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kaycog Jun 2018
you've done nothing.
you write.
you draw.
you waste time.

no,

I craft emotions into words others can experience
I move feelings into visuals brought to life through my own hands
I create.

...but where does any of that get me?
You've accomplished nothing.

"That's a great side hobby"
"As long as you aren't thinking about doing that for a living"
"Don't compare yourself to others"
"She's sooo talented"
SO to a certain professor for that lovely quote that messed me up for months
kaycog May 2018
floating little bodies of restless energies
sugar bound
half-crazed still beating wings
only visible in vibrations
timid to the world they're caged in
a tiny flutter heart
I find myself wanting
but since they clearly do, what can you say about me?
kaycog May 2018
Take a sip
Lean back casually
Open arms
Lazy smile of warm complacency
Allow eyes to dance captivating
Enough to cloak the cracks to the left
Focus on my pleasantries
If I pay them no mind it will be enough
Outsiders drift attention
No no no don’t look behind the curtain
Ask me another question I don’t care enough to craft a real answer
Two ears for a reason
conversations to follow
Face forward failing to distract
Another church scene ruined
The crowd thins
Voices of hysteria rise
Broken
Judgement
Take another sip
I’ve lost count
kaycog May 2018
To the guy who forgot me and the guy who can’t get seem to forget:

You aren’t relevant just because I write about you
kaycog May 2018
They smell intentionality on my skin
******* it’s way into relevancy
kaycog May 2018
The bathroom smells like bleach
It romanced my skin
Now my hands bear memory
Sterilized kisses linger on my fingertips
I still can’t forget
kaycog May 2018
I stare at an empty ceiling
because I gave him mine with the stars
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