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 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Aspen
it's been hard to
sleep since you
gouged out the
hearts in my eyes
and replaced them
with waves of tears
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Ciarra
Artist
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Ciarra
They looked at her
With disgust in their eyes.
"She's an artist" they said
But she could not disguise,
The pain she dealt with
Every night at home.

Her mother was working
And her father wasn't involved,
She kept slipping away to the voices,
Listening to their every sound.

And then he came.

He looked at every imperfection,
And saw the beauty in her.
He admired every piece if artwork,
By paint brush and blade.
She never failed to impress a crowd,
By people or demons.

But, not all stories have a happy ending.
For he left,
And so did she.
Pain, Pain go away...
Come back another day.
You see my smile,
so go away.

My heart is pounding,
my soul is lifted.
Energy rushes through my veins,
and heart.

No need for pain,
no need today.
Standing up to you is
piece of cake.

So off you go,
as I stay.
Happy and calm for the rest of
the day.

No need for pain, no need
for doubt.
Let the happiness and glee
sprout.
Dedicate to those in a rough patch.
Please stay strong.
They drip,
they drop.
They escape our eyes,
as ourselves release it.

Tears carry your feelings,
of
fear,
sadness,
cheerful,
and
stress.

As we release these tears,
we become better.
The feelings become greater,
or clear.

The tears are like carries,
they collect all the hurt and pain,
or happiness.
And escape your eyes making you feel
better.

As they escape your heart feels clear,
as does your mind.
A smile appears on your face
slowly.

As all your feelings disappeared,
through a simple tear drop.
Kind of another random poem.
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
bcg poetry
I smile softly as I listen to you tell the story about last Halloween for the third time. The laughter you exude every time you get to the punchline of the story makes me giggle along with you. I never got to meet the friends in the story, but I know you miss them, so I watch you reminisce about the days you used to be content because I always embrace that grin on your face. The pain you're in is always in the back of my mind, so I listen to you tell the story about last Halloween for the third time.

-bcg (anyway i can help bring you happiness, i will)
Who can say just what it is,
That has me on my knees.
Be it you or me...
Or the ghosts of yesteryear.

It's beyond all frame of thought,
Just why I'd be so weak.
Be it rapture or pain...
Or the memories of you.

Even still...
I crawl away.
Even still...
I cannot stop.
Though the past may be behind me,
A new ending yet awaits.
And so...
I crawl away...
And so...
I cannot stop.

For who can say just what it is,
That I'll crawl from come next year.
I've said in moments of darkness that we cope with that pain because the mystery of what new pain awaits is more intriguing than nothingness. Thought I'd play with that concept in a free verse piece.
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Bra-Tee
Kontrol
 Jan 2015 Kate Irons
Bra-Tee
Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!

My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.

Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.

Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.

Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!

Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.

Stop exposing my weakness!

You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!

Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.

In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!
I think I'm too much obsessed with perfection .
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