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Mar 22 · 57
Untitled
kimberli Mar 22
I meet your gaze and try to define the boundless palpable energy that swells when our pupils align.
It elicits the sensation of a familiar comfort, such as running my fingers along the corrugated ribbon attached to my childhood stuffed animal, laced with the sentiment of intrepid adventure.
An immeasurable attraction that I imagine only the 'Big Bang' comes close to matching in intensity and preliminary growth.
I scavenge my mind trying to find the vocabulary adequate enough to even sprits the palate of emotion that could describe our eye contact; Holding each word to the light to see if it shines brightly enough.
Finally, I found it. Only a seed of the colossal forest. Still, it will do.
There is no way to translate the spirit of your glance, other than cosmic magnetism.
Jan 2017 · 308
earth
kimberli Jan 2017
YOU ARE HERE. ON THIS SP(HERE), NOT S(FEAR) . SO DO NOT FEAR; THE DIFFERENT OR THE QUEER. KEEP THEM NEAR AND DEAR OR SHOVE IT UP YOUR ******* REAR.
DO NOT DIVIDE WHAT WE USED TO PRIDE. FOR WHICH PEOPLE HAVE DIED. THAT'S CALLED A BACKSLIDE. LIKE "GO TO THE BLACK SLIDE". DON'T PUSH THEM OUTSIDE BECAUSE YOU'RE HATING INSIDE.  THAT HATE IS JUST FEAR. BUT DO NOT HATE AND DO NOT FEAR.
BECAUSE YOU AND ME? WE. ARE. HERE.
Nov 2016 · 263
Untitled
kimberli Nov 2016
One day, L.A. I'll come back to play,
Watch palm trees sway and the ocean spray,
In the sun I'll lay, all ******* day,
Maybe I'll stay, get old and gray.
My memories fray, so now I say:
One day, L.A. I'll come back to play.
Apr 2014 · 595
broken bird
kimberli Apr 2014
you were but a baby bird trying to escape the nest of hatred,
you knew you couldn't fly,
but you still jumped, why?

i now sit alone in this nest of thorns,
im ******* ****** and bleeding.
the more i move the more mutilated i become.

im so ******* tired and i cant get any rest,
im stuck awake because of chirps of pain.
im so ******* tired

im terrified of what might happen next.
if i have to hear another bird hit the ******* ground i'll...
i wont do anything.

there's nothing i can do
i cant move or im mutilated
im stuck in a thorny nest and im so ******* tired.
Apr 2014 · 293
Untitled
kimberli Apr 2014
My feet grew heavy then still.
Around me gathered a field of sorrow.
Metallic roses and tulips gather to console bowed heads.
Long leaves began to shade my eyes.
One lonely laugh was heard,
A gust of wind lifted the curtains for only a moment;
In which a kite struck me, becoming intertwined in my leaves.
I could hear your strides come to a halt at my trunk.
You grabbed the end of the kite and tugged.
My branches didn't want to let go.
You yanked and pulled with all your might.


I became weak and hurt.
My branches unwillingly released the kite just as a burst of wind took you away with it.


Now I stand alone in a field of sorrow,
with sad limp branches.
Here I'll remain, surrounded by metallic tulips and roses,
never to be visited again by that bright kite.
Oct 2013 · 587
ode to Cameron ;)
kimberli Oct 2013
On his shoulders are freckles like leaves,
Uncountable kisses he steals, he thieves,
His cinnamon beard soft as a feather,
He mends me with kisses, he holds me together.
He is truth in the love songs I hear,
He whispers sweet stories into my ear,
He makes me feel so lame and cliche,
I want him forever, not just a day.
He wraps my heart around his finger,
Upon my lips, his lovely lips linger,
I know each other is all we need,
And too, he knows, my mind he reads.
I long and yearn for our bright life,
Maybe, one day I'll be his wife,
But now we wait for the right time,
I can't wait until he's mine.
Jun 2013 · 470
Untitled
kimberli Jun 2013
Happy day, and you're not around.
But I still know you love me.
Our relationship fell to the ground.
But I think God's still above me.

Happy day, let's go fly a kite.
Those little girl grins mock my heart,
This tattered thing, filled with spite.
While my smile mocks sour ****.  

Happy day, and I'm all alone.
But I know you still love me.
Not a ring from the phone.
And I'm missing part of me

Today is the day.
When I feel most broken.
But I think you still love me.
Since those were the words you had spoken.

Today is fathers day.
But I think you still love me.
It's not okay, that you're away.
But I know God's still above me.
May 2013 · 647
It's funny
kimberli May 2013
It's funny how you pull my hair,
How you tease me.
Its funny how "she doesn't care",
How much you really please me.
It's funny how I can't have you,
And how I never will.
It's funny how this is all true,
And how now it's going downhill.
May 2013 · 613
Subconsious Yearnings
kimberli May 2013
It's difficult to tell who you really are,
Your eyes merely reflect my expectations,
I yearn to explore your scar,
I want to expand your limitations,
I hold dear, to our warm worn memory,
but even closer to my heart, is our future,
I'm not sure what you think of me,
Please, I need this wound to be sutured,
So fill my soul with your secret,
Hug my heart with your words,
Give me your heart, I promise I'll keep it,
And we'll nest together like birds.
May 2013 · 739
11:12 on a Tuesday
kimberli May 2013
11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when the wind stopped,
Buds popped,
Grass was chopped,
Bunnies hopped,
And my heart dropped.

11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when rivers spilled,
Snow was killed,
Birds trilled,
And my soul was filled.

11:12 on a Tuesday.
A moment when spring was delayed,
Children played,
Flowers swayed,
And whole, I was made.
May 2013 · 1.0k
Wish Behind a Waterfall
kimberli May 2013
It's as if i were watching it through a waterfall,
The memory, smeared in my brain,
There, but fragile your presence remains,
I recollect offering and exchanging moans,
Our breath playing tug-of-war between our lips,
In the morning, legs linked and our fingers spiraled.
The memory lingers, invading my mind,
Taunting me with the simple fact that I cant go back.
May 2013 · 604
Hold My Burden
kimberli May 2013
My body grows weak from carrying this burden,
At first, a drop of water,
Now a cup of water,
  I try to hold it,
  My arms are tired,
  My burden is leaking,
I keep holding it,
I grow frail,
I need to let it go,
I can’t,
  So now I drown,
  In my own burden,

Please save me,
Hold my burden,
If only for the moment of one breath,
Hold my burden.
May 2013 · 574
Scavenger Hunt
kimberli May 2013
Let’s go scavenger hunting for puddles,
Find mysterious, rippled portals,
We’ll forget all our worries and troubles,
And pretend we were never mortals,
We never know exactly how deep,
Might be up to your waist,
Through our boots laughing splashes will seep,
Maybe once, it will cover your face.
May 2013 · 1.0k
Candy Kisses
kimberli May 2013
Your kiss so sweet,
Your lips a snack,
When our lips meet, no sugar the lack,
Your lollipop tongue,
Your sour pucker,
I just can’t stop,
I’m such a sucker.
May 2013 · 455
Jar of Stars
kimberli May 2013
I saw you walk by with a jar of stars,
As soon as I saw them I yearned for them, I needed them; I would not be complete without them.
I set out to find them. I waited all night, but the stars didn’t show.
So I looked the next night, now they glimmered.
I climbed up a tree and branched out my hands.
I stretched forth with all my strength, but I could not reach.
The night after that, I sat in defeat, until I saw you carrying your jars of stars.
I ran to you, hoping and praying you would reveal your secret.
As I approached I realized there were no stars at all.
The closer I came I saw that the jar was full of dying fireflies.
Their glow growing dim.
I took your jar and ****** it at the cement.
The fireflies flew, free.
I turned to you, my lip trembling.
“Therefore the love which us doth bind,
but fate so enviously debars,
is the conjunction of the mind,
and opposition of the stars.”


quote by: Andrew Marvell

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