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Kelly Roland Dec 2014
in the mist
lay wake to harboured secrets
like legends of a distant shore
but without the heroine
and lacking in proper plot
development
without need for
a rising action
and falling blind to a gasping
******
leaves breadth for
raw discretion
at an indiscreet source
who found the confounded treasure
and upheaved it
from
the hiding
fort
Kelly Roland Dec 2014
you look
like me
I've seen that expression on
my own face
had similar tastes
I've felt as small
id given it all
and struggled
for breath beneath
a darker shade of eyes
you an i
no,
we're not much different
Kelly Roland Jun 2014
and they say
   shes so brave
and they say
  shes so strong
but  do they not know
shes afraid?
confused?
between right, and wrong?
every rock stone and pebble
along the way
is vanishing out of her sight
shes kicking up the dirt
just so she can choke
on the taste of something familiar
but taste buds change
and these learnings wont stay the same
and it feels like
heartbreak, hunger, pain
i want to cry
like a little babe, to be nurtered and loved
cared
but this time
it is not the hand of my mother, caressing my body
i cry to the wind i feed by the moon
sleep by the fire thats setting my world to rune
i long for the womb, of water and warmth
maybe there ill transform
bathed in the salts
and tears of
this earth
surrround
drown
unground
                  r e b i r t h
Kelly Roland Jun 2014
shes got every color woven into her soul
the depths she can go, with her eyes
are untold. one moment shes bright, the next she is cold
shes just as much silver as she is gold
her needles are small, and some of them thin, but shes got a few as well
that hurt going in
shes pain-free but carries the pains of the world in the cushion of her heart, where the pins call home.
shell mend any soul, corrupted or blessed
she doesnt care, if youre poor or well dressed, she goes without rest, always a next, to serve
i always felt but never knew, in totality
this work that she does
i remember once she tried to construe, an image for me,
"I'm a chameleon"' she said, "It's what I do"
right then i knew, how deep her workings went. shell hold your hand and follow you to hell, just to bring you to heaven
shecame into my dream, i ran for her my soul screaming, for her embrace
i found you
without needing to look
i burried my face. in your soft brown hair. people were staring, but with smiles in their eyes.
i hugged you SO tight
we fell to the floor, collapsing into our laughter
you looked at me, with that shade  of your eyes, i know is only for me , you saw my tattered dress, you tightened the seams,
and told me I was beautiful...
and for thefirst time ever,
i believe
Kelly Roland Jun 2014
Magnificently
strong, with a softness
of succulent papaya
and the rose petals
paying homage
in the bird bath
loud, with a
silence that moves time
and space
laced into the universe
strategically placed
to spark
a reaction
the latest attraction is on the
way
scattered across the world
we lay
rested and ready
to rise
to the challenge
or peel back the film
of today's afflictions
tomorrows predictions
to reveal,
to surpass the restrictions
to break what
    needs fixing
Kelly Roland Feb 2014
Electric star shining by day
Come night, she'll surely tuck her self away
within the folds of a torn trench coat
Layered deeply beneath hidden pockets
Withholding all the gems of the universe
Much too modest to twinkle and wink
At wide-eyed watchers from down below
In their eyes screams the pain, and echoes the pleas
Through countless wishes and requests
For miracles.. for beginning anew
Her coat pockets are deep but not many
And these precious gems
Are few and rare
Only the song of the full moon, can draw her into the darkness
where shell tuck into a little  corner
of the blanketed stars
Electric star, sheds her cloak
To come gaze at the moon
face shining of wishes and hope
Kelly Roland Oct 2013
lost in a strange world
  only sense we can find
Is in peering through the keyholes
Of locked doors
we bang our fists
and spread the spark
hoping its sent down wind
setting smoke to the answers within
were drawnto the fire
like moths to a flame
Unwilling to be tamed
by the safety belt of the world
smoke seeps from the lock
and we inhale deep
ravenous for
the taste of something
real
the burn we feel
goes undetected
among the drowning men
In this shallow pool
Of lukewarm genuinity
and over-chlorinated sincerity
but we breath the fumes in
with a whole new strength
we break down the door
unleash the deamons
begging for more
than this
unless
we become one
With the fears,
we become none
so we rise with the deamons
and we rise up
above the conscience
dont give a ****
because we never could fit
Within the boundaries
Of a newborn dying man
these unatainable boundaries
never could never will never can
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