I want to write a poem
that brings the girl
with the stone eyes
to tears
that will melt away
her barrier of misery
like a butter mint
in the mouth

I want to write a poem
that gives the man with
permanent frown lines
and worn leather skin
a sparkle in his eye
and fulfillment in his breath

I want to write a poem
that makes the heartbeat
a little bit louder
or softer
or stronger
or momentarily
skip

I want to write a poem
that allures people into
staying up until 4 am
searching for others alike
that will give them
the same kind of clarity
in this very cloudy world

-kk

It helps me
It’s hard for me to admit
It calms me
Even if for only a little bit
It takes me
Away from all the pain and disgust
It changes me
Lost all feelings of trust
It numbs me
Everything inside I keep
It frightens me
Might lose control, might cut too deep
It hurts me
Tears dripping down where I lay
It helps me
But also kills me and bleeds all love away

It is three years ago now that the boy first saw the girl;
She had smiled at him and he melted for the very first time.
He thought her eyes looked like caramel and her freckles like little sprinkles on her cheek.
She thought she could lay forever in the folds of his chest and that his hands were as soft as flour.
The boy realized he used to be frozen and he felt himself thaw each time his fingers graced her leg.
The girl told herself that if she could just stay locked in his eyes she’d make it through.

It is one year ago now that they questioned their relationship;
The girl felt loneliness in each breath she took.
He thought being apart may be good for the two but still kept a framed picture of her at his bedside.
She thought the last time they spoke he’d been too quiet and wondered if she should go knock at his door.
The boy loved the girl and felt himself ache with missing her what she used to be; what was she doing right at this moment?
The girl loved the boy and lost herself in the confusion of it all; what was he doing right this at moment?

It is a month ago now that the boy and the girl went separate ways;
Not a day goes by that they don’t think of one another.
He thought that the girl became too engulfed in her sadness and hated himself for not being able to kiss it all away.
She thought he no longer loved her and cried more than she ever thought a person could cry.
The boy realized that his love lacked the strength to patch up the cracks that blew through her and even himself.
The girl hollowed out but knew it would be okay because sometimes affection and sadness are romanticized in all the ways that make love a staggering piece false hope.
And oh, did they hope.

there are two full cycles of the seasons
and three summers
between us
i'd like to think that when i see you,
there won't be silence
but i have learned from the second spring
that there will be nothing but
a hello, how are you
or a when did you get into town?
to commemorate the winter
we spent together
two full cycles of the seasons ago.

Imagine a freedom out there
Touching the sky and fly high
Running trough the fields of flower
And dancing under the falling leafs
Enjoying the cool morning breeze
And the freshness of the flow river

Freedom live me up
Refreshing my soul and tired body
Relieve stress and bring peace to my heart
And heal my strengh

I wish someday…
I can get thoose freedom
I want to free From this cage bars of pressure
One day…