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Kelly Roland May 2013
helium balloon
im all filled up
with every blow
i feel my insides
bouncing off one another
eager to escape
growing
no slowing
only a matter of time
keep blowing
ignore the silent unease
of knowing
that your going
too far
and that
soon I will be free
and
It wont be too long
til
I
Pop
528 · Apr 2013
thoughts
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
hot wax settles
on soft cool hands
we shield ourselves from the wind
with rifts of incense as our armor
leaves us feeling warmer
but that trickle ran to your sleeve
you broke the moment
say you've only had that jacket for a week
you return from your cursing
with hopes of reprieve
silences uncomfortable
he could be there
or not
either way its fine
knows that he enjoys something about me
but doesnt seem to mind
doesnt really care
about it
or anything at all
which is fine
for late nights by the light house
or the living room floor
say we explore
but i wouldnt call it that
its nothing like
staring at the stars
on an abandoned trampoline
wondering who we are
who we cold be
you tell me things about me
im too afraid to see
biking at 5 a.m
skim right by that bus
staring in your eyes
and not being sure of
the feeling i get
so its dismissed
like the bell at 2:30
i see you everytime
locker next to mine
you reach and I decline
but maybe not this time
said id give it a chance
but i ran away
before we could dance
under those tell-tale stars
515 · Dec 2014
Untitled
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
497 · May 2013
slip
Kelly Roland May 2013
on the sandy shore
belly to the floor
sand slips through my fingers
without a thought

under tented sheets
music so discreet
consciousness slips
through my lids
497 · Apr 2013
fire goddess
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
incense lay in a bag
colors claim sandal wood and musk
but they may as well have no color coated tip
for i reach in and I pick
with eyes closed
the one that i feel can hold
my mind afloat in the seas of dreams
dont want to know which one it is
prefer to let it choose me
and take me away
in swirls of white
that light
my journey through a soulful sleep
the scent is tranquil leaving my lips sweet
and as the smoke fills my eyes
closes them softly, induces my mind
with images of a world so wide and real
a place to know just how to feel
awake now
with the shutting
of heavy fluttering eyes
breaking me from sleep
496 · Jun 2013
Going to sleep armed
Kelly Roland Jun 2013
like a dream
the beauty of this world seems
so alive
tangible and wild
just as it should be
But the alarm of a distant reality
conventionality
rings steady
and strong
i try my best to fight on
to ignore flickering eyes
glued to
blue screens
thoughts teem
eyes stream
i know  this means
so much more
494 · May 2013
clouded eyes
Kelly Roland May 2013
Whoever said
confidence is ****
  must have never felt the pull
of a strangers eyes
  that never quite meet yours
479 · May 2013
Devreux
Kelly Roland May 2013
you breathed me in
on a cold november night
you showed me what its like to live
under the pale moonlight
hours of tag
played between
two sets of eyes
brought us here
well, there
and looking back
I wonder how it ever passed by
your words flowed
to the wavelength of my mind
time stopped
I am full
but now
im used to
the sequence of time
your mind is slipping further from mine
already has left here
or there
472 · Jun 2013
.
Kelly Roland Jun 2013
.
your tongue rots
behind iron teeth
of ridicule and blasphemy
but ive never seen a smile
more enchanting
or inviting
458 · May 2013
Get the Hell out of Dodge
Kelly Roland May 2013
The shoot out is over
guns layed down
one staked out his home
the other left town
a long walk ahead
but a deep hole behind
climbed up from the bottom
in just enough time
for the sand storm is coming
and the pistol-smoke is still fresh
he's leaving undercover
sand soon to cover his steps
454 · May 2013
Electra
Kelly Roland May 2013
stolen kisses
swings and misses
like the lost Pleiad
not all stars are meant to shine
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
If we fully embraced
that with each day
each tragedy
each heartbreak
each bad taste
each mistake
made us a new person
think of who we'd be..
425 · Dec 2014
Glimpse
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
420 · Jun 2014
cradle comforts
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
414 · Apr 2013
buried treasure
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
the smoke rose in the air
job is done
   new day had begun
she left him in the sand
soft hands
no shame
his blood traces her chest
time for a new name
new game
  covering her steps
she heads out west
412 · Apr 2013
Trebor
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
Wet rain kisses
Hot ground
Breaking the silence
Steam rises
Evaporating the tension
I look into your eyes
Deep brown
My palm urges
To stroke your cheek
Curl your hair
Round my fingers
The tension between us could be broken
Should be broken
Waiting on the skies above
To open up
And let the steam
Sink into my pores
Open my eyes
To yours
Please don't give up
351 · Apr 2013
Turn off the TV
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
is there ignorance in bliss?
or is there bliss in not letting
one define the other
250 · Apr 2013
Untitled
Kelly Roland Apr 2013
a kiss planted on my collar bones
                    roots spread far
and out they come
    tip of my tongue

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