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KM Aug 2013
My hair doesn't exactly flow right
Like the way it does for other girls
I know I'm a pretty messy sight
It's a bit of a fuzz rather than curls

I hope you don't mind my eyes
I never really wear any face paint
It just feels like such a disguise
Without it, I've never gotten complaint

Not much effort is put into my looks
I hope that doesn't disappoint you
I learned to flirt from my books
Not too brilliant but it'll do

I always prayed to be who everyone adored
For my looks, my heart, and for me
Took me a while to learn I was made by the Lord
And that allows me to be me, and free
8/28-29/2013
KM Aug 2013
I'm the ocean but you're the sea
You're what flows inside of me
A harmonious flow
From dusk till dawn
Our love can be violent
Or slow and calm
A world above us
Or a world below
A sort of fullness
We overflow
Something I wrote a while back but couldn't find an exact date for. The last two lines I finished yesterday or the day before.
KM Aug 2013
When I awoke I sat alone
Goodness me that's a large mushroom
Or have a gotten small once more
All I can recall was a mist of blue
Surrounding my eyes
Choking my lungs
I'm late for a very important date
It's my drug of choice but it controls me
Though I lie to myself
And say I have it under my will
I crave my tea-of-tears
I'm late for a very important date
And I feel so large today
Larger than my house
Goodness me curiouser and curiouser
We'll never dry off this way
Nothing seems right anymore
Why am I always too tall
Or just too small
I can never fit quite right
Will I ever fit anywhere
I'm so alone
I just want to find my way home
But this is home
This new wonderful land
The key isn't on the table anymore
I have it right here
In my pocket
It's been there the entire time
I don't guide my own steps though
Forever lost looking for home
These people here are simply mad
Bonkers
'Round the bend
This must be where I belong
Home amongst the curious
The mad
My own asylum
Built in my mind
My very own
Home
8/27/2013
KM Aug 2013
I've written a few stanzas
We can call it a poem
But none of it will flow
It all sounds so dumb

How ironic the timing,
My inspiration has gone
I miss my recent dream
I hope it's not away for long

But when it returns to me
I hope it has found
What it was looking for
So we can stay on the ground

I promise I'm patient
I can wait a long while
Doesn't mean I won't miss
Your handsome smile

Just friends, you say?
I can do that, ***
I just want you in my life
No pressure, just fun

And if you come back to me
Saying you want more
That's okay with me too
I just want what God has in store
8/27/2013
KM Aug 2013
#52
Bottle it up                                                               ­ 
Like tears in an hour glass

Hide it away                                                        
Like the skeletons in the closet

Keep it quiet                                                
Like the secrets between you

Let it build                                          
Those walls around your heart

Cover it up                                
The scars you hid for so long

Ignore it now                    
So it can fester and putrefy

Let it break                              
Even though you swore it wouldn't

Let it be                                              
Even if it's just for the time being

Let it flourish                                              
Because you know it's going to

Give it time                                                          
I promise it's worth the wait

Let it go                                                               ­     
It's not always in your hands

Open it up                                                          
So your wounds can breath

Risk it soon                                                
Because sometimes you need to take action

Take it now                                        
Because not everythings given to you


A delicate balance must be held
Between knowing when to wait
And when you need to work for it.
It's easy to say you cannot control
When you don't know what to do.
Things are given to us, rarely
Without risks you get nothing.
Fear and history make us cautious
But we can't let them control us
8/27/2013 This poem is a mess. Sorta like my brain right now.
KM Aug 2013
My beautiful mother just called me
And said so kindly, "her little pyro"
But oh if only she had a clue
Of the fire that burns within me also

Sometimes it's a subtle mellow flame
And other times a forest fire rages
My sweltering heart cannot be touched
Except for with him, the fire disengages

For so long the fire inside me was kindled
Burning up the things that upset me
I never saw the affect it had on what I loved
Till I was worn thin and my fire let me free

I was all burnt up and left charred from my faults
When a refreshing rain cloud hovered nearby
No hatred, guilt, fear or sadness was left upon me
And suddenly that rain cloud was my entire sky
8/23-24/2013
KM Aug 2013
The ocean never gets exhausted,
So it tries to ware down the shore,
Sand always keeps strong against the tide.

The sun weights heavy on the surface
As it smiles and shines, despite this
The ocean never gets exhausted.

People come and they always go
Hellos are fun, but goodbyes hurt
So it tries to ware down the shore.

Storms start far off the beach
They build till they affect the surf, but
Sand always keeps strong against the tide.
Another one from my ocean set 3/25/2013 (yes I did write all of them in one day, most exhausting day ever. 8 poems for a final project for school).
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