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kyle Aug 2017
the asphalt was unlevel, the steps in my path divided, my own two feet played against one another.

the grass is greener on the left.
the grass is gone on the right.

cars continued on, the inconsistent studders in my step scaring them to the other lanes;
the inane ability to see life lose its value formed, the heart in totality from all hearts, to have darkness in day...

the grass was greener on the left.
she asked if i really am surrounded by that much toxicity as she contaminated my conscious
  Aug 2017 kyle
Emily Dickinson
46

I keep my pledge.
I was not called—
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee—
By Daisy called from hillside—
by Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I—
Her oath, and mine—
Will surely come again.
kyle Aug 2017
scales and strings, silly sounding wooden things,
where words don't have weight,
shadows and secrets scurry off the stage;

plucked to the rhythm of the soul,
a story that words had never told.
  Aug 2017 kyle
Em MacKenzie
You said you wanted to play a round of Sorry,
but that you didn't know the game,
instead you used Pictionary to draw for me,
but every scribbled messaged looked the same.

You said you related to Snakes and Ladders,
I guess because you like to go up and down.
You hope that I fall off and my leg shatters,
and the snakes eat me on the ground.

So go on and roll the dice, pretend to take a chance,
so go on and play nice, I know you've mastered that dance.
We don't need anyone else to play,
the two of us can share the blame.
So what do you say? Let's play another board game.

You suggested next Monopoly, your greed would help you win,
I think you just wanted to beat me, then wanted to rub it in.
I asked if you liked Risk, though strategy was never my strength,
your "no" came out very brisk, you never liked games of length.

You said you would love a round of Battleship,
I guess so you could shoot and bring me down,
watching me sink within my crypt,
right until I reached the ground.

So go on and roll the dice, pretend to take a chance,
we can play the same one twice, you'll keep your winning stance.
We can do it all your way, rules can keep things too tame,
so what do you say? Let's play another board game.

As a child your favourite game was Trouble,
but not because you're a living cliche,
you claim you liked to pop the bubble,
hoping each time it would break away.
kyle Aug 2017
i want to love you.
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