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Kelsey Doolittle Aug 2014
entangled,

     engorged,

         sinking deeper still;

how vile,

        this filth,

               of feeling I’d love to ****;

this mixing,

       this swirling,

               dirt of this and that;

the bed which I’ve made,

                for years I have sat.

Bubbling to the surface,

                     this slow steady beat;

drums pounding faster,

                     liquid churning heat;

the outburst,

      the song,

          the explosion,

                    the noise;

the endless expression,

                       timeless attempted poise.
Kelsey Doolittle Aug 2014
Later day,

common place

Pleaded with voices

Of promising saints

Illusion of hope

When clustered pieces break

Listening for truth

When i dont know what to say
Kelsey Doolittle Aug 2014
where a little jet plane keeps flying overhead
writing beautiful things in the sky
like "trust me"
             and "you are what I want"
around and around
never wanting to land
Kelsey Doolittle Jul 2014
Stretched among mirrored dedication

all searching, and here they've found

crossing countless rivers

through and through

endless tunnels of lost stories

dipping in, one at a time,

catching only bites of this taste or that

my palette never satisfied

my plate never empty

wondering if today or tomorrow

will bring the truth

— The End —