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496 · Sep 2014
RAN, RUNNING, RUN
KB Sep 2014
Ruby red converse
Rust coloured jacket
With the collars pulled down to
Expose your collarbones
The freshly painted ink engraving
Is stark against your skin
Once again you’ve proved that
You can commit to art
Yet not to another soul
Looking for the reasoning behind
The ways your eyes turn to amber
Liquid every time you’re scared
You kept those secrets in a box
Labeled in green sharpie with
DO NOT LET THE SUN TELL WHY
Every time I see you,
On occasion at our bus stop
The one where we traded coffees
And shared donuts
I reach up to adjust the
Scarf around my neck
You kissed the spot above
My neck bone with too much
Stardust on your lips
Now in scattered letters
It spells out your name and
I can’t have people knowing
That you were once my rain
On a dessert land
Dry for days
The wet came with rescue
Ladders in the late afternoons
I aligned myself with
Treetops caressing leaves
And far too many thorns
Live with me again
Show me what its like not
To be sunless on the
Floweriest 11 a.m. mornings
My friends started asking
Why there is only one pair
Of shoes by the door
Instead of two
I tell them the speed
One walks at is ever changing
And not to marathon wearing
Stars on your feet
492 · Mar 2015
White Pillows
KB Mar 2015
The sun is about to rise again
And I'm on the run
Swallowing black coffee
Holding white shoes
The horizon never comes any closer
No matter how many buildings I smash inwards
Or how many pieces of glass glint off the ground
Because once the check marks in the sky start sinking
And the sun shines so hard you see stars in the purple sky
I'm drowning under sheets of paint and paint and paint
And no amount of brushstrokes could bring me home
458 · Feb 2015
Untitled
KB Feb 2015
in my nightmares you sport black shirts with the collars rolled up and red sleeves for misunderstood stories. i have silver chains and a purple heart because of swallowed rocks and sold out moons that melt when the galaxies start exploding. at 2:47am we went out for coffee at that cheap gas station store and left the cliffs to the colours of an April sunrise. "the bird's eye still doesn't see everything" you said, and its stamped on my cheekbones. every time red blooms through the sky i see roadmaps to Windsor where those playground swings still reach for more of our memories but eventually they get burned down too
KB Feb 2015
Pacific seas hold diamonds in their palms but one time I had a race with a tiger and saw melting rubies hidden in these forests littered with letters of lies engraved into tree trunks, thank God we wrote ours on leaf veins and never thought twice about forever even when remembering 10:34 am and raspberry yogurt breakfasts, do your headphones still drill you the same stories drowned in beats? I named eclipses after you and the stars started shining brighter, the sound of your name makes me lighter and I see sparks, forget nostalgia even when it is 12:07 am and I forget what it’s like to have a heartbeat float in silver petals falling from the colours in your ever changing eyes. You brought the feeling of gold so pardon me when I can't swim in pacific waters.
KB May 2015
you talked like you inked the water green, maybe its sparkles came from the ones in your eyes, that explains the darkness that replaced your pupils in a deep rich purple, when did the fences become so tall that we stopped bothering to climb them, did it bother you that the iron was coated in hard red glass, when we passed by the breakfast diner at 3:42am eight nights ago it shook you up how much freedom you've yet to use up and that's the same reason you left later that morning without packing up anything but a bag of m&ms; and your favourite navy blue travelling blanket, the one with the corner snagged on all the glistening dreams dripping with untreated finality we've yet to accomplish and horror stories by campfires lit to radiate up the dimmest nights, the fact that your silver coated camera is still sitting on your bed says a lot about where you're headed but the fact that the neon frozen yogurt sign is illuminating bright against the ink of the night says a lot about how i'm coping even when my tires are screeching and my legs are bleeding metals you didn't tell me about because our time wasn't spent timed right, the water's turning blue and it shines, not sparkles anymore, i'm climbing fences again so often my hands and knees are bruised yellow and brown, i don't eat breakfast anymore and i'm everything but free but the photos on your camera roll are of apologies, caramel constellations and citrus fruits all in the forms of lies and truths and promises
KB Mar 2015
the moon doesn't glow so how am i supposed to find my way in the dark even though you left behind maps, a trail of white chocolate chips and all the reasons to wash away the lemon cosmos in my palms like the answers to endless cigarette butts and empty parking lots, its like riding a carousel but my head's on fire and its snowing but the flakes are burning, this winter is shaking with anger and flashbacks from the past that don't dissolve into fresh starts, i drink three glasses of milk every day and walk a lot instead of running but i wish time would fly faster, i've been on this plane for days the sun's about to rise but its imperfect and the clouds are melting
421 · Apr 2014
Calligraphic Writing
KB Apr 2014
If you open your eyes,
Hopefully you'll see more
Than the way the moon leans
To light your face in the mirror,
And notice why it does
Instead.
And all the reasoning
For the dust in your eyes
Will be replaced with
Calligraphic writing
As beautiful as the glinting ways
Of the sun on ice.
Who needs to wear skates now, right?
KB May 2015
-look at the sky more often, it puts your day into perspective so that all the burn marks you thought were going to be blue holes in your skin feel like galaxies instead; the sky's taken up your problems so that you have none and you're still crying about a 56 on your science test, one that won't matter in the long run.
-drink water, flush out all the worries and fears and bad vibes with each swallow, you're not eating rocks for dinner anymore. you're flowing with so many ideas and thoughts and talents inside, make sure you don't drown them.
-fold your collars back down, you can keep your guard up using the bones in your neck but you're strong enough to withstand a little wind here and there. maybe you don't need the practice anymore but the sun while shine on you anyway like the moon still keeps watch and eventually you'll have nothing to be wary of fighting about
415 · Nov 2014
52 ELECTRIC WIRES
KB Nov 2014
Quarters spill from my pockets
Contrary to the ways my lies never do
The thickness in lemonade cuts my tongue
& The edges from freshly broken pieces
Try to dissect the 36 syllables in
Your words strung together
By bare teeth and neon truths only the
Moon’s craters ever get to hear,
I'm here but I'm not the gold of the
Moon, I'm a spinning solar system
& You are all the orange waves in the
Oceans breathing life into cold stillness
Still I can't swim because I refuse the
Possibility to drown
But I don’t need water to feel like
I'm sinking & these coins make me heavy
Like your name make me light
How can I be planets when your
Eyes are silver galaxies
KB Sep 2014
1.You run fire though your hands as if
a. Water never scared you
b. You could free anyone
c. Chains were meant to be shattered
2. Baby glue your heart back together first
3. You once caressed every star in the palm of your hand
4. Now you won’t even look at the sky
5. I see leftover debris on your shoulders
6. Small moons swim in your eyes
7. You think sunlight will never ring the doorbell
8. Or glint on your doorstep
9. But I planed enough trees on your lawn
10. That the sun will have to show up at some point soon
11. Wear your shirts a little looser
12. The rustic patterns are starting to fall off slowly
13. Let them; they’re only stitched up stories from the past
14. Ones you refused to sling over your shoulder and trash
15. Baby start taking out the trash
KB Oct 2014
Keep your tears in
They collect on the pavement
With the rain
Like alphabet soup
They form
Letters with the potential
To make sense and form
Words but are too
Lost and mixed up
Whereas my tea sits in silence
And doesn’t have to
Speak to know that
You don’t want to talk
398 · Jul 2014
Untitled
KB Jul 2014
You can't touch graffiti, especially when it's mine
Freedom of speech, freedom of thoughts, fine.
But when it comes to art you turn the other cheek
Not trying to look gangster, thats not the way I see
It's just a way of expression, letting things out
But when you come along to see it, you yell and you shout
Leave the artist be if you can't appreciate their works
Don't visit galleries but if you take art down, it hurts
Paint, glue, paper and a steady hand is all it takes
But stencilling ideas on walls takes courage; its not fake
Always wanting everyone to follow rules, but who's rules are those?
******* creativity out of kids in school, but without petals its not a rose
Open your minds, see that you're not the most right
You have a status in society, so the rest of us don't see the light?
There's nothing more than a human wants than to be understood
And not just if they're broken, depressed or from the hood
Everyone needs a way out from their heads
This form of art keeps their sanity well-fed.
Guess what I found cleaning out my papers the other day? LOL this is so old :')
397 · Jan 2015
7:01 pm
KB Jan 2015
Door’s open, walk into a hallway to cinnamon scents
And broken candies scattered on the table
I felt all your rays beneath the beats that brought me home
Back to gas fire places and engraved wooden floors
In these panels you kept secrets that telephone calls cannot decode
And we’re thunderstorms again
Through letters and postage stamps you learned that
Bones and old maps of veins don’t like being set on fire
In waters made of dust particles and stale sunshine
You could be planting exit signs on the stones you trip over
And the words you burn under your tongue
Silver coated and kissed with burning coal
You missed a step but this is your firewood
Just remember to take your lighter with you the next time you leave
397 · Sep 2014
Watch
KB Sep 2014
I was never told how I was to grow
I was never told which heart to sew
Grow up strong; grow up weak.
Grow up happy; grow up weeping.
Strong heart, hard face
Run faster, you're in a race.
What if every word that flew out of your mouth
Was written on your skin.
I'll tell you, they're engraved in me.
On every wall within
These words are not boomerangs,
You can't ever have them back.
But these words are boomerangs,
They will be thrown at your back.
389 · Mar 2015
i'm forgetting to count
KB Mar 2015
caged in the kind of eyes that make you think twice about the colour of swollen leaf veins, you're swimming in dangerous waters that could tear apart the metals in your blood. whoever told you that big breakfasts were good for you was not lying, but they did not mean bowls of fear and slices of anger with rebellion spreads, you're swallowing emotions i could easily caress for you but the touch of anything other than ink on your skin is harmful to your blue sensitivity. understand that no one is out to hurt you but the thoughts you've help come out of their raw jails, and understand that there are laws for criminals like these. who doesn't know that you've never been one to follow the system but there are flames under your skin burning colours of the sky so why cant you escape, why cant you escape, why cant you run.
388 · May 2015
THREE WAYS HOME
KB May 2015
Racing cars and blinding lights
On the corner of the street
After you came home last night
The kitchen clock stopped
Working at 9:30 pm
You were covered in tomorrow
Morning’s melodies and
August’s warmth but the
Carelessness in your eyes
Glowed more like February
When we had raspberries
For breakfast two weeks
Straight and you bought
New khaki pants because
Dad wanted you to
We had boundaries linked
With the ink of a pen
And wings that belonged
To red birds but we were
Still free and now all that’s
Left is the taste of sour
Apples and honey and old
Photographs tinted with
Mustard colours on the
Edges stacked in the
Bookcases covered with
Sparkling dust and crackling
Leaves I wish you left the
Constellations threaded
In your palmed still stitched
386 · Jan 2015
shadows will carry us home
KB Jan 2015
I can find the morning in your light,
Yesterday the shore disappeared from the palm of my hands
You told me flowers only grow on soil and dirt
But there are gardens growing on the
Insides of your rib cages under the sun that only
Rises but refuses to set, your eyes encompass the
Elegance that never leaves the stars and guides
Constellations back to their origins, you carry
Warmth in the lowest of hazy nights on the
Tips of your fingers where galaxies have been
White before they turn to dust
I swam through a green ocean and
Landed on your shore
Your scent still lingers through smoke
Even water could not drown me the way
Your words do
Melting far more marshmallows than
I can carelessly burn
379 · Sep 2014
WHERE IS THE SHORE
KB Sep 2014
Towers popping out of holes and gaps and
Missing parts of time like
They were built from lemon juice and
All the right clock pieces
Really they’re salty regrets from the
Seconds we carefully lost
In silver keys and gold buttons
Engulfing most of the trees we
Attempted to plant
If you give artificial
You do not receive authentic
So even the most opaque ebony nights
Won’t knock on your window
When all you caused were transparent
Plastic tasting [blue purple clouds]
362 · Jan 2019
sept 9th, 9:04pm
KB Jan 2019
i tie and retie my hair w the same scrunchie that you gave me 5.6 years ago hoping your cinnamon eyes will return my gaze but the purple clouds at sunrise can't and won't blow out the fire in my bones fast enough to look away, the railing on our front porch is falling apart for the first time since we bought this haunted place but I don't have the guts to get out my silver hammer and whack the nails back into place the way you carry around a loaded heart & never hit my love out of bounds, but still past the field where we used to play baseball as kids, the same bases that I fell for something about you in black & white nights red lipstick stains & dainty gifts, we didn't need to watch fireworks every 1st of July because we had sparks inside of us but we did anyway, I'm not sure why, & it was till 2:13 every night that you still had me on your mind till the next phone call in off white and spearmints green
355 · May 2015
THINGS TO REMEMBER III
KB May 2015
Rings made of copper and gold run circles around your eyes as if beauty actually is in the eye of the beholder but truth is, all parts of you have the same splendour.
- You're tired like watery flames and you're the water to a thirsty fire but you never extinguish anyone out; you love and love and love so they build and build and build for the brighter shine of a galaxy in its turn
- Gliding around broken ice you never made the shards smaller and sharper but got your paintbrushes and smoothly stroked the glittering colour back into the fading atmosphere, did you use acrylics or oils?
- You are white construction in its best light and everyone wants to hold the bricks that you put next to gleaming cement for those who need help climbing, even if you’re scared of heights (but you’re not scared of falling)
331 · Oct 2014
Untitled
KB Oct 2014
I really did sit there pulling out brick after brick
When I was told that there are stories in every masterpiece
I'm on the 67th story and yet I see the same words engraved in every piece:
One doesn’t break someone down to build themselves up
One doesn’t light fires just to smell the smoke
And one doesn’t close themselves off so someone else can search for them.
320 · Feb 2019
Orange Straw, Thank-You
KB Feb 2019
coffee shops & cafe chatter, grey blue skies & Pinkberry yogurt in cups shared over a good read & a hot coffee, there's soft music playing in the background that makes me almost feel bad about dragging out a simple commission too long, there are two groups of female friends talking about academics, my best friend is beautiful + makes me feel so soft for life, so patient & so sure that good things happen to good people, for good people, & sometimes it takes a brain + a heart to realize that outside of Odyssey pages & 23% battery left on a cellphone that never stops buzzing, I remembered citrus vibes again, which brought back the sun for a second cup, tied to a mural on the wall w our names on it & iced vanilla cold brew coffee, one small & one medium please
feb 11th 5:05pm
319 · Aug 2014
Lost
KB Aug 2014
Begin anywhere.
Like on the sands with names of missing people engraved on them with blood.
Like on the drones with deceit and disaster dripping down them like a flood.
Like on the ashes of burned down homes, lost dreams and no childhood.
Your days go by too fast for you to give one simple care,
Are all the happenings around you fair?
For the kid on the road, is there a dollar you can spare?
Tell me that the old sand on the path outside your house
Didn’t whisper to you the stories of those days
When bombs would be bells,
The moon’s light wished you well,
You’d get up every time you fell
And this wouldn’t be a life with so much hell.
The smell of phosphorous and fire were not supposed to greet my sister today,
The sight of dead flesh, empty eyes and red burns were told
To remain on the TV screen only,
So what are they doing kneeling in front of my people’s eyes?
I never saw the ocean as just blue,
But today the rush of water only brings me brown and black
As I remember that hundreds of people die from contaminated waters every hour.
As I remember that some people have to walk miles just to get water,
As I remember that I am much more than someone chained to the lies of the media.
The government is wicked, so wicked is dominant.
But they forgot iron bars wouldn’t even stop me from my prominent
Ways.
There are seeds that were planted in me long ago chanting about
Freedom and justice, happiness, love and bliss.
That and this.
Because every time I looked to the ground I saw clouds dripping with mercury and ugly flowers
Smelled metallic rust reeking air as cities burned
As fire glinted off my mother’s skin and smoked thanks because
At least she was alive.
I could
Break it, stretch it, bend it, crush it, crack it, and fold it,
All these facts yet we just keep stacking it.
Dollar bills and coins affect people like poetry,
But words are not items you can buy.
And why do we have to
Muster courage,
Just to say hi.
314 · Sep 2014
Untitled
KB Sep 2014
Letters scribbled down on
Paper as the pen engraves its mark
Even when it leaves the paper
The colours remain
The shapes linger
You tore the clouds from
Their places in the sky
While the purples, blues
And pinks bled
Like red lipstick marks on tissue
Stamps on new bought
Postcards that stick where
They are stuck by flying through
Time, countries and air that
Smell like metal and lemons
But the colours couldn’t show
What thunder and dirt
Showed up under the
Doorstep when you
Decided to walk away
And no matter how many daisies
I watered and loved and caressed,
My veins will forever be painted with
Rotting petals
Discoloured leaves
Like old sunsets
And falling telephone wires
Those do not leave
Even when they are left
I will shine the broken glass
And wash the buried fire
To me you’re still home.
300 · Sep 2014
things to remember
KB Sep 2014
Find outlets when you are sad or angry.
- You never did well when you wanted to talk and no one save the craters in the moon would listen.
- I’d have to walk, sneakers thumping on the main road into 3am putting your shoulders back into place.
- The stardust on your nose was almost gone and your smile out of place.
- Who stitched your words shut without threading through the electricity you exert in the carefully thought out letters when they shine volumes on all the little things that make you see solar systems in coral oceans?
- I love any excuse to hold you, reminiscent of the nights I crave the coldest ice-cream, we buy two scoops, and you let it drip down your warm hands after holding the cone too long without licking off the excess that craves you more than mountains wish for valleys even at the highest peaks
- When you’re looking towards the red of the sky and talking of answers that to me taste like blue dreams and fears that make me envision yellow stop lights blocking off speeding trains on the corner of Freedrive and Bluckoren Lane next to the corner store, rope stitches hold my heart in puzzled rows while I figure out how to piece you together
- But I can’t fix people, though 4am can only try.
286 · Sep 2014
Untitled
KB Sep 2014
Try calling me again
And see what voicemail
Greets you this time
I change it up
Each time you ring
To prove that I’m not stable
Never your rock
Always a moving shoreline
Trying to get away from the sand
That holds it in place
Never a tree
Rather the blowing leaves on it
Rustling lack of comfort
Falling when the air turns grey
Full of carelessness
Empty of passion
272 · Sep 2014
Add Age
KB Sep 2014
Could you tell?
That the air one night didn’t smell like purple daises
But rather orange melons
Or how the dust on your bones was starting to melt
Even the way the glint of the moon was once stark white and showed me the ways of the staircase up to old castles studded with green vines and rotting stories
And now only threw me the keys to the doors underneath the grass in the backyard to show me the way down
Hoarding wooden panels and abandoned notes
So I could stop climbing and start wondering
Could you tell at all?
How the rhythm of the beat of the night
Turned from black to metallic
And you didn’t even blink an eye
So when time broke all barriers
And oceans evaporated
You were still blind
You don’t want to grow up.
253 · Jan 2019
w/out sprinkles or syrup
KB Jan 2019
I'm back to filling old notebooks again, words strung together loosely while the sky turns blue w new time the way you add sprinkles to your vanilla ice-cream but dislike the same thing w donuts, you say the hold in the middle should be filled yet boston cream is too heavy; was my heart too big to carry or was the neon sign that read 'sweetheart' too bright for your soul to read; I know you've been climbing broken fences again till your knees are bleeding silver gold black brown and blue but you hide it so well w no cracks in your smile & no remorse in the same way you leave every morning at 10:11am before eggs and pancakes

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