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 Apr 2016 kellkaym
Scot Powers
Fool them all each day it seems
double life bursting at the seams
straddle the line life or death
keep it going never going to rest

feels so good when your on the edge
climbing higher
never enough I said
all the lies that you've told before
don't matter when your cold on the floor

You bought a one way ticket
a one way ticket
you bought  a one way ticket
down

meet the dealer out back again
stained reality always there
you can taste it feel it in your gut
euphoric rush fills your soul with rot

Feels so good when your on the edge
climbing higher never enough I said
all the lies that you've told before
don't matter when your cold on the floor

you bought a one way ticket
a one way ticket
you bought a one way ticket down
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
ARI
Winter
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
ARI
I stand sadly by my window
Watching as winter once again
Claims all that surrounds me

I once loved this season
Of icy snow, wool socks,
And fires to keep me warm

But now I dread stepping outside
For I know I will never again
See your footprints next to mine
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
Carolin
The cold and the rain.
The beauty of you
shivering through your
jeans as you stand and
freeze while the breeze
makes its way across
your fleshy cheeks. Making
you cold to the knees leaving
me wanting to take a
picture and keep it in a
golden frame with your
name. A fork a knife and
a cinnobon roll shared
with your wife. How much
exciting can this life turn
out to be. You treat me like
a queen bumble bee. The
honey drops from your
voice while you tell me words
of love and how that you
gave your all to me. I laugh i
smile and stare into your
eyes for a while. This is not
a dream this is reality.
Feeling light and free as a
pretty coloured feather you
manage to make me. Thanks
for existing and making me
so **** happy as i write
down this love in the form
of poetry* ~
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
Dougie Simps
(Heart beats)

What does it all mean actually? Love.
The thing that we all chase, feel, abuse, anticipate and yearn for.
No money can buy its power. No fortune teller can predict when it may happen. We seem to be in denial about it. Some of us have it and forget about it, like an old pair of shoes that we were once excited about but now just look at as something that once gave us this amazing feeling...only to fade and be thrown away. Why do we just forget and throw it away? Why does that excitement fade? Where does it go? Is it instilled in us as people to naturally get rid of what once made us feel good? Maybe it's the distraction of others? or the tarnish over time?
I have no idea. I try not to ask. I've been fooled by my heart so many times that I have no idea what my mind even thinks when encountered by the fury of love, the captive eye of its emotions. "We were young" "No good thing last forever" "I don't know what happened?" The excuses. They never match up like the wrong pieces we try to force into the puzzle. Why do we try to make it fit? Why is love so complicated? And why is it so abused? "I love you"... "do you?" We say in our head...self consciously...because trust is an issue. But we instead say "I love you, too" to help break our fall. Falling helplessly hoping to grab something to stop us from breaking, shattering like a piece of glass and love was the hand that couldn't handle us...so they let it go to break. "I'm sorry"...are you? Because you once said "I love you" are you just saying things to help yourself of your dazed condition? Are you just a malicious heart seeker? Do you still "love" me? Or was this all a dream? That's what love is right? A dream... A moment, a thought, a figment of ones imagination, sleeping for hope, only to wake up and realize it was never real. I pray the idea of love changes like all does over time. I hope it becomes more of an art form and not a skill. There is a difference. The art form is created off a skill but the art form isn't something you practice...it's something you internally create and lasts a lifetime. Others see the art form and get inspired to want, do the same...or so we hope.
Love isn't extinct...it's not fading...it's not to be forgotten. It's just stopped being created. It's not being treated right...it's being abused and forced to do what it wasn't placed here to. So I ask again. "What does love mean?" "Why is it still being abused?" Will its art form be remembered...if it dies?

What is love...
(Beeps start to slow down)
why'd you take it from me...
(Beeps slow down)
What is...
(Flatlined)
*What
          Is
               Love?
This isn't a poem. It's a writing. I'm expressing my ideas of love. What's yours?
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
lil j
handcuffs
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
lil j
the hardest part was realizing I still loved you. I spent months washing you out with bottles of whisky and could still taste your chapstick on my tongue. somehow the burning in my throat wasn't the liquor but it was your name reaching for a way out. maybe it came from the way that I noticed your socks weren't matching and your eyes were dark with circles again. it never made sense to me, you never made sense to me. I could go days without a smoke but the second I heard your name I was half way through a dart that smelt just like you. no matter how many packs I bought each smelled more and more like you than the last, the sweet pine you carried so ******* well. I tried sleeping with my socks on but couldn't bare it. you couldn't stand your socks on. I couldn't stand to ******* breathe because it kept reminding me of the soft hum that leaves your chest when you're asleep. you were my second love but my first real love and I can't get away from you. you're in every ******* light bulb and coffee mug, how am I supposed to move on when you won't let me stop loving you in the first place? I've found you in every new lover I've tried out and maybe that's why each night is more lonely than the last. you have her open legs and I have an open casket but we always knew you had a thing for a quick fix.
i missed your skin when you were east,
yearned for your touch as we slept under the same stars
and yet you were miles and an ocean away from feeling
my hands touch yours and my mouth love your lips
as we both looked at the same moon at different times,
and i felt cold raindrops hit my face while you
watched as apple blossoms glittered in the sun;
you studied words written long before our time
and called me late at night to whisper flowing stanzas
of iloveyous that were smoke in the blackness of a room
while i listened and we both pretended not to hear my tears
become stains on a pillowcase that did not feel like mine
(for the absence of your scent on it, and because it was not).
at day, i surrounded myself with things that could not be further
from everything you loved, if only to not think of your smile.
i swung scalpels like heavy swords in an eternal war
against the cruel sisters who had chosen to separate us,
as if the miles between us were their scissors to our pieces of string;
and i calculated numbers that told me people's fate
while remembering how you always hated mathematics.
your words were like balsam to my soul, the way i hoped
i could one day be for everyone, and you always
seemed to suffer so much less than me, because i did not know
of the tears you shed after putting down your phone.
you missed my lips while i dreamt of you at night,
and as the atlantic roared between us, i thought how
fitting it was that tears are made of saltwater.
the inspiration series is this thing where i take lines from songs that inexplicably mean so much to me and write a poem with them, to maybe find out why - or at least a little more about myself. somehow, i ended up knowing exactly who this is about, and i guess they mean more to me than i ever thought. (in reality, he went west.)
 Mar 2016 kellkaym
ᗺᗷ
I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.

As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.

It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.

Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.

I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.
Sometimes
things don't
end with thunderous applause,
or even with a bang.
Because,
Some endings,
aren't proper endings
at all.
Sometimes,
all explanation
is heard in the absence
of words.
But I've learned
to decipher
the silence.
You called me today you probably thought I didn't want to talk
Because I was short and hung up fast
But the sound of your voice took me back to old times
It also made me realize that we can never be how we used to be
That the past is just that and there is no future between us
Your voice still gave me butterflies
My heart started racing like it used to
I wonder what it felt like for you to hear my voice again
And what you thought when I didn't text you back
I didn't do it to be cruel to you or because I didn't want to talk
I did it because I can't handle the sweet sound of your voice
Something so familiar and something I used to call home
Ive worked so hard to get over you
And I can't let all that be wasted just because I hear your voice
You know just how to use your words to get back in my heart
I can't go back to that just to be left again
Just to have to start healing myself again
Because you won't be back for long
It will go back to unanswered messages and missed calls
And I can't shed another tear for you
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