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kaycog Jun 2019
marred by the ocean my attention drifts
rage reverberating in tension shifts
black ice to fill my heart
connecting body parts
I'm on a different plane

two suns
her eyes set the room ablaze
Jun 2019 · 131
hours in the afternon
kaycog Jun 2019
the paint is peeling
but magic runs up the walls
a cubed room is spinning
my body flips as I'm face up with the hall
May 2019 · 100
snow cones
kaycog May 2019
I arrived like the moon on the rind of golden hour
the sweet aroma of honeysuckles coating the air
heavily released through May's warm breath
the sun declined
adding a thick amber layer to the hazy spring eve as it drifted
refusing to answer the infinite call of flowers wafting in the breeze
May 2019 · 183
burnout
kaycog May 2019
If I took down the moments around me
in words or with fists
challengers would no doubt arise
May 2019 · 463
how the evergreens grow
kaycog May 2019
you can train the trees he says
as a pair of garden shears take hold
and snip the lengthened limbs that stretch toward the house
guided not in
but up and out
the branches will follow
and I stand eyes fixed up from below
arms raised high above my head to steady the ladder
his feet find balance in
and I wonder
what would have happened if those synapses hadn’t been pruned?
would the evergreens still grow or reach new heights
had they not been subject to their sapling surroundings and watchful eye of the gardener?
what would I become if left up to nature's desire
unaffected by the calculated, planned attendance of the caretaker
would that fate still take root?
May 2019 · 850
flashlight
kaycog May 2019
I won't ever ask for more
complaining, saltwater bitterness I will endure
Have you met me?
observe such a pretty face
cares not for creatures but reflections
that smile back with the warmth of a star struck harpy
blessed to shine another flashlight on an award winning blaze
Apr 2019 · 240
page turner
kaycog Apr 2019
darling, you are lovely
call me your bird
and I'll parrot back to you sweet nothings
that reinforce your radiance
with the rapid fire beat of my fluttering heart and wings
Apr 2019 · 117
polite society
kaycog Apr 2019
wrought iron spiral stair cases
kisses in the rain
ivy tendrils climb stone walls
potted Terracotta line the balcony
song birds sweep love in a summer breeze
a weathered violin sings its response
stars twinkle like string lights hung from the moon
floating rose petals fight gravity
in a tranquil budding storm
blooming surroundings become static
to thoughts and actions
nimble limbs name the only movement makers
but for dynamic art in this pastel piece
of stillness
at the secret garden ball
Apr 2019 · 235
Living life
kaycog Apr 2019
Forgetting there was a time before one existed proves how self-centered we have become
Mar 2019 · 177
Straps
kaycog Mar 2019
Sometimes when I’m feeling alone
I like to sit in my car with the seatbelt on
Because it makes me feel safe to know there’s something to keep me in place
When there’s no one to wrap their arms around me instead
kaycog Mar 2019
i wonder if i run my fingers through my hair one more time if it will all fall out
I worry, will it be caused by stress or the aftermath of its effects?
turn my head
watch me crane my neck
self conscious nape tugs
my attention is nudged
don't stop
don't drop anything
roll forward like a steam engine
my head is spiraling off track
down the nerves of my spinal cord
prioritize high priorities
of a thousand column long list of
number one importance
to progress does not mean progress
alas, I digress
Mar 2019 · 107
foxes
kaycog Mar 2019
round silver rimmed frames fogged over
the intensity of a moment
he doesn't even see me
I am the moment
no longer am I a body among the masses
but a void, a whisper of a form
progression to salt rattled hair
plastered sweaty wet faces
painted in a scene of indie rock perfection
of a warm yellow button down over graphic tee print
shadowed against a black box
an icon crossing the length of the floor
two feet up this legend towers over me
the same unknown artist first to break the venue
then the chasm's sound barrier
He doesn't register my essence as he spits prophesy and misery
onto my lips
I taste his pain, his liquid energy
a romantic disgusting moment
shrill rages unbeknownst to him
I watch this fire breather feed smoke to a weathered metal trumpet
in between verses
his lyrics make love in the chambers of my heart
yet
a boy yawns as this man confesses devotion to the dark through a solo moment of past misery and heart break
it is messy and beaten
battered and degraded
together I stand not a foot away
close enough to kiss the microphone cord that dangles my face
toying with my nose in a way verse seems to surpass
we point back in agreement to every word he gifts us
agony never felt so comfortable
kaycog Mar 2019
he says
to the midnight curtain above
but I just stare
onward and upward
at the lone tree top in the foreground of
the Blue Ridge skyline
laughing in its majesty
a lingering effect of the sun's disappearing act
I think its absurd
but maybe even more so that
I had never jumped in a car
down the highway racing the moon
to park in a field
and listen to the gurgling waterfall we were too late to hike up
so instead we stopped
and climbed on top of the car's hood
sharing a plaid sleeping bag
warmer than any other blanket I've felt
headlights catch my breath warmed by cocoa
but if I'm surrounded by stars that shine so bright I can see our smiles lit up
then who cares if I never see the sun again
I'll fall asleep on the car ride back and wake up to another night
Feb 2019 · 111
perfect score
kaycog Feb 2019
one hundred percent
single chopstick and two eggs
funny visual
Jan 2019 · 452
Daffodil
kaycog Jan 2019
I saw a lonely daffodil
Growing just across the street
I climbed an oak high until
The sky changed into ground below
kaycog Dec 2018
Love is water
Commonly found
Often filled with saltiness
Essential to life
Those who have it
Never long for it
Those who don’t
Die of thirst
Too much can **** you
You can’t hold on too tight
or it slips from your grasp
And critics say
love is fire
This.
Dec 2018 · 88
Soulless
kaycog Dec 2018
Captivating
Humanity cages beauty
Birthing limitations from dawn’s first breath
Enclosing the soul within a body
Holding it close
Calling it life
freedom limited to the jurisdiction of bone
Trapped from retiring to the spirt realm
Instead to play homemaker in a decaying compact
Glimpsing out the windows
The eyes are the windows to the soul
Dec 2018 · 155
A lesson in writing
kaycog Dec 2018
college applications asked for essays on a single word
my sister chose "is" and I forgot
I wonder which word would have led to my acceptance

described as smart, witty, sharp
Mrs. Hobbs said to never use "very" as an adverb
she was very right.
Dec 2018 · 212
dead lines
kaycog Dec 2018
I've got dead lines
thoughts that scare me half to death
lined with silver
strange to think that I'll be dead
lined with the years wrinkling my face and skin
Dec 2018 · 198
It’s in the small stuff
kaycog Dec 2018
I miss the buzz of staying up late
not being lonely
but unable to drift off to anything other than thoughts of you
when I woke up with a smile on hectic days
of 8AM classes and long work shifts
enough to know I'd get ten minutes in your company
hiding within your confidence
I miss knowing what it was like to be treasured
getting home late after hours on the couch
learning every ounce of you
captured in my memories
I've never smiled so much
as I did in those photos
where everywhere was ours
before custody battles for secret places
I consciously avoid
attitudes that I know are long forgotten
will I ever hold something tangible again?
instead of coffee thoughts with no one to share them with
breakfast in a corner booth, lunch and dinner too
in bed at a reasonable time
wasting hours on my phone
no new notifications, not from you
not from anyone
I'll just keep on scrolling
looking at new suggestions never willing to admit to desperation through the act of a leftward swipe.
Dec 2018 · 104
rearranged everyday
kaycog Dec 2018
I'm fighting with myself
chaos encompassing all those around
caught in my mess
who cares anyway
take a breath
and live
another day
or week
or month
replay the same mistakes I've made
maybe I'll start with a smile
perhaps a new approach
to these same problems
I find within myself
but that's just how it goes
and goes and goes and goes
all wrong
until it spins out of control
and I have new wreckage
with out of date technology and techniques to help out
Dec 2018 · 878
abstract dreamer
kaycog Dec 2018
She falls asleep
with make up pressed from eyes, and lips, and skin
transferring to a pillow
lashes upon her being
lacking its protectionist layer
file a lawsuit
missing it’s case
she didn't care

(How much can it hold?)
Lawyers won’t take
chances on a basket case
And parents follow suit
She only woke twice that night
In case you want to know
abstract dreamers can't take form
when visionaries lock them in silent nights
Suit yourselves
kaycog Dec 2018
I am lying in my bed
Popcorn ceiling above my eyes
Sitting in on private thoughts
Not meant for me to know
And I feel pain and I feel heartbreak
Though none is for myself
I shouldn’t be here
in my room
Catching late night conversations
Shared between two who know love
I’ve never discovered
In two weeks they’ll never sleep alone
I guess I will
My role a witness
Present behind headphones
I dare not turn the music off
Nov 2018 · 355
I love you, November
kaycog Nov 2018
blood moon in the distance
drinking cider by the courthouse
blowing out the speakers and the candles
I wish it all away
with the autumn leaves
I leave in winter
Nov 2018 · 111
Live in our strengths
kaycog Nov 2018
In terms of ideologies
and personal philosophies
I find myself lacking
Critical talents born of creation
Leaving me in space
Without A North Star direction
To hang upon my sky
Forcing me to navigate without a proper guide
I seem to disappear in a world not mine to hide
kaycog Nov 2018
A paradox of choice
I feel inspired, if not lost to total isolation
moments spent wandering overcome those of wondering
I'm only me eight hours to the day
my options dwindle as accomplishments grow
Oct 2018 · 239
afternoon hours on the quad
kaycog Oct 2018
everybody visits.
come
sit
join me under the breezeway
isn't the sunset lovely?
stay for a while, I'll pull up an extra chair
lazy smiles
Sunday vibes
our feet kicked up and arms thrown back
they beam
"Oh, I could stay here forever!"
but they don't
and the sun progressively dips
reclining behind our vantage point
the other side of the mountains
and they go to follow it
Leaving me with the dusk and my thoughts until the next day comes with it’s slew of visitors
Oct 2018 · 123
In the waiting
kaycog Oct 2018
After an hour in we make it up to the cashier
and she tells us how pretty we look
and I get to smile and say thank you we just came from church
but what she doesn’t know
is that it was the first time in weeks we went to our precious Weekend service
but nothing registers beyond the pastel colored dresses of our Sunday best
Sep 2018 · 176
VP
kaycog Sep 2018
VP
evening talk in waves
crashing moods and casualties
side tracked back to me
Sep 2018 · 130
coffee thoughts
kaycog Sep 2018
The last little bit of a latte is just straight syrup. It’s sickeningly sweet, and yet, it’s my favorite part.
kaycog Sep 2018
I just want you to know that someone loves me, even if it isn’t me right now.
Sep 2018 · 232
Welcome to the Neighborhood
kaycog Sep 2018
she's yelling in the bathroom
irrelevant complaints, conversations in full bloom
my ears are bleeding
I'm surprised the neighbors can't hear my head screaming
eyes open to singing, music pouring in through the cracked door
I swear, six more months, I won't be able to take it anymore
Sep 2018 · 628
Maybe
kaycog Sep 2018
I think we'll be okay
she talks to me
I look at her
I close my eyes
I hold my breath
she's by my side
I exhale and she's still there
Sep 2018 · 159
Judy's Car
kaycog Sep 2018
Margo was a car.
a Tahoe from Texas
and I felt at ease
whether asleep in the backseat
or playing DJ from the front
home was always changing
but I felt comfort in different states
and always alone.
kaycog Sep 2018
his isolation was over-won by desperation
and he couldn't fit in, instead to conform
he tried to stand out
the outcast, alone.

they laughed, the feared, they snickered
"I'm going to drop kick him," one said
a mouth once full of praise now
barring teeth that housed a two-sided tongue.
Sep 2018 · 593
Would you introduce me?
kaycog Sep 2018
I, Your mountain girl
Upon a hilltop
a maid of many names and labels
One called me trouble
A temporary placard
It changed three months past
My identity remained
Solitary moments I defined
A single characteristic
Of my entire being
Podcast girl of sorts
This is her
Never me
kaycog Aug 2018
I'd tell you about the day I found myself
but to this year I’m still looking
my skills are better suited for finding four leaf clovers in the valley
I know what you'd tell me
you'd think I would have better luck by now
instead I'm left with a pile of mutated weeds and a disheartened mentality.
Aug 2018 · 145
How to fake importance
kaycog Aug 2018
Make your own meaning
Still never really changing
Cliches inspire
kaycog Aug 2018
I wear sunglasses during thunderstorms in a vain attempt to protest the weather
I might as well be colorblind for the way I see the world
Snapping photos with no understanding of shutter speed and lenses yet still capturing it all
It’s a lie when I tell you I’m quiet and I really just like listening as you talk
I care but without telling stories of my own the love is never really there
At times I fold in on myself
But when you truly see me, I am vibrant in my efforts
Though tragically living
for the attention of strangers
I will move for your affection
jump with a flick of your wrist and fall at the jolt of your chin to the beat
Enthralled in a hopeless attempt at rhythm but I will dance and swing because I love it and then debate my independence or selftitled complacence
Walk the rope of possibilities not a choice but a misstep to guide my momentum into whatever chapter comes next
Scared of silly things like truck drivers or dying or whatever
Thinking outside the box is hard when you spend your days in a room full of cubes
I find my creativity stifled by the human need for sleep and yet here I am giving 50 percent at everything all the time never less, BE MORE
That’s not quite enough, but hey, it’s a start
kaycog Jul 2018
I’m too busy to feel sad
but then the weekend comes
and I’m surrounded by the people
who love me the most
and suddenly I am alone
with my thoughts
which are far too loud
Jul 2018 · 155
Ten days reunited
kaycog Jul 2018
To set the stage let’s set the table
Pan in on the family dinner scene
Add elevator music to the backdrop
Still more personal than conversations
Cue the pointed aroma of burned potatoes
And raw steaks that weren’t left out long enough to thaw
Yet somehow still warmer than the glares being cast behind water glasses
Please, join us
We invite you to take a look
At a family so close they don’t need to speak at all
Peer in through the window at the four figures basked in dim evening light
Aren’t they pretty?
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