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Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Shake, shiver, die,
heal wounds, cry,
blank, cold, alone,
myself, I, none.

Dark, blind, damage,
pain, hate, love,
sigh, stare, think,
fear, age, poor

Struggle, cage,
mirror, face,
empty soul,
worry, goal

Far, trapped, stuck,
long awaited luck,
courage, despair,
not there.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
I live in land of misery,
hoping I will soon break free,
unlocking with a magic key,
the many things that I will see.

Friends will come through thick and thin,
making sure that we will win,
to escape we will soar high,
by taking rainbows to the sky.
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
Paper stars and hearts,
Decisions made by day,
Prolonging the depart,
Searching for a way.

Still following the path,
My fate laid for me,
Living through the past,
Unlocking with the key.

The long desired course,
The truth comes to pass,
Nothing could be worse,
If you let it last.

The light shines ahead,
The darkness left behind,
Many tears will shed,
Of many different kinds.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Fate has brought me to place unknown,
I follow wherever the wind has blown,
twirling about like a leaf in the air,
wandering so free, without a care.

Cornered by thoughts that torture me,
wondering how they could have come to be,
life's horrors, the pains, and the such,
driving me crazy, for it is too much

I reach the hill, up to the top,
at the peak is where I stop,
over the horizon for miles I see,
is everything the way it should be?

Paranoia consumes my thoughts,
dries up my spirit as if in a drought,
I scream to the sky, no one can hear
the pain, the suffering, the outburst of fear

Hopes, dreams, consumed within,
I watch as the bright light grows dim.  
Myself and the darkness have both  become one,
by the end of the day -- transformation done.

Lightning strikes, thunder roars.  
Light can exist no more.  
Children of the night come out to play.  
Welcome, those who have gone astray.
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
So much to hide,
Hurt inside,
So much to show,
Nowhere to go.

Knowledge none,
Mind on the run,
Flowing down,
Always a frown.

Full of shame,
Nothing to gain,
Hold in pain,
Try to refrain.

Hear the call,
Can't stop the fall,
Losing pace,
Feel disgraced.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Fifty women,
Fifty brides,
Fifty girls,
Fifty lives.

Running away
from fifty men,
wanting to escape
the marriage pen.

Don't want cages,
Wanting love.
Fifty men chasing
from the chopper above.

Like a S.W.A.T. team,
hunting down,
fifty brides
in their wedding gowns.

Brides make an oath,
they make a pact,
A lust for blood
in the wedding act.

Hearts are hard,
time is now,
**** them all,
make no vows.
This poem was written for a school project.  It describes the play "Big Love".
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
Listing along aimlessly,
Trying to find a direction,
Heart hurting, not helping
in knowing where to go.

Words from all sides,
Steering me one way or another,
But I end up driving drunk,
An erratic mess on the road.

Swerving to avoid the obstacles,
But I know I'm going to crash,
When and where lies a mystery,
But it'll ******* hurt.

I keep on truckin' alone,
Unable to bear the responsibility,
Of taking down others with me,
Even though I know that's what'll happen.

No one comes out alive,
In the road that is my mind,
It's a dangerous, winding road,
One best traversed with care.
Kristin Vislocky Oct 2011
Do I really belong in this world?
I am here, but I'm not.
You see me with your own eyes
But am I really a part of this?

I'm rejected by all, connected with none
I'll still be here when everything is done.

Take me home with you
Maybe that's where I'll fit in
Welcome to my world
Everything exists within

I sigh, I cry, I am physically real
Mentally so, it is as if though
I'm gone, and everything around me as well

My soul is seen within my eyes
The color reflects the mood
Silver to black, green to blue
The eyes will always hold what's true...
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
One.
Is home,  good boy,  too good for you.

Two.
Next door, doctor, married, five kids.

Three.
Visits every Sunday, doctor, married, five kids.

Four.
Cherub and sweet, tender, joined the Church.
...Splat.

Five.
Businessman, wrong people.
...Splat.

Six.
Married a German girl.
...Splat.

Seven.
Left for America.
...Splat.

Took Eight
to America.
...Splat

Came back for Nine
in America.
...Splat.

Ten.
Politician... oh well.
...Splat.

Eleven
Soap opera star, not killing people.

Twelve.
Love affairs, bad marriage, gets into fights.
...Good men are hard to find.

Thirteen.
Rides motorcycles, movie actresses, parties.
...He's my baby.
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
These thoughts I'm starting to think,
And again, I'm beginning to sink,
Into that self-destructive place,
Every moment my mind starts to race.

There hasn't been a moment's peace,
Where my head has been at ease,
Destructive, socially inept,
Feeling like there's nothing left.

Trapped again in a dark void,
Trying my best to avoid,
Stumbling, nowhere to go,
Pushing emotion far below

Making attempts to share,
Doing what I can to know they care,
It's just that, no matter what I do,
I'll always feel I have me, not you.
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
I never felt so bad,
This hurt and pain I feel,
It makes me everyday
want to leave this world.

This feeling of being crushed
under the weight of sorrow,
The ongoing destitution
The mental destruction.

Homeless, unwanted,
Heartless beings.
Searching for a place
to find my heart's solace.

****** to search
to find my potential.
Carried off in isolation --
My heart is alone.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Walk for thought,
actions fought,
don't know what,
I should ought
...to do.

Lives at stake,
got to make,
no mistakes,
all heartaches
....are through.
Kristin Vislocky Jul 2012
Circles and circles,
Tightly wound,
Trapped enslavement,
Tightly bound.

Stoke the fire,
Pave the way,
Hiding passion,
Run away

Cold and empty,
Heart of pain,
Crying inward,
Tear stained.

Embracing cold,
Pillows held,
Marks of wear,
****** bed

Sweet remorse,
Under masks,
Bitter hearts,
Daunting tasks

Pairs of eyes,
Crossroad track,
Sorrow-made,
Glittered cracks.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Lonely and alone,
cold like a stone,
coarse like the sand
rubbing across your hand.

I don't know why
I feel what I feel,
one minute I cry
and my heart's about to peel.
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
Devil, demon,
in my heartache,
wakened dream,
wakened nightmare.

Lost I wander,
alone again,
craving love,
craving beauty.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Taking to the air.
Clouds.
Hope.

Waiting for a moment.
Walking the distance.
Gonna smile now.
What else is there?
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Darkened skies ripped by streaks,
Hearts melted by humid heat
and sorrowful longings,
putrid stench the soul of your mind,
an eyesore for the blind.

A song for the deaf to hear,
the power of an eye of truth,
the shoreline receding,
indication of a tide of lonely.

Dawn approaching but yet so far,
the sun a speck of starlight,
the moon a fading face,
the gray of misty vapor,
the symbol of a mindless venture.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Weep in sorrow for me,
for I am the child of fear.
The heart of love for the fetal home
has turned into ice and stone.

And now I run.
And now I roam.
And now I travel
to a new home.

I will be missed and
I'll miss all.
But I have to go
before I fall.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Reborn.
Rebirth.
The sun begins to shine,
the clouds are lifting.

The heart may ache still,
but there's promise,
there's hope left,
a prayer answered.

Undergo
a significant change,
the errors forgivable now.
Don't need the help,
don't need the professional.

Good changes.
Looking forward
not behind.
Everything is set ahead.
The future is promise.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Found out your hidden past --
Know my whole background,
Sometimes it just
Kills me.

Look back with no memory,
stories and journals
reveal hidden.

So ****** up,
drugs and alcohol.
Infidelity.
Revenge.

The perfect concoction.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Loss hits hard.
Thoughts begin again.
Late night attempt.
Insomniac attack.

No laughter heard.
No joy sounded.
No smile seen.
No tears fall.

Exanimation at its best.
Not depressed,
Not sad,
Not happy, nor mad.
Just Dead.

These are the times to dread the most.
Rather than feel,
You die inside.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Where do I begin?
Certainly can not from the beginning
Enter the darkness again
Exile from the light.

Stay in my infantile thoughts,
My selfish whims,
My horrid delights.
That's what I'll do.

Go back to your silent reverence.
I'll go back to mine.

You want hidden?
I'll be hidden.

You want to be silent?
So will I.
Kristin Vislocky May 2012
Ever felt light and shadow all at once?
Ever felt darkness and day at the same time?
Ever had every feeling of every emotion you can imagine
bottled up inside?

Understand the feeling is incomprehensible,
it is non-understandable,
it is unfathomable,
unquestionably surreal.

Death and life thoughts together,
oceans and thunderstorms,
coarse and smooth,
fluffy and rough.

All of those at once,
who knows how to handle it?
Who knows how to control it?
Who knows how to rein it in?
Kristin Vislocky Mar 2012
Lost, lost,
Gone to the dogs.
The ever present state of betrayal and intention.

What do I do?
What do I do?
How do I make this all seem like something that will go away?
Bring me some peace.

Hopeless, hopeless,
That's how it all seems.
That's how it all goes.
The invisible wall in front of my face.

The need, the want,
For justice. For clarity.
The past and the present  
One and the Same.

Bringing forth the claim.
Bringing forth the pain.

How do you want me to aim?
Kristin Vislocky Jun 2012
I have a wish to ask,
It has been a dream,
It is not a task
as big as it may seem.

The wish I want to be,
a wonder, soaring high,
the beauty of the sea,
the dreamer of the sky.

The wish I have is right,
to be with all my friends,
we fight with all our might
to stay together to the end.

This is what I see,
this is what I hear,
this is what it's going to be,
I will not shed a tear.

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