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Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
She's never been more planted, more set in stone.
Severely tangled roots right down to the bone.
It's a dreamers world, a playground if you may.
To wish all the worries and cares right away.

Where a laugh echoes mildly, there's no sparkle-less eye.
Where the heart beats so loudly it can't be denied.
Where we stem from and grow the bark on our backs.
Where we challenge ourselves with relentless attacks.

But we bud and bare fruit by trial and error.
Only seeds from mistakes have power of terror.
If you seek good weather and nourish your mind.
You become the one that's so rare to find.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
An angel is supposed to guard,
here she sits while her beloved forever sleeps.
A concrete face, a whispered lullaby,
while loved ones grieving weep.

The tombstone stuffed animal,
just another soulless face.
A way in which to remember you,
by someone elses grace.

But your memory meant so much more to me,
than an ornament cast in stone.
The featured wings can't calm a visit,
when I'm standing here alone.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
Broken windows
and opened doors.
Chipped paint
and faulty floors.
A rusted ****
and restless yellow.
A shadows moment
in an empty hello.
A different view
hidden corners.
A little light
from too nice of a foreigner.
A promise here
forgotten there.
The damsel in distress.
Beware.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
I traveled several seas of no where dreams.
To a paradise that existed only between destinations.  
You could find me, if you time me, but I'll never stay too long.
For tomorrow is not promised.
I'm running out of daylight.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
The flower that lives with adversity is only vulnerable until it blooms.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
I've seen them come
I've seen them go.
The aftermath
of a heartless show.
They're steps ahead
while you're steps behind.
Their echoing footsteps
your peace of mind.
Rewind, rewind,
rewind, repeat.
Eventually
you're alone with defeat.
Unless you change
your way of thought.
And learn self love
is where love is taught.
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
I looked for you..
at the bottom of every empty bottle.
I lined them up and waited
for you to reappear and swallow.
I knew you had a secret stash
a different bar I didn't know.
But still I sat here wishing, thinking,
maybe you'd come home.
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