KekoaJ

Mar 2015

Tara

Untitled

A wild goose chase
At a faster pace
I thought it will be easy
I sound little crazy

Unfelt emotions
A tide in the ocean
A dropped pin
An Unavoidable sin

The Bell Jar and The Broken Wings
Will only make me cling
Too near too far
There is a shooting star
I wish upon it
No it is not a myth

This is not the end
Because you are just a friend

Mar 2015

My name is a lie

Introversion

I could so easily
become a Hermit.
Push the World away,
shed obligation,
Never Truly touch
another Human.

But I am burdened
with Duty.
I am Cursed
to Care.

Mar 2015

Kay

I Called It Beautiful.

I wanted bones.
I wanted stick thin wrists and jutting shoulder blades.
I wanted ribcage ladders leading to a faltering heart.

I wanted to die-
But I called it something else.
I called it perfect body.

I called it finally confident,
I called it happy and
They called it sick.

I challenged them with "willpower"
and they threw back "nine months to live if you keep this up."

Old and unfinished, maybe someday.

#society #beauty #eatingdisorder #anorexia #ed #ednos

Mar 2015

Sam Lopez

Intoxication

I'm over the limit.
It's not okay for me to drive.

You see I've bit it.
I've bit the dust and I'm barely alive.

You see I'm intoxicated.
Drunk on your atmosphere.

A lot higher than I anticipated.
I can almost see you through the smoke but it's still not very clear.

I drink your tears and I'm addicted.
As if they're a life giving elixir.

And here I used to think mine would never fall,
But do you see the trails they burn?

My lungs yearn for your breath.
And my lips, oh they crave your skin.

Do you remember how I used to swim in your hair?
And take naps in your eyes?

Oh, babe, can we just take a moment?

Babe, can we just steal a moment and live in it?

KekoaJ Mar 2015

I am here because...?

I am writing because
I have this thing where I must always be moving.
My feet My hands My eyes.
Something.

I am writing here because I need some way of telling you how I feel.
A way to tell you why I wish for the things I long for.

I am writing here to tell you, Universe, God or anything in between…
That I am…Tired.

I am so tired of being tired.
I grow tired of the constant confusion of my purpose, my meaning.

“You’re beautiful”… but I don’t feel it.
“ You’re remarkable and intelligent” … but my body begs to differ.

I know I am not special when I ask why I cannot see the things others claim to see.

I can’t be the only one..

Feb 2015

MereCat

Cinderella

Lay not your glass slippers
Upon the stairs
For I am too infatuated
With the stars
To chase a girl
Who runs from them.

#stars #fairytale #night #princess

KekoaJ Feb 2015

If I could

If i could just be
All of the things I pretend to be
Then every little thing
Would be just fine.

The "i" isn't capitalized.
purposely.
If it were... it would be a lie.
For i am not big and tall.
Truthfully i am
smaller than the chances of me
being all of the things i want to be.

and that's microscopic.