When we realize that beauty is not skin deep

That pain goes far beyond cuts and bruises

That there are other ways to see the world besides just with our eyes

That trust is the hardest thing to give and break

That" love " is not just a word, but a way to live

That in order to heal another, we must first heal

We can finally begin to understand ourselves


Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved

As I lay myself to bed
Monsters roam my head
Thoughts run ramped

No disregard
To morn
Slumber hides away

Heart pounds like a drum
Light will greet before
Dreams come

My aching head
My sorrowing heart
My glistening eyes

The question
Why
The answer

Silent as the new moon
Death has no voice
Life has no answers

Tic tock, tick tok
Times up
On life's clock


Copyright©2015 Kelly Chase
All Rights Reserved

Sometimes I have to remind myself
that just because the years have changed
it doesn't mean
the person has

The mind creates a world in which it controls what is right and what is wrong.
It executes the punishments and doles them out freely.
It refuses to acknowledge the unraveling of itself.
Like yarn, threading throughout itself in a tangled mess.
Knotted up until no longer light can be seen.
It sits behind a nest of cotton.

Bear in mind there is nothing that can usurp it from its throne.
The mind heeds no rules or regulations and without hesitation it will turn the most heinous of realities into a commonplace find.
There is nothing like that which can make light out of fog and spread plagued whispers throughout its own successes.
Tirelessly it works to reach a state at which it must work no longer.
A state at which it can finally and utterly be recompensed with what it has decided it needs.

There is no such state.

What soothes the tattered remains and gives it peace?

There are no ultimatums for me
Just sick gray’s and dull knives