hkr - Hello Poetry

hkr Dec 2015

truth

have you ever told a lie so many times
you start to believe
it?
i'm trying to unlearn my own *******
but the stories i've told
feel truer than the truth

hkr Dec 2015

the morning after

her ribcage is filled with
flowers
but they are
dead, dead, dead.

hkr Dec 2015

news

they asked me what i wanted the headline of my life to be
at a time when it took everything in me
to keep my name out of the obituaries.

hkr Dec 2015

bad, bad, bad

i'm starting to get bad again
and i'm scared --
-- not to get bad,
but because
i want to.

it's so much easier to let myself go down than to keep my balance.

hkr Dec 2015

art and war p. 2

i drew a picture of you and
branded my name
on your ***

hkr Dec 2015

art and war

my father was a curator
and my mother sold guns
under their roof we made
art and war.

hkr Dec 2015

relocating

i was used to it:
the settling, unsettling
but never settling in
never settling down.