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When a bird has been caged for so long, no matter the years, they will always know how to fly. Your idea that they'll fall to the ground will only push them higher.
In a crowded room,
But no one hears me screaming,
Hundreds of people surround me,
But I've never felt so alone.

I don't need just anyone,
But god, do I need someone,
Why can I long for people,
But never say a word.

I tell myself I'm stronger than that,
And hate to admit I'm weak,
That I may wake up one day,
To find it is true.

That maybe I do need someone to hear me scream,
And scream with me as loud as they can,
Till our eardrums burst from the sound,
And drown out all my loneliness.
"Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually."
 Feb 2014 Kelsi Herring
amrutha
I know you don't care
but again, a part of you does
So, here I am once again
telling you tales of all that I was.
There was a man in my life
who now, maybe left
but I still see him crystal clear every time I close my eyes to blink.
He still laughs out loud like a careless little kid
He still walks his way into stranger hearts
just to experiment, yes
He does not love
But I don't know what made me fall for him
Whatever it is, definitely it ruined me
in the most beautiful way, in the most terrible way
I am devastated at what he made of me.
He ran past me on Monday
On Tuesday, he took the trouble to look at me
He smiled at me on Wednesday
and on Thursday, got me head over heels
I smiled at him back that evening
Friday, I don't know why he said 'please'
He kisses her before me on Saturday
and Sunday, he comes to check on me.
He drew me wild and crazy
I forgot who I am.
The best of all the story is that
Every week he still plays his game
Holding my heart in his palms and watching me writhe in turmoil
but I still breathe in the pain
Smile at him when he wants me to
I know he is a disgrace to planet earth
but at least, he troubles me to the extent of joy and bliss.
 Jan 2014 Kelsi Herring
tayler
innovation: creation in destruction
matter cannot be created or destroyed,
and neither can art.
unity in paradox
we are
            passing thoughts sauntering in the winds of mortality
            drunken stupors, with eyes blurred, stumbling in a beautiful world
            famished spirits, consuming our own radiance
            fools caught up in our fabricated wisdom
            skeletal souls reaching for the sun's hand, while being consumed meticulously by the dirt
the reason i write--
to let you climb on my back
and maybe reach further than before;
pain is a part of life,
don't disregard it;
i have hope.
let us be free
in love;
do not search out pain,
do not search out pleasure,
do not search.
let us saunter as friends,
let us lie down and sing,
let us be passionate about beauty.
my hope for all of you
is that you will be the
heart
in this heartless world.
find glory in love.
find art in love.
find peace in love.
be love.
 Jan 2014 Kelsi Herring
tayler
i am what my monsters see me as;
this bed swallowed my feet.
roars lap at my ears as seconds pass;
insomnia begins to take a seat.

my eyelids are midnight curtains,
that the killer entombs himself within.
Mister Reality behind illusory drapes, uncertain,
a  whimsical gust of wind is all needed for him.

i glued my sullen eyelids to a close,
hoping to escape this quaking ground;
let the sun fall like a petal from a rose,
hope reality will never be found.

avoidance, the path that my trembling feet find,
molded the monsters to shadows within my mind.
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