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 Oct 2014 Kelly Anne
Genma J
I am not broken anymore.
I am not the shadow
Waiting for the body
To wrestle me to the ground
And tether me to shore.
I am not broken anymore.

I am not fragile anymore.
I poke and bite and hit
And hiss when you provoke me
And purr when you stroke me.
I am not fragile anymore.

I am not waiting anymore
I run when there’s open
Ground, and I scream
Into empty wind, and I
Live in this body, and
I am not vacant anymore.

You do not live in me anymore.
Your words cannot hurt me
Your fists cannot reach me
And your soul may lie in pieces
On a stranger’s ***** bathroom floor –
But I do not live there anymore.

I am not broken
I am not damaged
I am not unlovable
Anymore
And your fists do not
Caress me, and your
Insults do not
****** me, and I do not
Thank them for contact
Anymore.

I am not yours
Anymore.
You can no longer make
Me bleed,
And the funniest thing
About losing my Home is
I keep finding Home
In me.
 Oct 2014 Kelly Anne
Genma J
You have galaxies in an iris and
Constellations lining the
Curvatures of your palms but
You count the steady stream of
Craters left on the hardened shelter
Of volcanic rock holding
Your bleeding heart together –
And you call yourself defective.
You forget the courage of the
Soft tissue that dares to beat and
Bleed molten hot passion
And love from a core
That dares to keep churning
While the fists keep flying
And scarring.
You abhor the marks
And the memory of
Wasted muscle on a skeletal frame
And you call yourself broken.
But I marvel at the broken pieces
How they shine with the light of a
Dying star, and your eyes
That glow, not with the white-hot hatred
Of a nuclear blast
But with the electric florescence of
An expanding sun.
You are
Light, and you are
Power, and you are
Fragments
Of the skeleton you were
With a million universes on your fingertips
And a billion lives on your tongue.

*(Be big.
Expand.
Take up space in
His arms and
Your head, and I promise:
One day the world will
Stop filling your core with
Negativity, and you’ll
Supernovae.
And you’ll be beautiful.)
To anyone who feels like cosmic dust: you are nothing if not the most brilliant Light.  And you are beautiful.
 Oct 2014 Kelly Anne
Genma J
1.
I am most happy
When I am with you
When I see myself in the
Reason behind your smile
And I don’t think
I can ever go back
To writing words I’ll never say
On damp loose leaf
When it’s so much easier
To say them to you.

2.
I envy you.
I envy your passion,
That insatiable drive
To achieve and to do
When I cannot muster
The energy, most days, to smile or laugh
Unless I do them with you.

3.
I hate crushes and
Broken
Down
Sentences
In lieu of
Poetry
They always
Leave me
Wanting more.

4.
I am afraid of
Love,
Heights,
And Infinity,
And I was born on
The edge of someone else’s
Steady decline into
Collapse.
And I only recently learned
That
f
a
   l
    l
      i
       n
         g

Does not have to mean
Fall
      ing…

Fall
       ing…

Fall
       ing…


Forever.

5.
I meant to
Mispronounce that word.
I like when your eyes
Take stock in me
And still like what they see.

6.
I have this bad habit
Of counting down time
And counting down the
Six...
...Five...
...Four...
...Three ...
...Two...
...One more day!!!!!!
Until I see you again.

7.
I would stop at seven
Reasons why I’m thinking of you, but
Sometimes it’s unlucky
And I never gamble on
The stars in the sky
Or naming truths in the lie
Or on something as sweet as
The possibilities of you and
Me.

8.
I still believe one day
You will realize she
Was all you ever needed
And she will have
Softer words and a
Smoother tongue
And you will wake up
With her hair fanned out
On the chest I once used
In place of a pillow
And you will only
Think of me on rainy days
When you feel as melancholy
As the girl that once had
Dreams in her eyes and
Your world in her hands.
You will sip your coffee and
Longingly reflect on
Where the time has gone.

9.
I would love to
Buy dishes with you
And argue over
Who used the last fork
Or plate. Or spoon.
It would be my honor
To
f
a
   l
     l

Into the normal
With you.

10.
There will come a day when
These words will count time
Like I count the steps
From your heart to
Mine.
The person who inspired this is definitely one of my safe places.
To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war
 Sep 2014 Kelly Anne
A
Autumn
 Sep 2014 Kelly Anne
A
I can't wait for
hot cocoa and
long sleeves.

For jumping
in piles
of fallen leaves.

For friday night
football and
warm bonfires

For staying up late
and never getting tired

For stargazing
in the crisp
autumn air

For keeping my
ears warm
with my hair.

I can't wait
for things
to get better.
i was told to write a happy poem
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