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Kelsey Rhoads Mar 2017
How could I be so lost,
In a place I know so well?
How could I be so broken,
In a family so together?
How could I be so lonely,
Surrounded by so many?
How could I be so unhappy,
Surrounded by such beauty?
How could I be me,
When even I remain a mystery?
If you understand i'm sorry. Stay strong friend.
Kelsey Rhoads Mar 2017
Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing my name.
There it is; my favorite thing of all this
Ah, the feeling of pain is gone from before the new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and I from before you went.
You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.  
I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
Blood running down.
I can hear you asking something.
But I can't make out the words.
You tell me its ok and we will get some help.
Kelsey Rhoads Mar 2017
If I were to leave this world today, I'd want to be remembered, it's true,
for going that extra mile just to show my love for you.
I'd want for you to be proud of me and know I always tried.
When you hurt, I did, too; your tears I also cried.
I'd want you to be compassionate to never turn away
from someone who might need a hug or encouragement one day.
I'd want you to know I'm okay even if you've caused me pain.
I hope you learn from my mistakes and forgive me just the same.
We only have today to let our feelings show.
Remember this is the debt you said I owe...
If you understand, i'm sorry. Stay strong friend.
  Mar 2017 Kelsey Rhoads
Gidgette
You gave me candy on the school bus
Gobstoppers, as I recall
I shoved it in my mouth and smiled
We were children
I gave you a kiss in return
In high school, we were inseparable
Till I went to the academy
Then you were there everyday afterward
We were too young
You were my best friend,
You loved me, once
Then you hit me
I was too free for you, I suppose
I didn't love you like that but,
I wanted to keep you
For your smile and candy
Maybe you thought you could beat love into me
I don't know
You hurt anyone who I called friend or family
Shedding blood
Theirs, and mine
Still, I honored our time
I had vowed to
So you needed me again,
As you lay in that hospital bed
I went to you, as the child I once was
Brought you and your blood drenched hands back home with me
You wanted more than I could give, my childhood friend, husband
You weren't content with just a companion, best friend
So you took my freedom, my sunlight

We vowed till death
And that's what you gave me
I don't speak or write of these things often. I don't know why. Some times it festers I guess. I got away. Physically.....
Kelsey Rhoads Mar 2017
"Those who believe, and those who are Jewish, and the Christians, and the Sabeans—any who believe in God and the Last Day, and act righteously—will have their reward with their Lord; they have nothing to fear, nor will they grieve."

This just shows from the Al- Baqarah that it isn't Muslims that are the problems, this just shows stupid people are. I mean you can't judge many by the actions by the few. I've seen people post many of times that Muslims aren't American, and should "go back to where they came from." Let me just throw a little fact out here; being a Muslim does not make you any less of an American than a Christian.While the Islamic religion has roots in the Middle East, if you were born in America, or you're naturalized citizen, you're an American. Period. A religion doesn't negate American citizenship.

Also, there are good and bad people in the world, no matter what religious umbrella they fall under. So yes, there are bad Muslims. However, there are also bad Christians. I can think of a few Christians right now that I definitely wouldn't categorize as "good." For the sake of their reputations, they will not be named, but I would love to give you some examples of what makes them a bad person.

Am I justifying the acts of terror that have occurred around the world? Absolutely not! As a matter of fact, I abhor it. However, I'm not going to let the actions of a few taint my view on the whole. I have met some pretty amazing people in my life, some of who are of Islamic faith. As a whole, we need to stop judging, and start loving one another in spite of our differences.
If you understand, i'm sorry. Stay strong friend.
Kelsey Rhoads Mar 2017
I don’t know what I miss more

They way I felt when you gave me a hug

Or how cuddling with you

Made me feel warm and snug

I don’t know what I miss more

The comfort I felt when I heard your voice

Or the way your sweet whispers

Drowned out all of life’s noise

I don’t know what I miss more

The way you held me in your arms

Or the way I melted at the knees

When you flirted, with all your charm

I don’t know what I miss more

The moment when you looked in my eyes

Or the time when you picked me up

As if I were your life’s biggest prize

I miss you



Life has taken a weird turn

Sometimes I feel happy from within

Sometimes I just zone out

Sometimes my head just spins

I am not living in the past

I don’t regret breaking up with you

But at the same time I admit

That there are times when I miss you



Why did the woman who I loved so much

Had to become my ex-girlfriend?

Why do all the good things in life

Always have to come to an abrupt end?

Why did the girl who I liked like crazy

Had to break my heart and leave?

Why do I still miss her, is a question

Which will always make my heart grieve

I miss you


I thought my life had a new dawn

I was certain that I had moved on

But it wasn’t so

Getting over heartbreak is painfully slow

I don’t know why

Sometimes without a reason, I cry

I am still confused

Why even now, my heart feels bruised

I don’t regret dating you

Nor do I regret the way things went askew

Life took its own turns, good and bad

I miss you because you were my love, not just a fade


I am not happy

Nor am I too peppy

I am not sad

I don’t feel bad

I feel glum

My heart is numb

I just don’t know

Where’s my flow?

Maybe I miss you

Maybe I don’t

Maybe you’ll reply

Maybe you won’t



Why in the world

Did you have to become my girlfriend?

Why in the world

Did you have to let our relationship end?

Why in the world

My broken heart, did you not try to mend?

Why in the world

Our love, did you have to suspend?

Why in the world

Love, did you have to pretend?

Why in the world

Did you have to become my ex-girlfriends?

I miss you



You may be my ex-girlfriend

We may have had an ugly breakup

I may have called you nasty names

But my heart can never give you a snub

I may be your ex-girlfriend

We may have gone separate ways

You may be the person I used to hate

But without doubt, I miss you on some days



My world is not as fiery as red

My world is not as bright as yellow

My world is not as peaceful as white

It is somewhere in between, slightly mellow

My world is not as dark as black

My world is not as gloomy as blue

My world is not as peppy as pink

It is bland, missing a lovely hue

I miss you



I don’t know what to write

Because I have nothing to say

But even then I am sending you

This poem today

Don’t confuse this with a rant

This is not a mindless outburst

I just want to talk to you

To quench my heart’s thirst

Don’t mistake this as my weakness

I don’t love you anymore

But still, your voice will soothe

My heartbreak, which is still a bit sore

I miss you



While I am sitting here in my bed

Missing my ex to bits

I wonder if she misses me too

And if she does, she may never admit it

I know I am making a big mistake

By sending a text to my ex-girlfriend

But I have no other choice

If I want my confusion to end

Hence this messages comes to you

I hope the reason, you clearly see

No pressure, but I hope you reply

I miss you, do you miss me?
  Feb 2017 Kelsey Rhoads
Jessica Lima
'Mommy, why are you so sad?'
My daughter used to say.
She was always so sick and frail
And I watched her fade away.

Her weight in my arms
One day turned to dust.
Words of love and comfort,
Suddenly were not enough.
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