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Apr 2013 · 419
Poets
KM Apr 2013
Slow down, take a breath,
You don't have to push the words out religiously.
Each poem you write,
Is a delicate enchantment of your heart and soul.
Treat them with care.
Be gentle, be harsh, let your words flow out of you.
But never force.
Forced words end in corrupt ideals and rocky reading.
Slow down, take a breath,
You don't have to push the word out religiously.
4/25/13
Just a thought.
Apr 2013 · 506
My Dear Girl
KM Apr 2013
And this is for a young woman
Whom I love more than most.
Who shows kindness to all,
Even the ones who boast.

She's patient and loving,
And quiet and sweet.
She's a flower so beautiful,
Her red petals so neat.

Humble and forgiving,
She won't hate her foe.
She's strong within Christ,
And she conquers sorrow.

For now I shall stop,
Though I could go on for days.
I can see it already,
She'll blush at this praise.
4/25/13
Yes, babe, this is about you.
Apr 2013 · 4.0k
Daisy
KM Apr 2013
In the middle of the forest,
There is a little sun,
Like a dream of every florist,
It’s shine, the night begun.

Hidden in the glowing walls,
Of moon lit petals,
A young star at her night fall,
Within, the heart settles.

A bee who finds sweet pollen,
Hiding with the evening star,
On the emerald ion,
Gazing at the earth’s quasar.
Wrote this with a friend of mine about a year ago.
Apr 2013 · 628
Before I Even Knew
KM Apr 2013
The soft sunlight began penetrating the lining of the green and white tent as the sweet smell of oatmeal cooking over the fire lingered towards her. He woke up early just so he could surprise her, which wasn't an easy feat since she was the girl that woke with the sun. Before climbing out of the tent, she bundled up in one of his grey hoodies. As she reached the morning air she closed her bright eyes and inhaled deeply. You could almost breathe in the fog that morning. In that moment of pure peace and silence, other than the crack of the fire, she looked down and it was as if that early autumn chill in the air was cut but the warmth of his smile and the love in his eyes, all dedicated to her. She sat down on the tie dye fleece blanket they made last summer. He had coffee ready, blankets, food, he thought of everything. She warmed her toes by the fire as he finished cooking breakfast. “Good morning princess” he laughed, but she zoned out, staring into the flames. Happy, content, home. That was it! She finally found her home, he was all she ever wanted and needed. Home. Something about “good morning” suddenly reached her ears and pushed through the softly buzzing thoughts. “I love you” she smiled back. Colors appeared more vibrant, the air felt fresher, and love finally seemed real.
I wrote this probably.. 6 months ago? Just a little something I whipped up. It's how I've always pictured my honeymoon. Camping for a while.
Apr 2013 · 420
An Unnamed Poem
KM Apr 2013
As the time keeps growing,
The pain keeps flowing,
I miss him so much,
I just want to feel his touch.

I dream of him,
Does he dream of me?
I can't wait till the day,
When his face again I shall see.

Promises are just words,
Unless the have actions.
Words so easy to say,
Things so hard to make happen.
Something I wrote in 2009.
Apr 2013 · 691
Four Stanzas
KM Apr 2013
Well goodness me here is a poem for thee
My heart my mess in four stanzas or less.
They'll all be from me oh no down to three
Not much to confess not much left to guess.

It may sound like dung and is rolls off my tongue
Don't take this as pressure my darling sweet treasure.
Sweet words we have sung and in the clouds we hung
You are my hearts greatest pleasure to an infinite measure.

Not yet will we start for unready is the heart
Patiently we will wait till our time and our date.
Though we're apart we are music we are art
Love isn't a weight and should not frustrate.

Well I am okay with this and I will wait for my kiss
I don't mind being a friend and not the one which you depend
On this line I will use the word bliss but not with remiss
Writing you poems might turn into a trend but for this one right here this is the end.
4/23/13
Did you find the hidden message?
Apr 2013 · 700
Another One For You
KM Apr 2013
I'm so upset with you, and what you've done,
Maybe it's not about you but about me.
I'm upset for letting you change who I was,
I didn't even know what was happening.

Not till I talked with him did I see it,
I didn't see how you changed my personality.
Now every time he says he's going to a friends,
I feel the need to ask who he's going to see.

Why?
It doesn't matter.
He isn't mine.
It doesn't matter.
He isn't mine.

It's insanely absurd the way you've affected me,
The way you've changed what I am.
You pretentious wretched boy, I'm so sorry.
You deserve to feel loved and special, young man.

It's not my job anymore and I don't want it back,
But why did you have to scar me before you left.
It's okay, don't worry, pinky promise I'm fine,
Because he doesn't have to say "I love you" all the time.

Why?
I already know he's mine.
He doesn't have to say it.
He already knows I'm his.
I don't have to say it.
Just venting out my feeling and aggravation in a more healthy way than usual.
Apr 2013 · 409
Coming Home
KM Apr 2013
Something about the way you said
"When I get home from work"
Made me want to be that girl
That you kiss when you're home.

And one of my favorite things
Is when we just sit quietly,
Because we don't have to talk
To be content and happy.

We don't have to ask constantly
"How are you my darling dear"
Because if one of us is hurting
We know the other will listen.

The way you and I are together
Is just better than anything I've seen
And I wouldn't trade you for the world
You and I should stick with each other.
Just a  little ranting about a friend
Apr 2013 · 1.8k
Folklore Of A Girl
KM Apr 2013
Lonely little elven girl, sitting in her yew tree seat,
Around fair lips your words do curl, in a way that's pretty and neat.
You dance and prance and shine so bright.
In beautiful circles you do twirl, you dance to your own heartbeat,
Silently you jump and whirl, the swift ease of your bare-feet.
You are the most brilliant star at night.

Traveling little mermaid, on your way to find your love,
Your heart has been remade, as you gaze at the stars above.
Swim as far as you can with daylight.
On your shoulders your hair does cascade, long and of
The softest strands it is made, more gentle than a dove.
Lay your head to rest in the moonlight.

Peaceful fair young princess, your prince will surely wait,
On your heart is a deepness, a light and heavy weight.
Close your eyes but not your sight.
The morning air holds crispness, as you silently sneak out the gate,
Run because you feel the nearness, leap in the arms of your soul-mate.
Hold your love and hold him tight.

Quite silent dreaming one, don't lose the things you admire,
Always let the imagination run, and with your heart conspire.
Let your dreams take over tonight.
Speak aloud any question, and let the answers transpire,
Inner depths have been awoken, you darling precious sapphire.
Fall in love under starlight.
4/19-21/13
Apr 2013 · 390
Old Friends; Familiar Days
KM Apr 2013
Do you ever feel so alone that you just cannot move?
And everyone you turn to
Is too busy doing this
Doing that
Too busy with their other friends
Their life
To help you when you're feeling dragged down
By the depth of your soul
And the voices in your head.
Your left to the comfort of an old friend
Whose name you forgot
Whose cold slicing embrace chills your soul.

Hold close to me
I never left
You try to bury me
Just like the rest
I will not go
With you I shall stay
I will not go
For the end of your days.
It terrifies me when something takes over my own writing.. That last stanza was not in my voice..
Apr 2013 · 415
This Ones For Edgar
KM Apr 2013
When I was fourteen years old I fell in love with a writer that could never be mine.
This is my love story for him*

Who wrote of love in a kingdom by the sea
Of a sweet sweet love named annabel lee
None other than Edgar Poe, was he
Who wrote of a kingdom by the sea

Quoth the raven, quoth the man
Who wrote in books and has so many fans
Quoth the man, quoth the raven
Who wrote of stories that broken the havens.

What a lonely spirit guiding you've become
To hold you in my arms I'll never have the pleasure
With you I wanted to turn into one
I wonder if you were ever treated like treasure.

My darling Edgar Allan Poe
My far away mystery man
You walked the earth so long ago
And they all thought you a madman.

Do not fret to read me the bridal ballad
And I quote, Oh I am so happy now
Loving you had made me delighted
But to another I have promised my vow.
4/6/13
For a man that lived long before me
That I loved like a man of present.
Apr 2013 · 1.5k
Heartfelt Distance
KM Apr 2013
I don't mean this to be sad dear,
My writing for you is from the heart.
The way you hold me closely and when
You whisper it makes this world bearable.

You make the world crisp and clear,
Our souls are together, bodies are apart.
I promise it will be soon when we shall again
Be together and our worlds stable.

I get overwhelmed when you whisper in my ear,
And the things you tell me inspire my art.
Near you I am calm, collected and zen.
You make the worst of the world tolerable.

There will come a year when we shall not shed a tear,
For the part when it's time for one of us to depart
Will become the past "then" and we will say "when"
For this distance makes us humble and we'll longer grumble.
Goodness I miss you abcd abcd abcd, aabbccdd.
Apr 2013 · 405
A Small Mistake
KM Apr 2013
I've done a bad thing my love
I've done a bad thing indeed.
I don't know what I've done
But I promise you it didn't bleed.
A scar shan't form
Save on our trust.
I'm so sorry my love
I'm so sorry I slipped up.
4 months of recovery down the drain.
KM Apr 2013
There is a little waiting room
On the second floor
Where he sits, the groom
Intently watching the door.

Being late for your wedding
Doesn't seem so awful now
The news that he is dreading,
But - it's time for the vows.

Rain rain go away, why did you take his bride today. Rain rain, return here not. For she is gone, now he will rot. A slow slow pain, consumes his soul. What a bad bad game, he's lost control.
Vein.
Pistol.
Train.
Condole.
@Mike Hauser posted some work called The Waiting Room, and this was my brains interpretation or spin off of it.
Apr 2013 · 475
People of Hello Poetry!
KM Apr 2013
Hello friends and fellow artists,
I was sitting here (my room) the other night and I had a thought about all my peers that are or have gone through self harm. It dawned on me that warm weather is coming up and a lot of you/us feel like you can’t wear shorts or short sleeves. I've noticed that there is a lot of poems about that on here, probably because us silly poets are always so emotional and feel things so strongly. I had the idea of making a video on how to cover up your scars with makeup for summer time. Though I am at a place in my life where I no longer feel the need to hide them, I know a lot of people still do (and there’s nothing wrong with that). If I could get some feedback on this I’d be really thankful! :) Much love and good vibes to you all!
I don't know why I'm posting this.. I just want to help..
KM Apr 2013
I think those who self harm
Are the most under estimated.

They are the most clever they
Are the most under rated.

So I haven't cut in a month
Are those thoughts really parted?

You said it wouldn't make a difference
Are the wedding plans thwarted?

La la la la la la la

My wounds are scars
With care they are covered

Does love really exist
With bright eyes I wondered

Finally healed and
With the clouds I have hovered

My darkest of days
With them I have sundered

La la la la la la la

Recovery is a process
But I've made it through this mess

Others say they care
But you alone I wish to impress

All this work that's come
But you rid me of stress

So far away
But you make me feel like a princess

La la la la la la la
3/26/2013
I may end up revising this later.. Feedback is appreciated!!
Mar 2013 · 2.0k
Rapunzels Parody
KM Mar 2013
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, clean up your golden hair,
For in the way is thy golden stair.
I work and I clean and I just want a rest,
Maybe a hair cut would be for the best.
A small amount, a trim and a snip,
Please my dear, I constantly trip.
For your locks are beautiful and golden and fair,
Even with a cut, still your beauty no one can compare.
Just something fun and light that I wrote for a class a few years ago.
Mar 2013 · 841
Pure Bliss
KM Mar 2013
I remember the windy day after church
We were waiting outside a resturant
For our parents to arrive.

I remember the way you held me
You kissed my lips, against a wall
Your mom was so ******.
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.

I remember the day we were home alone
We were waiting in the living room
For my parents to come home

I remember the way you held me
You kissed me and, I kissed back
They would have been so ******.
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.

I remember the Sunday in January
We were waiting so hungrily
For my parents to finish talking.

I remember the way she looked at us
She thought we were already married
Nothing that day would make us ******.
We were in pure bliss.

I remember that warm night in August
We kept being torn apart
For I was new and you were not.

I remember when we finally hung out
And when we spoke words so heartfelt
Nothing again would make us ******.
We are in pure bliss.

I remember sitting on a park bench
It was dark but I felt bright.
I remember the way you kissed me
It was imperfect but so flawless and from the heart.

I remember the taste of your lips when we pulled away and smiled under the street light. I remember after sharing out first kiss we shared a cigarette, and then we shared our hearts in a subtle secret way. You've tainted my life and all my memories are filled with you.
For Nicolas
Mar 2013 · 821
Steam Punk Pirate
KM Mar 2013
Letting your thoughts flow free
Your spirit is so kind,
I never thought my man to be
Would have such a similar mind.

I simply cannot fathom
The way you understand,
Why don’t we open an asylum
Where our world is never bland.

You delightfully inspire my soul
With the way you hold my hand,
My heart you quickly stole
And nothing has ever been so grand.

I never thought I'd be this cutesy
But they say that love is blind,
I'll always be your little gypsy
Our souls forever entwined.
March 25th 2013, one of my many poems for a friend
Mar 2013 · 353
Fearful Ladies
KM Mar 2013
We await in desperate silence for those to love us, that we first loved. Waiting for what we hope will be, what could be, and all that we've desired our entire lives. Compassion. Adoration. Comfort. Love.

She’s feeling your pressure
To get attention
In all the wrong places,
Don’t you see her?
She knows you’ll stop her
From making the wrong decision
One of the reasons she loves you,
Won't you stop her?
Stop her.
Save her.
Hold her.
Love her.
She’s getting attention
In all the wrong places.
I was just ranting one day.. For all the young women I know, and don't know, that are searching for love but getting burnt instead. Rather rough-draft-ish
Mar 2013 · 686
Clouds
KM Mar 2013
The clouds so light,
                            So fluffy
                                    So bright
There is no wrong
Nor is there a right.
                            So delicate
                                    So clean
Hues of blue
Accompanied by earths green.
                            They change
                                    They drift
Colors in shades
Colors that shift.
                            So slow
                                   So fast
Soon they must leave
This beautiful past.
A simple poem I wrote a few years back on a road trip while staring at the sky
Mar 2013 · 695
Making A Difference
KM Mar 2013
Little girl with the miss-matched socks
Who are you to think you make a difference
In someones life so they'd go that far
To end it all is a big commitment
You think you make that difference?

Little boy in the too-short jeans
She didn't mean to break you
Thought that's the way it seems
To end it all is a big commitment
You think you can handle that difference?

Best friends in the whole wide world
She said she saw him first though
A taken boy but for his attention you twirled
To end it all is a big commitment
You thought he was worth this difference?

Best guy to ever walk the earth
Who are you to feel so shattered
She left but you're allowed to feel tattered
To end all is a big commitment
You think she won't hate this difference?
My most recent writing, save one being worked on this moment.

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