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Keith Strand Apr 2020
My midnight lover
dances beneath the stars

Nothing shall cover
our deepest scars

In a waltz we'll reveal
secrets only we know

All the thoughts we try to seal
will be dashed upon the snow

Give me your ugly
give me your smile

Then you'll truly know
that I'd like you to stay a while
**

KK
Keith Strand Apr 2020
Rain graces my hair
small droplets from the air

life to the world
released when clouds have swirled

we may find asylum once again
in the clouds that block

the sun from all that's been
keeping misery's stock

we may all find change
in this world so strange

perhaps for the better
or merely an unwanted letter
It's been raining a lot recently! (yay!) and lots of people from my past have been reaching out to me.

Also I've been chilling in the rain a lot lately
(I'm sad that it has to end soon :( )

**

KK
Keith Strand Mar 2020
This one's for my spark
my Hollywood sun

She's the song of a lark
with a brunette bun

A barista's style
in a coffee shop

A never ending smile
a resounding POP

A bird of paradise
flying among wires

As soon as I rise
I feel her fires
Written about the same person as the last poem.

**

KK
Keith Strand Mar 2020
I want you
and only truly you

cold as snow
you're a Chicago summer

Hot like fire
I'm a California winter

Together we're a perfect storm

We make lightning
crash in the sky above

You are my muse, unlike any other
and I will fight in Satan's ring

To prove my love
who knows, perhaps she'll see this.
Keith Strand Mar 2020
Oh today
today is my birthday!

there will be no balloons
no poppers or cake

just some time with those I love
something nobody can take

it's almost 6:00 AM
soon I'll get my alert

telling me that I should have a nice day
and maybe this time I'll listen
I just wanted to write something for my birthday. I'm 17 now!
Keith Strand Mar 2020
The AM feeling
Is always something else

Sleep's sirens sing
A story that tells

Of struggles so far away
Merely the break of day

A yawn only heard by me
Not for another to see

My secret respite
So alone but I don't care

Here there is nothing to fight
This is a time and place so rare.
written at 12:36 AM while listening to some good music
Keith Strand Mar 2020
Golden like the sun
and beholden to none

We should've danced
around the graveyard

But I pranced
into the wrong yard

Now it burns
molten amber in my veins

As a fool learns
that death holds the reins

And smells smoky pine
as he claims to be fine
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