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 Aug 2014 Kelly K
Juneau
With the things that we know now,
and the knowledge we've lost.
you say things are better,
but what was the cost?

If knowledge is power,
then why are we weak?
Who's really in charge here?
Is the answer I seek.

We've become so corrupt,
conditioned with lies.
We watch our world suffer,
yet we can't close our eyes.

but there may be hope,
in my life time at least.
the wheels of Industry,
should be dead; deceased.

The banks will fall first,
and then comes the war.
But the sun will rise again,
out of the blood and the gore.

We will rebuild our homes,
only this time by hand.
No more machines,
will be made in this land.

It is not too late,
we can always restart.
rebuild nations a new,
but this time we'll be smart.
May 2, 2012
Tenth
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
Arjun Chopra
This photograph of yours
Is all I have
And it's all I'll ever want
For it is more than I bargained for

Like a deep sea diver
You've broken through the surface
Of my being.
The ripples won't fade away

Our consciousness brushes against each other
It's ethereal

Our gazes meet each other from across the room
It feels like we're half a world away

It could have been a day at the beach
Or a midnight stroll
But for the life of me
I can't remember

And it doesn't bother me
For the memory of you
Is etched in my mind
And that's all I need

This song the band played, when I met your gaze
Is all I have
And all I'll ever want
For it's much more than I bargained for.
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
Jh
Fear
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
Jh
I did not know love
Until your scent drenched my pillow.
I never knew how it felt to drown
Until you left me choking on your name.
Unable to find comfort in your sweater,
The only tangible piece of you left behind.
You were never bound to me
And I never asked you to be
But the way you spoke the words
"good morning"
Once made me betray god daily;
Singing praises of the way
Your fingertips used to greet my spine.
I no longer fear the monster under my bed
I only fear seeing you in a grocery store
Years later,
And the possibility of you telling me
You do not remember me.
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
Lani Foronda
Is waiting
For an answer
When you ought to be sleeping.
The Hardest Part
Is waking up
When you should be dreaming.
The Hardest Part
Is smiling
When you feel like crying.
The Hardest Part
Is giving up
When you want to keep trying.
December 1, 2012
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
ryann
forgetful
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
ryann
i've half a glass of wine
out of the previous ten
that i'd bet against all of your
empty promises
that you haven't thought of me yet
today
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
ryann
invasion
 Aug 2014 Kelly K
ryann
Drops of liking
spatter the roof,
oozing their way
through every  

crack to the room
littered with chipped
China teacups, frying
pans, and flower pots

scattered on nightstands,
mantels, and worn
Turkish rugs, desperate to

gather the bits of
affection that might
someday add up to love.
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