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Dec 2013 · 494
Another Year is over
Kelly Selvester Dec 2013
Another year has come and gone,
Your also year older (but don't tell anyone).
Take what is past and throw it to the wind,
What's done is done, a new cycle begins.
Embrace each moment with a hidden gem inside,
As in days to come who knows what you might find.
Although some storms may blow,
And fires may go out,
You hold the key now,
So never shut it out.
Dec 2013 · 605
Festive thoughts
Kelly Selvester Dec 2013
Merry Christmas one and all,
I hope you all have a ball.
Enjoy the spirit of festive cheer,
That only comes once a year.
And so now switch on your tree lights,
As soon it will again be night.
Do not overindulge on the turkey this year,
Think of the extra weight you've to clear.
Open your gifts, all special to you,
As you are very special too.
I hope all your wishes and dreams come true,
But for now, I bid you all adieu.
Feb 2013 · 2.6k
"A cheeky little smile"...
Kelly Selvester Feb 2013
In the depths of this despair,
Comes a glimmer of shinning hope,
As memories floor that emptiness,
And feelings gather, hard to cope.
The cold hardness softens,
And love bubbles gently afloat,
As ticking clocks start to stop,
Through years of lost notes.
"A cheeky little smile",
That's what you wrote,
As we sat there apart,
Easily your best quote.
But those days have gone,
All seem so now remote,
As I say goodbye to those memories,
A lump in my throat.
Nov 2012 · 635
disappear into the crowd
Kelly Selvester Nov 2012
I cannot help but wonder,
why am i here?
To do this task a million times,
for god knows how many years!
I cannot help but wonder,
as i sit and think aloud.
Why on earth did i join up,
to be abused and cursed in a muddled crowd.
I cannot help but wonder,
why do you abuse me so?
When all i do, is do as you ask,
yet you make me stoop so low.
And now i sit here and wonder, and no longer wonder aloud,
And watch my thoughts turn to stone, as i disappear into the crowd.
Nov 2012 · 543
bottomless to eternity
Kelly Selvester Nov 2012
one final push was all it took,
to turn that twisted key,
that unlocks the hole that i now jump into,
bottomless to eternity
Oct 2012 · 1.1k
I miss you
Kelly Selvester Oct 2012
A million more miles couldn't fill this space I feel.
Alone, cold, and afraid. I miss you.
It seems like another year passes by instead of a day before I see you again.
Counting down those long nights, that restless sleep.
If I could cross the space of the Earth for you I would.
I would never not do anything for you.
No matter how many brick walls I hurl too,
No matter how many drinks to sleep I must swallow,
I miss you. And await the long day to see you once more.
Sep 2012 · 1.2k
Hollowness of home
Kelly Selvester Sep 2012
The emptiness of the page can grow far and wide.
As far as the road grows further away from home.
That sweet air that only freedom knows.
The battering weather a fruitful reminder of home.
Echoing hollowness in my chest, reminders of longing.
Home. A place of peace. A place where you live.
Sep 2012 · 823
Heart of broken glass
Kelly Selvester Sep 2012
Like a ball of glass, being thrown by children,
The heart can take so much.
The small child that is always stuck in the middle,
Strangely familiar, trying to take back what's theirs.
Wild eyed, fearful,
Wishing they hadn't brought it out into the playground.
The big bullies laugh gleefully, menacingly,
Growing like shadows on a stormy night.
Intimidating, misunderstood,
Always knowing the laugh is never on them.
Then the vultures of gold, phones and hair extensions,
Feasting on the ugly duckling through their masks of paint.
Adapting, leering,
The chain where you are always the weakest link.
But that person who throws the stone,
Releasing the heart from the ice tomb.
Different, unique,
Your friend.
Aug 2010 · 588
These Broken Pieces
Kelly Selvester Aug 2010
Dropping a glass, its nothing much to you, only pick up the pieces and no one will ever know the damage had been done

Dropping an event, its nothing much to you, only make a few phone calls and no one will ever know your presence had never been

Dropping a call, its nothing much to you, only check a friends mood and no one will ever know you told them something

Dropping a friendship, its nothing much to you, only say a few false words and pick up another tomorrow, whilst leaving the other to pick up the glass pieces, dropping the planned happy event, desperatly waiting for that call knowing that this friendship will never be fixed, so you are left, to pick up the broken pieces
(C) Kelly Selvester
Aug 2010 · 547
Hate this place
Kelly Selvester Aug 2010
Straight and crowded are lined the walls of white decay
Through sickness and in health do we too stand here and wait
For better or worse, the latter seeming only to often
Silent and still, crowded and hushed, another wheeled by
Black demons stand shoulder to shoulder with empty hearts
Muttering those words which lift the uncompleted soul away
We think these places are here for help, not for sadness
But littering this country, there they stand, never empty
(C) Kelly Selvester
Apr 2010 · 1.4k
Vale Decem
Kelly Selvester Apr 2010
Vale Decem,
Honore res quara,
Alter altera,
Vale Decem,
Vale Decem,
Vale Stragem,
Valde Temptua,
De glorio....
Vale Decem,
Vale Decet,
Honora res quara,
Alter cerna...
Grata tunc, usquera, emani,

The translation from Latin....

Farewell Ten,
Because of your honour,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
Farewell Ten,
It's well deserved,
This other one,
This other one of you,
Farewell Ten,
Farewell Carnage,
Intense trials,
Concerning pride,
Farewell Ten,
In a very proper way,
Because of your honour,
The next seperation....
....Is by force of arms,
Flow out all the way with joy,
Farewell (x12)
this is a song from doctor who, copyright of the BBC and Murray Gold
Mar 2010 · 1.4k
Dutch Courage
Kelly Selvester Mar 2010
Anyone can hold a dart and say "I challenge you" on a Friday night...
...that's mostly because that dutch courage has helped them
Anyone can hold a microphone and say "Hi" to packed-out house...
...that's mostly because that dutch courage has helped them
Anyone can hold a gun and say "Your coming with me" to a theif...
...that's mostly because that dutch courage has helped them
But one thing that not everyone can say is "I Love You"...
...and no amount of dutch courage can help you with that
(C) Kelly Selvester
Mar 2010 · 4.0k
Helping Hand
Kelly Selvester Mar 2010
Grasping hold of the glass i watched the night clock off,
Draining the paper held within my fingers,
Slipping down my throat till the tide had long gone out,
Feet tapping along with the throbing of the night.
I sit there observing that figure of male perfection,
Happy and cheerful, dancing this memorable night away,
And I stand, lowering my glass, stumble my way towards him,
Where he notices me finally, I smile, he smiles too.
I sway with him, and the others, always looking into the depths,
Losing my mind, feeling lighter than the balloons that hang freely,
And I think an uncontrolable thought, to reach out to him,
But as the moment passes, I swig another mouthful, and everything fades into nothingness.
Mar 2010 · 1.3k
Nightmares of Rumours
Kelly Selvester Mar 2010
Snake tounges rattled and hissed words of poison mechanically,
With green-eyed monsters lurking beneath their skin,
Circling the rumours of suspicion onto those of white blood,
Like a frightened rabbit in deaths doorway to car headlights fell.
The slithering tale encapsulating innocent yet friendly ears,
Smearing their venom amongst those of lowered fighters hands,
Trickling down the innocent white hart's hands,
As though regarding herself as this murderess.

Flight of fear, fighting the dark, losing, chocking, drowning,
Yet tales of talk were not in vain, but yet they failed once again,
Smearing that of lies over white walls, black onto red,
Trapping the rabbit in the snare, as though to **** it in the shell.
My friend, would you tell the old lie? To children so high,
To fall so low, by that of snakes and their hungry green-eyes.
Line 8- 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles' by Thomas Hardy
"She regarded herself in the light of a murderess"

Line 9- 'Dulce et Decorum Est' by Wilfred Owen
"He plunges at me, guttering, chocking, drowning"

Line 12- 'Julius Caesar' by William Shakespeare
"Treat him as a serpents egg, and **** him in the shell"

Line 13- 'Dulce Et Decorum Est' by Wilfred Owen
"My friend, you would not tell to children ardent for some desperate glory the old lie"
Mar 2010 · 486
Golden Lines
Kelly Selvester Mar 2010
Wandering through the thicker leaves,
Hoping the sun will break through,
Following the trail of weaving gold,
Slithering low under the waves of wood.
Splintered lines crack the rich pureness,
Fading into the dirt of solitude slumber,
Until standing in the darkness of hell
I see the bottom of the blackness inside my own head.
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Time can fly so freely when the bird tweets 'Hello',
Even then it crawls along like the snail on a bad day
But can always find it's was home even through the clouds.

I wait for yet the time to come when I sing my own song,
Nothing comes from within as yet, but my heart soars itself
As if the bird were to be inside me alone through the rain.

But yet I still wait here for the snail to quicken, faster,
But there it stays, now it doesnt come,
Another day, another year.....
(C) Kelly Selvester
Feb 2010 · 494
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Rain sprinkled lightly over the spekaled lawn,
Moping the snow from the ince fronzen lake,
Swimming the stars in the air blue breeze,
Whilst lying asunder for music to chant the birds awake.
Silly small talk echoes through the quaking stream,
Yet silent as night through the dusty panes,
Sliding through grass stained red of blood,
Sweeping over trees of life and dark.
A moments rest to follow the whispers of dreams,
They ascend higher through the life of clouds,
Whispering to the open waters of fishes amoung many,
And still it calms to peace when sun filters through.
Feb 2010 · 533
Can I Help You?
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Can I help you with that?
No, I'm fine thank you.

You don't look very fine, are you ok?
No, I'm fine thank you.

Well this weather's a bit rough, want a coffee?
No, I'm fine thank you.

Thought for a moment.....
Well if you insist......
(C) Kelly Selvester
Feb 2010 · 519
Dead Fly
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
The blue bottled fly flew trhough the window,
Just as the yellow flat swatter swung home.
The swatted fly lay gasping the fruitless air,
But chocked the lifeless cough almost at once.
(C) Kelly Selvester
Feb 2010 · 608
Fly Above Ears
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
I kept on watching the clock,
Waiting for that time to come,
Sitting in that sweet disirable room,
Hoping the end would sooner than later.
I could see the birds flying by,
The wind catching under their wings,
Soaring above the window ledge,
Casting long shadows over ground.
I wished the time to fly away too,
That friends could talk and chat again,
Gossiping the break from the work,
Always happy, always smiling.
I said something to myself,
On which strict ears heard,
And now I watch my friends joy,
From the top window.
Feb 2010 · 528
Too Cold
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
I feel the chill as I stand in the corridoor.
My skin was like ice to the warmest touch.
My hands turned blue, then an ugly purple too.
On duty they said I had to be, so what I said.
My knees knocked so hard that I couldn't stand still.
My whole body shivered with the cold air.
Now I know why no one else wanted to be there.
I wasn't allowed to wear my warm winter coat.
So I stood there, freezing, like a block of ice.
The cold was just too cold to bear.
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Through the choices that I make,
to stay in touch with those which time lost,
I must choose.

That of the friend who gave me joy.....
That of the friend who gave me happiness.....
That of the friend who gave me kindness.....
That of the friend who gave me memories.....
That of the friend who he now only sees.

On what hard stone ground must the battle be fought,
On what cause must this fight start to never end until
the one says....."It's over"?!

Jealous.....over what?!
The time I would spend, laugh and joke, is trashed by love,
On what grounds must this become the wall?

To never see a friend so fair, that through this coloud he must speak,
decide, act, choose.....
A choice unlawfully made by one over another.....
Life for a life.....
Friend over love.....
Feb 2010 · 856
Sweet Talk
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Would you like a drink? He said.....
Yes, go on then, I said.....

Would you like a dance? He said.....
Yes, go on then, I said.....

Would you like a kiss? He said.....
Yes, deffinatly, I said.....

But then I wake up on the floor.....
.....that drink was too much I think, I said

Are you ok? He said.....
.....reaches down and holds me close.....
Yes, deffinatly, I said.....
Feb 2010 · 660
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Oh.....sugar, I say to myself,
How on earth could I forget that?!
I know that sometimes everyone can forget,
But not something as important as this!
As now I stare at the clock, waiting for 5,
Then I can leave,
Leave before it's too late.....

.....Too late, the door opens, slam!
To stand too small or tall is an understatement,
As the wish to vanish becomes near impossible.
"Come with me", the cry says, towerings over all,
I follow, in silence, too small to say anything at all.
Through the door of doom they call it, or the office.
"How dare you think of this", the cry says,
"Ask to leave early on Valentines Day?"
What could I do, the flowers were whithered,
I didnt want to stay, nor to come hither.

So to you I give these flowers,
Old and whithered, you hate?
I'm so sorry, but lets forget that,
As you are still my mate.
Feb 2010 · 1.0k
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Bleak sun cowers behind clouds,
Shadowing the light of hope.
Nothing could stop it, nothing can hate it,
Only watch through the stained windows
(C) Kelly Selvester
Feb 2010 · 530
Time Froze
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
Clutch at air for water to fall,
Frozen through memories of time.
The cooling touch of horror and tears,
Fall on truth yet stay for years.
Feb 2010 · 506
I can't let you go
Kelly Selvester Feb 2010
If I could show my love for you,
It would last for years to come.

To show the love for you I give,
The whole of the summer sun.

I choose to stay silent and still,
For fear of dogs to bark.

Please don't let this sunshine fade,
I'm afraid of the dark.
Jan 2010 · 490
Choice Made Wrong
Kelly Selvester Jan 2010
To think is a gift of the Gods true,
but what is that now that your cold and blue.
Its safe they said, or so I thought,
but now I know better than to trust what I'm taught.
A wrong choice, which only would have been a mark,
but now thats a life, straight through the heart.
(C) Kelly Selvester
Jan 2010 · 424
Kelly Selvester Jan 2010
If I could say to you, one,
what would that one be?
One heart for that true one,
or one brain to think for that one?

If I could say to you, two,
what would that two be?
Two eyes for that true one,
or two ears to hear for that one?

If I could say to you, three,
what would that three be?
Three years between that true one,
or three long years of waiting for that one?
Dec 2009 · 822
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
Minds of worlds crash and spin,
distorting the believe of truth.
Right is Left to the wrong of choice,
depicting the hieroglyphics of fate.
A spider is wrong, yet the fire is right,
turn the gun, and choose, left or right?
(C) Kelly Selvester
Dec 2009 · 402
Truth of Freedom
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
I feel so small amongst the trees,
they push and **** me through the leaves.
I feel so free that I fly to my home,
only to find the tree grow there
Dec 2009 · 719
Blood on the street.....
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
At last the summer sun had disappeared, brining darkness.
The rats could sense excitement in the air amongst the cold hearts,
Rushing to their hiding place under the sewers for safety.
Moving beyond the shadows for the first time in hours
Soothed the stressed feeder, breathing in the cool air.
A different smell lingered in the air this night, a sweeter smell,
One of roses and blood; the next feast for his parched lips.
Silently he strode, out into the night-time fever,
Prowling amidst his prey, seeking the weakest out.
At last he spots her, walking under a empty streetlight,
Swaying with the flow of the blood round her veins.
The tight red corset brought forth the lustful hunger within him,
Threading its evil through the darkness of his black, bloodless soul.
One swift movement brought him into her grasp, clutching at her,
Embracing the warmth of the living kind, chocking her lifeless.
The piercing knifes sliced the bloodstream; flowed freely out,
Into the dying human, cursed forever to be the nightmare.
A shout is heard. Turning, quickly fleeing, he fly’s of into the dark,
Leaving the body to fall under the red moonlight
(C) Kelly Selvester
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
The frozen ground quaked underneath the children’s feet as they dashed, house to house, gulping in the freezing air as they brought cheer to those who had none. They stood in a gathered clump, shivering in their boots, singing out their love and joy for the season to the men and women who only think of the money. They spread the love of joy of true spirit through their harmonious song, lighting the darkened cloud which filled their political hearts.

A smile, ever so slowly, creeps over their faces, melting away the winter blues to the true meaning of Christmas. The family watched the younger ones, being jollier than St Nicholas themselves, laughing at the funny faces Dad’s pulling, or stuffing their faces with Mum’s cooking. And when that fateful night comes near, the fire is lit, the TV turned off, and warm cups of hot chocolate lie empty. The time has finally arrived for family-time, a moment to forget the troubles of the world, the current financial crisis, or complain that you’re missing Coronation Street and The Bill, as time spent with the people you love at Christmas, is the most important time in the whole world.
Dec 2009 · 551
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
Only the strongest could crack it, but even the weakest of minds could succedd too.
One turn was all it took- to open a door that should be locked; to hold a secret.
Cold and hard, paired with that of only one to match.This could be copied, for good or evil.
Always there when you wish they werent, even the papaerclip never works no more.
All are fallen by it, only the strongest force through.
The weakest of strength are the strongest in mind, could break through after some tweeking.
Secrets are hidden behind it, the things you arent suppost to see.
Dec 2009 · 1.7k
The word 'CAKE'
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
One of these days I will endulge in the delight
that only the sweetest dare to sample.
The soft texture of the sponge,
springy to the touch, layer upon layer.
The sweet smell of the strawberry filling the nostrels,
warming the tastebuds to the point of explosion.
The creamy filling lingers in the middle,
complimenting each beautifully, a delight to eat.
But yet I will never indulge in that special delicasy,
as my lips never open to the word 'cake'
Dec 2009 · 698
All the World's a Circus
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
The double decker bus rolled across the road,
sweaping around the bend at an alarming angle.
I leapt from my seat and flew across the floor,
sliding to a hault amidst laughter and cheers.

That journey sent me spiralling into danger at work,
almost slipping on clowns bannana's and custard pies.
They always seem to have the last laugh I think,
whilst I step out of my big shoes into the arena.

The rush of wind blew overhead as they walked,
throwing themselves into open hands, ready to catch.
I tried that once a long time ago when I was stupid,
but even I needn't tell you the unfortunate outcome.

Leaving them in the hands of fate I wandered willingly,
to the only place where wildness couldn't be contained.
The place I worked day in, day out, through good and bad,
shifting the dirt of the ones who shine the brightest in the circus.
(C) Kelly Selvester
Dec 2009 · 462
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
A bird could be heard in the garden,
tweeting it's song to the world,
that of which was listening anyway.
Everywhere else the scratching of pen to paper
was never as annoying as now, sitting in the warmth
of the inferno that was my future.
One time they asked us to sit there whilst we witnessed
the horror of a poor spider being squashed
by the books of History. Never mind.
Tick-Tock went the clock, constantly,
never moving, never changing.
Time seemed to stand still which always seemed to
make everyones live hell in that room.
Everyone waiting, hushed into panic, frantically
straining their minds to nothing, only to produce nothing
Dec 2009 · 553
When will it stop?
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
The nights are longer now than before,
always dark and cold, drawing in the mist,
clouding our vision through the prison
in which we waited. There was no stoppage
in time anymore, just the silence that
enveloped around us.

Only with the distant rumble of thunder
could any change in time - the candle of a
heart slowly being extinquised the only sight
to be seen through the yellow panes of
smoke and ash for miles, chocking the life
from the flame.

Clammy and stuffy don't even begin to describe
the horrors of where I am trapped. Encased in
the coffin of earth and rubber, always wet and cold
from the rain which ceased to stop, filling our boots
till they could fill no more. French ground is where
I stand, and French ground is where I die.

Life lives no more, only the rats see little hope,
nibbled away from frost-bite of death and disease,
only the strongest survive the month. Even the horses
could sense it, their long faces reflecting the horrors
that were to be expected soon, one last push they say,
one last push till it ends.

Repulsed by the tightness in which I was trapped I reach
forward into the yellow cloud, spiralling itself through
the wire which surrounded me. One breath was all it took
to wipe the life from the eyes, so thats all I took,
one breath.
Dec 2009 · 459
Little Time
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
What is time to those who wait for it to finish,
from the clicking of the clock
to the clocking off from a shift,
only time can tell, but it doesn't wait for me.

The power of time are all around us everywhere,
from the time of steam and coal
to the power of a few atoms,
only times shows power, but it doesn't wait for me

Sounds of time can always be heard everywhere,
from the creeks and goans of old bridges
to the outcrys of the flocking birds,
only time shows music, but it doesnt wait for me

Beauty in the eye of the beholder always grows everywhere,
from the nature of the water flowing over hillsides
to the imagination of a human being,
only time shows creativity, but it never waits for me
Dec 2009 · 859
Stormy Waters
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
Like the sea, the weather is unpredictable.
But sometimes, it can be told exactly to the point,
even to the time of the sun, but at a cost.
Faith is lost in those who dont get it right:
an understatement of unjustice leaves no trace.

A tempest cannot be calmed so easily as bird flies,
neither can the waves stopped pounding the distant shores.
Only the sun can brighten it's spirits.
Even that has difficulty smiling, what with man destroying
everything that created it, destroying their own lives with it.
Dec 2009 · 1.6k
I'm Still Standing
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
After all this time of me picking up the pieces,
I'm still standing!
After all this time of me taking your anger,
I'm still standing!
After all this time of me feeding your love,
I'm still standing!
After all this time of me waking your demon,
I'm still standing!
After all this time of me fleeing you,
For that, I cannot remain standing.
Dec 2009 · 611
Only A Tommy
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
The calm waters swelled around the rocks,
washing away those broken bones of Tommy.
At last I'm alone I think, once at peace
and now a tempest of rage through revenge.
He said no to my offer of peace, the one
change of the world changing hands.
But now he lies there amounst the fishes,
cold and slimy, gathering the rot of humanity.
I could of stopped him, but like i said,
he said no to my offer of peace.
Slashed and broken, a new day rises through
the mist of evening to bring the war of rage.
Now the tempest does rage so violently with
humanity of death and destruction in it's wake.
Dec 2009 · 620
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
A velvet cloth covered the damage,
smooth and fitted,
hiding the truth over everything.
The leaves rustled on the wall,
long and unbroken,
hiding the truth behind everything.
A quick sweep stored the damage,
sharp and ugly,
hiding the truth under everything.
But for the inside damage,
unforgiving and unjust,
hiding the truth under the cloth,
the velvet cloth you gave me.
(C) Kelly Selvester
Dec 2009 · 670
Kelly Selvester Dec 2009
An ice sheet froze over the deserted waste-land,
Empty from warmth, an ice palace of cold.
The long road through this land lied empty,
No traffic for miles, not a single sound.
Water fell from the Heavens, drowing all life,
Smoothering the last breath from their frozen bodies.
Only the toughest could survive there,
But even they have turned to nothing.
Nov 2009 · 447
Kelly Selvester Nov 2009
Ouch my heart, it hurts so much
this past week, always hurts.
Maybe something i've done has
Caused this, possibly all that running.
No, too much pain, something more
Than that, something more important.
Oh why can't I think straight,
I need to remeber, I want to remember.

Oh, now I know, that pain,
That throb, that pull, that stab.
That loss.
Loss of love.
Loss of life.
Loss of the will to live.
Nov 2009 · 2.0k
Kelly Selvester Nov 2009
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.

The heart could never stay calm,
Not at a time like this.
Whispers spread along the line,
Did Miss Jones just say "Good Luck"?
I dont know, I wasn't really listening.
Remeber what happens, I tell myself,
Dont look into their eyes or you'll forget.

Five minutes to go, how much more
Do I have to bear this?
Four John Smith has
Just passed out.
Three Emily Watson has
Just passed out too.
Two minutes....I think I might just follow suit
And join the unfortunate ones.
One mintute to go, now i can't bear
this much longer.

How much more do I have to bear this?
A sound is heard,
Lights suddenly brighten
Silence then follows.
My feet lead me forward,
But I can't remember a thing.
I looked into their eyes.
Wished for darkness again
Kelly Selvester Nov 2009
Hopeless isn't a word I would use lightly.
It's more of a let-down than a cheer-uper,
Always signaling the end, always at the end.

Go isn't a word I would use heavily.
It's more of a cheer-uper than a let-down,
Always signaling the start, always at the start.

So what word is the middle?
That space inbetween those points?
The change to change? Or the change to act?
No, that space is now, so use it heavily
or only use it ever so lightly
Nov 2009 · 525
Fear of Fear
Kelly Selvester Nov 2009
I cant do it!
I wont do it!
I'll never do it!
Why cant i do it,
I can do everything else?

I can stand up to someone else,
I can stand up for what i believe,
I can stand up to entertain,
I can stand up for power,
But for love, i cant stand up.
I must sit down.
(C) Kelly Selvester
Nov 2009 · 530
A Fleating Love
Kelly Selvester Nov 2009
If thou could see the monster in me,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee.
But what is the monster, than that of myself,
Of the tired fleating heart that longs for lust,
Nothing like himself.
If thou could see the love i bear thee,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee
But what is love to those who i seek,
of the tires fleating heart that longs for lust,
nothing like himself

But no more shall they run or flee,
for they shall realise their mistake,
and thou will love me
(C) Kelly Selvester
Oct 2009 · 577
Another Life
Kelly Selvester Oct 2009
Walking, Sleeping, Eating, Drinking, Thinking,
Always thinking, thinking of life
I walked across the bay
I walked across the street
I walked across the harbour
I walked across the sea
I paused for thought, this isn’t me.
I walked back across the sea
I walked back across the harbour
I walked back across the street
I walked back across the bay
I walked back into me
Now I am always thinking, always walking
Just walking
(C) Kelly Selvester
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