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 Mar 2021 Sara Kellie
Rich Hues
That broken gait,                
That croo-
       Ked spine,
The insanity
We seek in rhyme
Is no poetic quest,                
          No Holy Grail
But a Quasimodic
               Fairy tale
And freedom from                     
The *******'s curse:
The ugly form
That is...
Blank verse.
A ditty about the dotty.
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
megan
family
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
megan
i used to sit on the staircase and listen to the fighting, the yelling, the blaming

i used to pray that they could find happiness

so when they decided, i said to myself that it’s better this way

but suddenly my whole life was packed in boxes and i had two rooms in two different houses with two parents who fell out of love
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
megan
party
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
megan
empty bottles everywhere
awkward glances and longing stares
you’ve caught my eye, i can’t look away
makes me want to know your name


but i carry on sipping my drink
and try to dance with the music in sync
desperately trying to look cool
and pretending I haven’t noticed you
Unfocused and lazy
Tired and vision hazy
Somehow they never see
Who you could be
You’re too strong
You’ve waited too long

Now all you do
Is just to get through
You cant seem to think
And thoughts always sink
Into the black of your mind
Harder and harder to find

Caffeine running fast
The high doesn’t last
Slowly slowing down
Just starting to drown
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
Kafka Joint
Briefly,
We were gorgeous.
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
basil
you call me creative
but my mind is the place
dreams go to die

they embark on a quest to impart me with
gold stained teeth that smile with some kind of weight

but they drown soaked in the ash
of too many stale apologies and
late night '*******'s screamed at the sky
so hollow they ring on their own

i'm so tired of pretending my words have meaning
but the only things bouncing in my skull are the nightmares
that survived me

so i don't go to sleep
**** this. **** me. i hATE me, bruh. lmaoo.
 Dec 2020 Sara Kellie
Rich Hues
A winter walk
In winter time,
Your fingers weave
And wind with mine,
A den of thieves,
As our hearts float,
In the pocket
Of my duffle
Coat.
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