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Dec 2019 · 301
Untitled
Kim B Dec 2019
love doesn't tiptoe
the end of the beginning
never first again
Oct 2019 · 240
Haiku to life
Kim B Oct 2019
lung collapsed no breath
Crumpled to the floor three times
death not close enough
8/22/2019 hospitalized - very long recovery ahead
Aug 2019 · 844
Haiku on Shootings
Kim B Aug 2019
Gunmen rampaging
Nowhere seems safe anymore
Broken government
Jul 2019 · 446
haiku to shame and guilt
Kim B Jul 2019
My soul feels consumed
I own so much shame and guilt
No room for hope here
this is not new but the sentiment lingers
Jul 2019 · 854
MOM
Kim B Jul 2019
MOM
Our world when we are small.
Our bane when teenaged.
Our friend as an adult.
Our loss when death takes.
My Mom died 33 years ago as of May 30, 2019 - she was only 55.  She has much been on my mind.  (7/01/2019)
Jan 2019 · 1.0k
Alone-ly
Kim B Jan 2019
Alone but not
                                  lonely
Lonely but not
                                   alone

A true conundrum
Dec 2018 · 193
Childhood
Kim B Dec 2018
The words were fired like bullets
The barbs rained down like acid
The blows struck flesh like the bodies that fell
This was a war zone

My growing up life
Oct 2018 · 535
Shame
Kim B Oct 2018
So much for so few
So little for so many
Our shame on display
Oct 2018 · 283
Haiku to Pain
Kim B Oct 2018
Sadness overwhelms
I am swimming in my pain
Darkness takes me down
Mar 2014 · 654
Away
Kim B Mar 2014
My life has slipped away.
My life has been crazy slow.
The days seem long.
The weeks fly by.
And the years . . .
                                where did they go?
3:15 am  - 3/25/2014
Jul 2013 · 670
Never and Always
Kim B Jul 2013
Never pretty enough
Always the ugly friend. . .
Never smart enough
Always struggling just to keep up. . .
Never talented enough
Always waiting in the wings. . .
Never good enough
Always the last to be picked. . .
Never. . .enough
Always. . .afraid
Apr 2012 · 894
For Cleo
Kim B Apr 2012
I lost my little girl today.
I held her in my arms and felt
her slipping away.

As the end came sneaking in
I gave her up to medicine.
And, in my selfish way,
I prayed for even one more day.

Hurry fill the forms in and
hurry up to wait.
Knowing in the heart of me
that already I'm too late.

Then they come and take her
from my loving arms.
To poke, to **** and draw blood.
And again I wait as
they try to resuscitate.

My prayer was not heard today.
My little girl died
when her heart gave way.

Just a dog so many say.
Yet in my eyes
my child died today.

Now there's an empty
space inside that no
thing can fill. . .
except the warm memories
of my loving little girl.

— The End —