
Waiting to aware.

And finally cuts your hair.
new me new life... again, lots of mes, lots of lives...  I happen to ***** up alot
Nov 2019 · 455
Red and Blue
Keiri Nov 2019
An artists life is blue
When its mind is red

A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.

A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good

A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.

A world can be square
and a line can be straight.

It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.

Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red

Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.
Me in a neverending smiling depression. A class clown on the outside, dead on the inside, a mess in the mind, broken in my heart... but no time to feel bad, because life goes on, bills have to be paid and no one cares about how much time you need, so you pretend to be fine
Nov 2019 · 88
Keiri Nov 2019
You held me close to you
You were real, pure and true

I couldn't cross the street alone
You loved me through skin and bone

I wasn't allowed to bike to school
Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool

You held my hand a little too tight
Until I wanted to escape with all my might

And then you let go
I was free, was I though?

I could finally prove who I was!
That I was strong, not made of glass

I wanted to prove my independancy
To outdo ever single tendency

Graduate, live all alone at last
But... everything got ruined past

I forgot just this one little detail
Something that daily made me pale

Being able to do things alone
doesn't necessarily make you grown

It means you're always by your own
It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone

I begged you to help me, to love the source
And like a prince on a white horse

There you were at the rescue
But the damage was due

How adult I was, I was still a child
Prince, you dropped me back in the wild

And wild it was, it broke my soul
All I wanted was for you to see my hoal

I asked it her oncemore
My pure, silver core

Begged to take me back
At minimums I was back on deck

We fought everyday for stupid things
Yet you still expected those tight clings

We fought and we yelled
You held me tighly, I relled

And alone I am still to this day
Who can offer me love to stay?

Can't you be my mother again
I'm begging you now and when

But you turn me down at every sight
Alone I am, to the world I'll fight
Keiri - written by Keiri
A little biography
My little biography
Nov 2019 · 49
Shades in the Fields
Keiri Nov 2019
Sing the song of the broken
Reap the words of the hurt
Silently dead awoken
A crow's beak around a bird

Dance the weather of the storm
Cry the rains who tremble
The crops who creepily form
A true horror's assemble

Play the tides of the depressed
Laugh the sounds of the undead
Guess the impossible unguessed
Take my only love's fed

Hear me roar and mumbles of hunger
Drink the blood of my mind
Hear the anger in the thunder
I am nowhere to find
Nov 2019 · 60
Change of Heart Sonnet
Keiri Nov 2019
Please hide, I will moan my fears and my cries
Even I see, sight is my victory
Fear is what cost me my horrible lies
Darkness is what draws you in my story

Lies have granted me where I am today
I am not me nor I am either you
Deceive is but only my first sur name
I will always regret the force of "true"

But, when I met you in my loathing heart
The light upon your gleaming silver tongue
In my play of pleasure you get your part
Born anew my new life will start from young

It is your light that lights my sour small soul
Heal me, help me, save me, that shall be all
What is a sonnet:
- 14 lines.
- Rhymes. The most common is the Shakespearean rhyme scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
- Meter. Most commonly iambic pentameter. Beginners may count out 10 syllables per line. Real iambic pentameter means five unstressed-stressed units (dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM dah DUM): “shall I comPARE thee TO a SUMmer’s DAY?” Each unit may be two syllables, but not always, (“it BRILliantly SOARED”). More on meter here.
- A subject and a turn. Most commonly a sonnet will have a focused subject that is explored in the first eight lines, then there will be a shift or turn in the poem that sheds new light on the subject. In Shakespeare’s famous “Sonnet 18” someone’s beauty is compared to a summer’s day in the first eight lines and then the poem shifts to the immortality granted to beauty by poetry.
Nov 2019 · 571
The prayer (Haiku)
Keiri Nov 2019
Hear the forests cry.
The leaves who tell their own rhymes.
Only to forget.
A Haiku is:
Be three lines of five syllables, seven syllables, and five syllables.
Contain a nature or seasonal reference.
Be in the present tense (swims rather than swam).
Be subtle and observational.
Contain some sort of twist in the third line.
Not worry about rhyming.
Nov 2019 · 259
Keiri Nov 2019
Speak the language of the dead
Watch me as I die to speak
Hear me cry the things I said
Pray for me on the words I seek

I’ve lost and I’ve found
I’ve mourned and I’ve been bound
Hear not just my words but my sound
Find me inches below the ground

Speak to me from the side of the living
Hear me as I say my goodbyes
The world has offered me a good bidding
But the world has hidden me the lies

I’ve lived and I’ve died
I’ve cheered and I’ve sighed
I’ve been both follower and guide
I haven't been long by your side

On your shoulders I shall rest
For my heart failed you
I have tried my best
So you have seen me through
Oct 2019 · 186
Dragonfly Wings
Keiri Oct 2019
I'm speaking to you but you're not there.
Believing in science truly leaves a scare.

I feel stupid for not letting go of my immoral behaviour,
But I just cannot help it, there is no saviour!

After losing you, speaking to you seems lost.
It pains me to dissagree what she thinks.
I do not believe in the paths you say you'd cross.
I see you everywhere, in the dragonfly's wings.

But the wings are silent.

It's hurtful to know the future.
It's easy to lie there's more.
I miss the times of nurture,
Where it's easy to believe a lore.

Flap away, the wings take the beast a sway.
The dragon sais goodbye,
It wings pushes effort to fly.

I may have put believe on a jinx.
But in my heart and mind,
There are Dragonfly's wings.
So beautiful, one of a kind.
Today's a hard day, the deathday of Dragonfly, I still miss you, I won't forget you. You know I don't believe, but in case I'm wrong, please come knock my door, it's Halloween, a ghost wouldn't be out of place now...
Oct 2019 · 73
The Truth
Keiri Oct 2019
I stand here naked in the crowd
A spotlight hits me where I'm proud.
I'll flash the skin of my bones
I will cry to you! Hear my moans!

I will come clean in the open field
Remove my mask and lower my shield
Oh please, shoot me in my roots.
Bleed me! Throw me off my boots.

I am but only a human being.
For it's not just the lies I'm not seeing.
Refuse to be more than I'm capable of.
There is no such thing as peace, fly off, dove!
I have lied, I have deceived.
I have hated and I have grieved.

But I am only mortal.
Imperfect human and fertil.
A beast of the many.
Proud of inventing the penny.

I stand here telling the truth!
The elder, the grown and the youth!
We are but a brink of humanity!
Already through our sanity!

Hit me with your words which shall not be spoken...
I hope, I dearly hope, I'm not alone who feels awoken.
Here the world will grand a token.
For my fellow who are broken,
Accept we are but only human,
Yet human we shall be...
Oct 2019 · 142
Mink in the Neck
Keiri Oct 2019
I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Leave a hundred paws unprint
Have dozens of nights awoken
Smell the singular wind

I will see the invisible, and touch the nothing
I shall be irresistable, with what you have to bring

Yours I shall become, your neck is my future
My teeth do no harm, your words are a murmur

Regardez-moi, Tu me vois!
C'est moi tu portes, ma vie, ma joy.
Pourquoi ma vie tu t'en fous pas?
Pourquoi tu choisis quoi je sera?

Regardez-moi, Tu me vois!
Alors, n'ecoute pas

C'est ma vie vous avez pris
Pas des personnes s'entendent mes cris

Qui méconnaît mes pleurs
Qui tue mes freres et soeurs?

Regardez-moi, si tu t'en fous
Je suis la vison autour ta cou.

Maar het doet je niets, je hoort me niet
Je ziet het bloed niet dat je vergiet
Je hoort en spreekt en ziet en luistert
Alle leugens die je voor me verduisterd

Je doet me pijn, weet je dat
Al is het iets dat je snel vergat

Al zie je niets als je me draagt
Al weet je niets als men je vraagt

daremonai ga watashi no gengo wo hanashimasen
demo kono ate watashi no atama ha ten ni iko

to watashi no karada ha anata no issho ni aru darou.
shin ha kowai deshou.

Watashi ha anata no fuku koto ni naranai.
Dakara sore koto ni kawatte shimasu kudasai

Shin ha totemo kowai desu.

Spreche die sprache der toten
Wer hat mich leben angeboten
Von mirh zu stelen?
Ist Daß nicht elend?

neden beni seviyorsun musun?
beni öldürüyorsun
Şans sen veriyorum
sevgi giyebilirsin musun?
beni öldürmüyorsan

For I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Look at me. you see me!
Even though you lie to me
I refuse to be yours!

Speak the language of the dead
You can't wear love to **** it.
I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Leave a hundred paws unprint
Have dozens of nights awoken
Smell the singular wind
I will see the invisible, and touch the nothing
I shall be irresistable, with what you have to bring
Yours I shall become, your neck is my future
My teeth do no harm, your words are a murmur
French part:
Look at me, you see me!
It's me you wear, my life, my joy.
Why don't you care about me?
Why do you choose who I'll become?
Look at me, you see me!
Yet, you don't listen.
It's my life you took,
and nobody hears me cry.
Who will ignore my tears,
who killed my brothers and sisters?
Look at me, even if you don’t care
I am the mink in your neck
Dutch part:
But you don’t care, you don’t listen
You can’t aknowledge the blood you spilled
You hear and speak and see and listen
Only the lies that you kept in the dark for me
You are hurting me, did you know?
Even though you forgot it just so.
Even though you can’t see, if you wear me.
Even though you can’t answer when we plead.
Japanese part:
Nobody speaks my words
But I turn my head to the heavens
And my body will stay with you
Death fears me
I refuse to become your clothing
So please, do something
German part:
Speak the language of the dead
Who offered me this life?
To steal from me?
Isn’t that just miserable?
Turkish part:
Why do you love me?
If you are killing me?
I will give you a chance, but
Is love something you can wear?
Only, if you don’t **** me for it!
For I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Look at me. you see me!
Even though you lie to me
I refuse to be yours!
Speak the language of the dead
You can't wear love to **** it.
Keiri Oct 2019
Who stands by me now I face the demon?
Who will be beside me now I cannot see the sun?

Now my strength is dropping, my courage is stopping, who's here to pass me the gun?

I do not remember climbing this mountain on my own.
Everyone I had are now suddenly gone.

Who will aid me slaughtering this giant demon?
Who will drag my limbs back to the sun?
Who stands by me, now this fight has begun?

Where are you! Yes you! Who knows my pleads too well.
Where were you at the ringing of the drums and the bell.

Why leave me on the top of the mountain, why leave me ready to die.
Where are you now I'm standing this high.
Why did you leave without saying goodbye.
Ready to see my dead body even try.

Where are you now I'm about to give in.
Who will stop me to surrender?
Who will see me step in,
the demon's fury, so hot and tender.
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Oct 2019 · 129
Autour ta cou
Keiri Oct 2019
Regardez-moi, Tu me vois!
C'est moi tu portes, ma vie, ma joie.
Pourquoi ma vie tu t'en fous pas?
Pourquoi tu choisis quoi je sera?

Regardez-moi, moi tu vois!
Alors, tu n'ecoutes pas
C'est ma vie vous avez pris
Pas des personnes s'entendent mes cris

Qui méconnaît mes pleurs
Qui tue mes freres et soeurs?

Regardez-moi, si tu t'en fous
Je suis la vison autour ta cou.
A poem I prepared for a achool art project which I will present before the jury in December. (I'm studying to become an art teacher). My theme will be "mink in the neck", and will be about slaughtering animals for fashion as a sole purpose... I will present paintings which show the insides of minks and shows what cruelty there still is in the fashion and fur factory. I will also wear my sleeping lazy ferret Draco around my neck as a scarf at the exhibit, #fur is prettier when it's alive
Oct 2019 · 417
Change of tides
Keiri Oct 2019
By the skies of humanity
The endless waves of shame
The concept of artificial sanity
Am I playing only a game?

Straying while staying in the stage with so much stakes on my tray while I train on standing straight.

Breathing in my dreams while dreaming about breathing.

Shuddering at the promising sun cooling my thoughts, warming my body on the idea of a cold winter.

The ashes of my sins sweeping swiftly like world's first snow. I close my eyes, for darkness is the only world I would know.

Opened at last, my tired eyes witnessed the elegant cherry blossom before me.
Strong and proud the flowerpetals fall. Along with my sins, heaps of ashes into a mountain of grey and pink.

By the mother of my generation.
I shall stand by your side.
The epidemic of our nation,
Will hit us all worldwide.

There is no war fiercer, than a war within ourselves.
First poem in months, I kinda missed it, throwing those words out and just getting things out of my system... Sorry for following ''last poem ever'' with a new poem, I **** at quitting ;)
Sep 2019 · 135
Last poem... ever
Keiri Sep 2019
Now that I'm awake, I once again realised what I've lost.
I guess I'm just used to being used around and tossed.

If you can make mistakes, but I can't...
I just keep wondering who really is my friend.

Now that I'm sober, I can finally see them appart.
Those who dropped me when things got hard.

Those who are still near me even though I made a fuss.
All aline, an empty line, no one cares thus...

All alone an empty world with only those who are near.
Forced to care by blood or court, I'm seeing so clear.

Am I so difficult to love, in moments of despair.
With come and go perspective, I just don't think it's fair.

All those who read this might understand.
For this last poem, is for all those who denied my hand.

All alone at last, I will finally give up on you.
For I am human, nothing more, no one understands me too.

For this last poem I will walk alone, awake my rust.
For it will be hard for me to ever, ever gain more trust.
Awaking from my depression, noticing that in my moment of weakness, I rise alone. All left me in my worst period, all dropped me in my biggest moment of need... I do not believe in people anymore
Aug 2019 · 263
The End (Tanka)
Keiri Aug 2019
Lonely at the end.
Where will I go from this path?
Empty trees with shade

There is no beginning here.
We'll have only sad endings.
5 lines
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Aug 2019 · 200
Help me (Haiku)
Keiri Aug 2019
Drown me in the pond.
Purify my saddened soul.
Forgive my darkness.
5 - 7 - 5 Syllables
Aug 2019 · 259
War of Mind
Keiri Aug 2019
A sweet charismatic wave of colour emerges,
into my empty soulless mind.
Carefull not to leak the notorious oiling spill of darkness,
that penetrates the thought and reverse myself to the futile point of the being I was.

It'll erase the peacefull love and war among myself.
It'll dominate me, and revolve my subtle urges to force myself to a slumber which will never be awoken.

Don't spill the darkness that spoils my mind and rots my roots into a meaningless void of emptyness.
Spare me such accommodation which will hassle me out of my trusted habitat and free my soul only to be replaced by an horrid entity.

Maintain my cloud of unknowing and protect me, from the sinister depts this world has yet to offer.
Aug 2019 · 213
A dark silver lining
Keiri Aug 2019
Soft pillows of feathers.
Brush my face with ease.
For just a moment nothing matters.
For a minute, my worries seize.

Sheets wave like the oceans.
Cover me and cuddle me.
Such an unexpected nuance.
Just enjoy being free.

I really needed this break.
This still moment of nothingness.
But now I'm back for my own sake.
And I finally got to confess.

I notice that with being alive again.
And my body finally standing on its own.
There was a cost I payed for my zen.
Chaos emerged, while I was all alone.

Even though I didn't move for a while.
All my problems are awaiting on a pile.
Every cloud has a silver lining, but a cloud that nearly dragged you down into the depts of the deep... It's silver linings are not easily felt... If you're depressed and not capable of doing everything, but the world moves on with or without you... You feel alot of pressure after awaking your well needed rest... a pressure that might cause a burnout or a depression that'll get you in an endless circle
Aug 2019 · 123
What If...
Keiri Aug 2019
I can't ask him to set his dream aside for me,
But I'm curious at what his answer would be.

I wonder if he would've gotten me out if my ditch.
If he could've shown me a way out of the pitch.

I wouldn't trade my dream for him.
I can't ask him to be with me on a whim.

Though I keep wondering what would happen if,
and only if, he would stand with me right now...

Would I still be pouring my eyes out over all this sorrow?
Aug 2019 · 243
Simple Beauty
Keiri Aug 2019
Simple beauty is often complicated.
One who tries too hard isn't pretty.
But where exacly is it stated.
What defines beauty?

One is appealing to the eye.
But can be rotten inside.
It can all be one big lie.
One doesn't care and doesn't try.

One can be visually unappealing.
But a beauty within.
In the end, that one would win.
But one is sad, it's a sin.

Simple beauty is simple and short.
True and honest, yet humble.
One cares and repells the wrong sort.
It's the one that'll make you stumble.
Aug 2019 · 150
Gorgious grass
Keiri Aug 2019
Gorgious grass fills my unending world illuminated by the suns.
The suns that seized the darkness.
The pink skies that got to unfold as the sounds of guns.
The red horizon promising more emptiness.

The craziness of the blue fogs that obscure my thoughts and choke my words.
The words of the power that emerges from the depts of the deep.
As the hearted suns met by the pure and helps me with sorts.
I finally feel the green shower that surges to help me steep.
Aug 2019 · 207
Don't live once
Keiri Aug 2019
Help me get up from this sleep.
I didn't notice falling so deep.
I'm affraid to hear ''his'' reap.
I'm not ready yet, hear me wheep!

I don't want to end this way.
Keep death just a little at bay.
I will make it worth, just let me stay.
I know I have wasted every year and day.

I just fell.
But I'm not affraid of falling anymore.
Don't live once, a reflective poem about wasting my life by making it my own. The only way a person lives beyond dying, is by leaving something behind. This self reflecting poem is therefore my way of saying I'm not ready to waste my life, but it's so hard to leave something behind. I want to mean something, but I keep falling, and one day, I will not fear death anymore.
Aug 2019 · 452
Keiri Aug 2019
Look at me in the mirror.
Help me see a little clearer.
Draw me just a little nearer.
Like me a bit more dearer.

Look at me and love me.
Love who I want to be.
Just squeeze your eyes and try to see.
The unnoticable beauty.

But it's no use.
The girl in the mirror dissaproves anyway.
How can one love someone who cannot love oneself.
Aug 2019 · 219
The Beauty of Darkness
Keiri Aug 2019
Bubbling in the oceans deep.
This is where I sleep.
Greeted by the white shark.
As he gently dissapears in the dark.

Charmed by the massive whale.
Who reunites with his female.
My fingertips streak the ocean's floor.
Nice and warmed by the earth's core.

Streaking over the lonely anemone.
To find out he was never alone.
Cuddled by shellfish.
I never wanted to seem selfish.

It all seems like a dream.
Gently flowing with the stream.
In the end it's just how I feel.
But for me, it'll always be real.
The beauty of darkness, and cherishing lonelyness. Accepting the events and understanding the consequences, however dark they may seem. Life is a chain of action and reaction, and only acceptation will get us out of the never-ending circles.
Aug 2019 · 422
Keiri Aug 2019
Everybody tells you from the moment you're born.
When you grow up, do what you're best at.
But honestly, I could've sworn.
That I never intended to be a brat.

Everybody tells you to keep your dreams real.
To not expect fairytales to be true.
So I always made it a big deal.
To push my dream and pull me through.

Everybody tells you to live your dream.
The bodies I walked over.
Even though I heard them scream.
I closed my ears, I wasn't sober.

Everybody tells you to believe in what you can do.
But what fruits could I ever bring?
What have I ever done for you?
All I could ever be is dissapointing.
I am only a dissapointment :/
Aug 2019 · 1000
I'll get there, you'll see
Keiri Aug 2019
It wasn't an impossible goal.
But I did give it all of my soul.

I wanted to be a teacher.
Be a duller, rules abiding preacher.

I saw me with glasses, and my hair in a dot.
Proudly presented in the hallways I'd trot

Everyone would see me and assume
What an ancomplished woman I presume

I wanted a simple house with children and a dog.
In my classroom, I would endlessly monologue.

I'd have two children I'd teach everything myself.
There'd be a successful book I wrote on every shelf.

That was my idea of success.
Before it all became a mess.

However I still truly believe.
I'll get over all this grieve.

And still make it work.
Without meeting another ****.

That took all away from me.
I'll get there, you'll see!
This litterly is my life in a nutshell
Aug 2019 · 1.8k
Flying over Education
Keiri Aug 2019
Just above the endless sky,
Beyond the clouds we fly.
Among the air as a whole.
I nearly lose my soul.

Lost in thought my head goes off.
In the distance I hear a cough.
If only it could wake me now.
I move my face and frown my brow.

A little bird flying by.
I wave and said it "hi".
She looked at me and flew me past.
I didn't want to see the last.

Opening my eyes I see my class.
I should pay attention to pass.
But only a minute or two I tried.
And back I was in my evening glide.
This poem is about not being able to focus your attention, and accidentally drifting off while important things are being said or done. It took me a while before I could controll my "daydreaming" in class, and it sure did ruin alot of classes for me in the past.
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