And every time a storm swept through she felt as though the world received her rage and responded.

I've grown cold and unused to you
We were two people who shared a bed
That was love, no?
We practiced this cherade for 15 years
We fight, and argue
Each time pushing further apart
Until this cold distance consumed us
Broken into little pieces my heart
Has nothing left to give you
Last time you drank you took my last piece
And I'm through
How can I miss something that was never really there?
Our lives together great
But they grew weathered and faded
Until you dropped out of the race
How could I not see?
This was never meant to be?
I've left you behind dear
I left you long ago
And I'm only tell you this now
Now instead of then because I hoped
Hoped you could see
I was leaving
And chase after me
See what ruin you had caused
And say you were sorry
But you didn't
You kept blowing your path of destruction
And I snuck out between the waves
And I'm telling you now dear
I can't
I loved you once
But darling our love its been dying
Our love its been dead
Goodbye

I want this to last
Don't we all?
It has a great view
But a terrible fall

It happened so fast
I had to make a call
Can it be true?
What happens when I scale this wall?

Tie me to the mast
Tell me I have gaul
For falling for you
You were fake after all

But thats the past
Shattered in the hall
Made of China new
Like a fragile doll

How could it last?
No ones immoral after all
I guess it's over, guess we're through
How could I be so stupid to fall for you?

I was looking for a thought
And look, here I have found it
Down at the bottom of this bottle
That made me forgot
How ironic that this is where it’d be

The thought of you
I tried to bury
Beneath all the ***** and Hennessey

But look, here it is anyway
How persistent
I might have forgotten
Maybe for only a minute

But here it is again,
At the bottom of this bottle
Of all the drink to make me forget
Just brings you back up as my final regret

You always told me to think of the stars
But tonight when I looked up to the sky
All I could see was the bright shining moon
And I took it for a sign

You painted the sun, and I the moon
Those were the roles we chose to consume
We always admired the stars, together
But tonight only the moon chose to shine

Only I was visible in the sky
Selfishly and greedily capturing the eye
All for it’s self, all for me
No other other-worldly distraction to share with

Perhaps it is time
I focused once more on myself
Less on the you, less on the us
And more on the me, the moon

There are a million moments
I wish to spend with you
A million moments
I missed with you

Every faded sunset and
Every single drop of rain
Every star we have yet to see and
Every moon to be admired

I just want to remind you that
The world is wonderful and
I want to share it with you
Every moment of it

I have nothing but myself, but I am everything I need

The way his fingers traversed my spine
How his hand sidled into mine
He gently tugged (pulled) at my skin
Urgently trying to get it

His gentle but firm embrace
And light caressing of my face
His loving touch traveled
From lip to hip he unraveled
Me into ribbons, tightly bound round his ribs and
Arms seeking his neck
Bound tightly like an anchored wreck

As I was held he swelled
With pride and his touch
Kept me giddy inside

Such powerful emotion
Provoked in
Such an innocent way
No hand went astray
No wandering lips or kisses
No disgusted dismissives

In a silent seat
An unspoken treat unf kded in me, his love so pure and so clean

How he secured me by his side
So loving I could have died

An overreaction- perhaps
But I've felt no greater satisfaction

Than resting in the arms
Of my lover who will never read these yarns

It's just a grave
Of a soldier, young and brave.
No body does it keep,
And few visit or weep.
I alone,
Sit by this stone.
And yet I know,
Though it brings me greif and woe,
It is not he,
Who lies beneath me.
There is no soul
For me to love and console.
Sadly, I must admit
With all my clever, all my wit
There is nothing here, save
This lonely old grave.

I am looking for a thought
I lost it when I looked into
Those brilliant blue eyes of yours
So deep
I found myself swimming
In their color along with
Every thought I had swirling by me
My mind was swimming with the thought of you
I was swimming in your eyes
Swimming Swimming
All my thoughts
Swimming by

When you caught my stare
You did declare
Something I couldn’t quite catch
I reeled myself back to reality
But my thoughts were still swimming
Trying to catch up with me

My thought resurfaced
I found it at last
I was only coming over
To ask for your pencil, real fast?

I'm trying to play it cool
but I can't help holding my breath
and playing the fool

This is not a poem.

I am a poet in my brain. And yet when I sit down to type, the words never come out quite so elegant; the point never quite as clear
When I monologue to the mirror as I cry on the bathroom sink, the power of it reverberates back to me, and I think “I should write this down”; but when I sit with pen to paper, my hand trembles and the message is lost in the shaking and as I type, the keys sound furious only because my thoughts don’t translate to ones and zeros

Hi. My name is Kimberly.

None of you know me. And that’s the beauty of this site. That’s why I reserve hello poetry for my emotional dumping ground. No one can know what I feel. Don’t ask me why, it’s an unhealthy habit I am desperate to cling to.

This isn’t poetry. It’s anxious rambling. It’s tears at 3am because I feel lost and afraid and sad and alone and I don’t know who to tell about it
It’s heartbreak and lust because I have no one to admit it to
It’s yearning for memories that I don’t know who to share with
It’s my diary pretending to be free verse; except it’s not an act, it’s simply a lie

There is nothing poetic about my work .It has no style or rhythm. But it’s the only way I know how to express my emotion any more... and I’m losing touch even with this.

I don’t know who I am anymore

I got the first D (3 of them) of my life last semester and now I’m afraid to go back to school
I’m afraid I’m a fraud. A scam. I don’t see why anyone should trust me or believe in me. I don’t know how my parents can still call themselves proud after the **** I pulled

I’m trying to be hopeful. Trying so hard to believe I can be something better, but everyday I find it harder and harder to will myself out of bed. Harder and harder to even try. I shower later and later in the day, always in the afternoon.

Unemployment doesn't suit me. But to go to work right now feels foolish.

I have a crush on what could be my best shot at the one.
But I can’t do anything about it because I am a wreck.

I am can’t sleep during the night, shower in the afternoon, losing myself to tumblr, spontaneously crying, hasn’t seen the light in weeks, $400 in debt, unemployed, unprepared, wrecked.

I am lost, and worn and tired and hopeless and I can’t make a move now because I can’t even stand on my own two feet. Hell I can’t even get out of bed, how am I supposed to date?
There is value in struggling through a derivation for the formula. What I mean to say is I think there is value in learning how to claw your way back from the dark. And I know I don’t have to do this alone, but also I think I need to do most of it. All of it, all of the clawing and fighting, any support should come in the form of encouragement.
But I refuse to use someone else as the crutch or the lifeline to get me through. Because then I have not struggled and have then not grown and have not then gotten stronger.
And so I can’t date him. Not now, not yet, and I’m so ****** at the timing of it.
**** it- I think- caution to the wind, love with abandon.
Yes but what about me? How can I take care of me? No. I can’t do anything until I can stand on my own two feet again.

God I miss that. I miss the pride I had in myself and the happiness I had at just being able to see blue sky, every day. I am torn between I love who I was and I hate who I am. I’m torn between I can come back from this and being afraid that I will never be enough to come back from this. That it's over
And that’s nonsense, I know that, but ****. I’m so afraid. Maybe I am less than I thought I was. Maybe I’ve always been less than I thought I was. But maybe I’m just less than what I used to be. Which is worse?


Anyway... I keep thinking its a switch that I can just click be better.
But It doesn’t work like that and I genuinely don’t know my way back.
I don’t.
I’ve tried every trick I know,  I did everything I could to keep this from happening and yet.

I am can’t sleep during the night, shower in the afternoon, losing myself to tumblr, spontaneously crying, hasn’t seen the light in weeks, $400 in debt, unemployed, unprepared, wrecked and I don’t know who to tell about it.

So. Here you go. Listen to my pathetic rant, my cry for help. I jettison this letter out knowing it falls on deaf ears. Deaf ears, but not blind eyes. I know when I publish this people will see me. They will see my pain and, I’m not asking for help, but at least they will see me, they will see my struggle and I will know I’m not alone.

This is the bravest I have ever been, and what does that mean? I am a coward.

I am not a poet. Never have been, and everyday I become less of one. So, thank you, for making it to the end of this abomination.

1 am escapades
Riding up and down escalate
Er, sorry wrong floor
I can't think straight anymore

Trampolines and duckies
Don't you find it lucky
All these adventures we share
In the dark without a care

Walmart and bowling
Always ice-cream coning
Sunsets and rain checks
On dates with other picks

Theatres to parking lots
Parking lots, we talk a lot
Home at last
What time has passed

Never quite alone
Always on the phone
Always wishing and potting
For our next star spotting
All these memories shared in peace

When "we saw brilliance" while "the world was asleep"

I'm looking for someone to:
Cook with/for
Sleep with
Hike with
Camp with
Dream with
Hang out with
Game with
Escape with
Sing with
Dance with
Explore with
Adventure with
Hug
Hold
Cuddle
Kiss
.........

Love.

Someone to not be alone with.

You know that album?
By Linkin Park, the last one?
"One more light" is just too ******* fitting
For this show I see from where I am sitting

Every title and every track
Brings all the sadness back
Between Chester and you, I've come to decide
All this album makes me think of is suicide.

"Tell me what I gotta do"
"There's no getting through to you"
No matter how hard I try
You're holding back and I don't know why

"You say I can't understand"
"But you're not giving me a chance"
To listen, to help, to love you, to dance
Every time I get closer
You run from the exposure

"You keep running like the sky is falling"
But really it's just me, with your name I'm calling
I've bled myself open with honest truths
Now "tell me how to fall in love with you the way you want me to"

Quit hiding from me,
All I want to do
Is care for you,
Intimately

Let me care
You've seen me so bare
This burden we can share
It's hardly fair
Why aren't you there?