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Feb 2018 · 103
It Drove Us Mad
Kirsten Claire Feb 2018
You and I
Had everything except
Practicality
Sensibility
Money
And all the things that
Seek to make order
But it only drove us mad
love falling madly hope
Feb 2018 · 129
Tight Rope
Kirsten Claire Feb 2018
We walked on a tight rope
Balancing
But also dancing
A ferocious dance
That was bound to result
In one of us falling
Feb 2018 · 162
My Worth
Kirsten Claire Feb 2018
I am a diamond
My mother the earth
My father the heat which gave me life
So when I say my worth is more than
Than a one liner
And a shot of beer
Know that I am out of your price range
Jan 2018 · 151
Loving You
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
I would fight a thousand wars
Break a hundred walls
And sew together one heart
If it meant loving you
Jan 2018 · 324
Not Yet Touched
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
I write as if I know the caress of a hand
As it traces its way down my skin
Sensations interwoven together
To form the most sacred kind of feeling
But I have never touched a boy in my life
Which is a tragedy in and of its own
Jan 2018 · 139
The Most Cruel Words
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
There is an infamous industry
Called Customer Service
And all of its employees fall prey
To the worst of human beings

I recall a time where a man
Adorned with a frown on his face
Asked me a question
In the which I responded

But with his brows furrowed
And a huff in his chest
He told me
"That is the worst advice I have ever hear."

With a sigh
And a "tsk" on my tongue
I said
"You are the worst man I have ever met."
Jan 2018 · 135
Tiny Diary
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
It in the palm of my hand
I hold the smallest diary
With the largest secrets
Jan 2018 · 163
Love In The Air
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
It didn't matter if it was with him
Or with another stranger on the street
Love followed her
Everywhere she went
Like an old scent lurking in the air
Jan 2018 · 446
Forest of Dreams
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
Once long ago
You and I were two flowers
Rooted in the same soil
Bonded by a life
Grown from love
And we were inseparable
But one day you
Lead me by my hand
And took me to where
The leaves were the greenest
The trees the tallest
And life most vibrant
And there in the forest of dreams
With a love too ambitious to contain
We planted our own seed
And waited for a new life
That would soon grow from our love
But as fall shed its skin
There was no bud to be found
And praying to Mother Nature
We begged for the seed to take root
But with all life She grants
She can also take
And there in the forest of dreams
Our precious seed did not grow
To be the flower we wanted
But instead laid way
To a soil more fertile and precious soil
And now in the forest of dreams
Where the trees are tallest
And the leaves greenest
There lie upon the soil
Three flowers
Rooted in the same soil
Bonded by a life
Grown from love
Love can give life.
Jan 2018 · 222
At The Threshold
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
At the threshold
   Between calamity
      And perfect harmony
         You and I walk
      On ropes too tight
   And heights too great
To make a mistake
Jan 2018 · 162
No Return
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
One
Two
And before I can count to three
I have fallen down a hole
Upon where
There is no return
Jan 2018 · 117
Down the river
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
Aboard a raft
   I am tipping
      And turning
         Readjusting
            And then falling once more

It is a delicate game to play
Going down the river
But I enjoy the ride nonetheless
Jan 2018 · 354
Blue-eyed Boy
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
The train passed by me
Like a leaf in the wind
And pretending to keep to myself
I put in headphones
But they played no music
And just when I couldn't feel
Any more empty than I already did
I catch your eyes
Blue eyes
Too blue
With a hint of gold
And my gaze lingers there
One second too long
But a second worth it
Because he smiles
And there are a hundred and one
Hidden messages in that smile
And I look away
With heat pulsing against my face
Because some boy
With too-blue eyes
And a hint of gold
Made me feel a little less empty
And a little more something
Smiles are worth it.
Jan 2018 · 421
Living
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
They often ask,
"What do you want to do with your life?"
And all I can say is
Live
Jan 2018 · 187
The Boy Who Dreamed
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
What is your dream?
I say to him across a worn out desk
And his eyes sparked
But he was shy
Hesitant
Slow
To open up about his
Most prized possessions
And as all fireworks go
One spark led to an explosion of words
And I became mesmerized  
As he shared
Every
Single
Dream
And basked in the vibrant life of this boy--
A dreamer
In a classroom far too small
In a body far too little
To contain such magnificent dreams
If you want a taste of life, ask a child what their dream is.
Jan 2018 · 95
Investments
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
For every cent I spent on you
Was not investment
I did not expect to get anything in return
But now I want my money back
Jan 2018 · 165
Things I Wish I Could Speak
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
Here I write words
That could never be uttered
For fear
Fright
Vulnerability
And every other barrier
That got be one mile farther from you

Here are words
I whisper to myself as I drift to sleep
Because in dreams
Things are not as they seem
You and I
Place both of our hearts on the table
Willing to speak
Jan 2018 · 209
Affection
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
I cradle your affection
In the palm of my hand
Like a seed so small
That if I am not careful
I might just lose it
Jan 2018 · 110
Unreal Love
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
They say it was a love crafted
By a sculpture who knew their art
But my heart does not follow its design
And no matter how much I try
To conjure up butterflies
Ever time his eyes find mine
I lie
To satisfy a match made by heaven
Or a sculpture
Or whatever
Infinite oblivion determines such things
Jan 2018 · 363
Treasure Chests
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
Deep within the dense forest
Of your mind
Lies a treasure chest
That lies collecting dust,
A pity for such a valuable thing--
Maybe its time to open it?
You have the key.
Jan 2018 · 371
An Old Machine
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
I carve open
The sealed door of my heart
And with one breath
I breathe back to life an archaic machine
That has hidden itself away from the world
Lost
Forgotten
In the caverns of myself
But like all old parts
The mechanisms slowly
But surely
Crank back to life
It has been ages since its last heartbeat

My heart is worn down
And a little bit broken
And I have never felt as exposed
As I do now
But I am not afraid to wear it proudly
<3
Jan 2018 · 103
Songs Without Words
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
I wrote you a song
But it had no words
Just interwoven notes
Tied together to form
The most wordless song
I'd ever heard
Dec 2017 · 209
Secrets of The Hand
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Written on my hands
Are all the secrets I wish to tell you
But my hands remain in clenched fists
So tight the ink begins to seep
Dec 2017 · 285
Loving You
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Loving you is more than a penny in a pocket
It is nights intertwined like vines
And the most precious of flowers bloomed
From such a costly love

Loving you is patience prolonged
Past the point of poignancy
And arriving where the sun finally begins to rise
In our storm-tinted horizons

Loving you is thoughts jumbled together
I cannot think thoroughly
This throbbing pain triggers
The most love-obsessed migraine

Loving you is sacrificing
All the things in the world you deemed yours
And becoming familiar with the word ours
Our love
Is worth it
I had a feeling that I couldn't describe, so this is it in the art of words--Poetry.
Dec 2017 · 352
No More
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Hearts ache
Another pill to take
Dark dreams
Silent screams
You awake in the night
But are too afraid to turn on the light
Fear grips you at the very core
Until you finally get the courage to say
"No more."
Dec 2017 · 283
Us
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Us
When you and I become
Us
Two lovers intertwined
Wrapping around the other in an intricate dance
We sew our hearts together
With the thread of our souls
Soul mate
And so much more
Dec 2017 · 594
Hold My Hand
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Your tears are like rain
In my skies,
But I do not shield myself from the downpour
Because I want to feel every tear shed.
To feel the depths of your sorrow
And with one breath
Relinquish it all into oblivion
Because you wear
Old scars and crooked smiles
But you are magnificent,
An ethereal creature
Worth enough to have my heart.
So take my hand-
And my heart too.
Then maybe your demons
Will learn to fear love
You are not alone.
Dec 2017 · 892
Diving in soul first
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
When I had my first swimming lesson
My instructor told me
I was a feather
Afloat the shallow end of the pool

But this is not a swimming lesson
Nor is there an instructor
I am a heavy weight
Ready to dive into a treacherous sea

You are the sea
The water
And everything in it

I am ready to dive into you
Soul first
I just hope I don't drown
Dec 2017 · 528
Cosmic Catastrophe
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
He was a cosmic catastrophe
In my heavens
An earthquake
On my foundations
I
Opened the door for
Him
Into my universe
And he could see the worlds I carved
And the galaxies I molded
And how every star I created
Lined up perfectly to make a constellation
A story
My stories
It was all
Magnificent
Glorious
Celestial
Sacred
He saw it all
And wrecked it
I let him in
And he violated me,
My universe,
And all of the precious worlds
I held in the palm of my hand
And with every
Fight late at night
Every word left unsaid
Every bruise somewhere new
I could feel the law of gravity
Unwinding itself
The worlds falling out of orbit
Galaxies fading
Stars dying
My universe was in cosmic chaos
Because I didn't realize
I was the brightest star
And he was a black hole
Dec 2017 · 142
Guilty Secrets
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
No one was meant to know
My secret.

Every night with the lights dim,
I indulge in my secret.
Again
And again.

I was an endless void,
Always consuming.

No one was meant to know.
My obsession.
My guilty pleasure.
My obsession with Goldfish(insert copyright symbol)
Dec 2017 · 156
Happiness Is My Heartbeat
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Happiness they say is
Temporary
Short lived
Awarded
Only for the privileged
Only achieved through impossible means
Well they are lying.

Happiness is my heartbeat
Blood pulsing through my body
Through my soul
And back again--
An endless song
I sing
In the dark
And in the light

Happiness is like fuel
And I am a wildfire
Spreading as far as the sun can reach
And then a little farther
I blaze an unquenchable fire in my path
So the world knows that I was here

I choose to be happy.
And so should you.
Dec 2017 · 183
Stars and Secrets
Kirsten Claire Dec 2017
Sometimes I wish I could have a little star of my own
That could whisper tiny star-secrets into my ear
Because stars are the best listeners
And tell the best stories
If you ever need to tell anyone anything, tell the stars.
Aug 2015 · 659
To Dream of Black and White
Kirsten Claire Aug 2015
So tell me what it's like
To dream of black and white
To watch the colors fade away
At the break of day

Tell me what it's like
To become defenseless,
Fearful, submissive, helpless
And lose the fight

Tell me what it's like
To see strong spirits
Passionate, and full of life
Change to faded gray

Tell me what it's like
To hold his hand
Love him for eternity
Just because you can

Tell me what it's like
To finally walk the road
That leads to truth
A road no one knows

Tell me what it’s like
To leap across time
To unknown lands of fate
And leave fears behind

Tell me what it's like
To be a meek child
Be born of pure innocence
If only for a while

Tell me what it's like
To witness all of the seasons
Become the same
Without any reasons

Tell me what it's like
To see an ember
Come to life
Like a raging fire

So tonight watch all of the stars fade
And the moonlight die
Let God determine their fate
Like victors writing history

Watch every candlelight
Be doused and suffocated
Destroy them in the night
Overcast them with darkness

What do you see in your dreams
Paint colors with your own imagination
For in our dreams we can do anything
Let nothing be evident
Release it all

So in my dreams tonight
All of my colors will fade
As I dream of black and white
Dreaming of black and white... and maybe a few colors.
Aug 2015 · 526
Senses of war
Kirsten Claire Aug 2015
Gunshots pierce through my ears rendering me deaf
The amount of carcasses leaves me speechless
A bomb combusts before my eyes and I am blind
Gas fills my nostrils and I can now no longer smell
So much pain from the wounds and now I can't feel
Senses of war

— The End —