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883 · Nov 2014
Mark time, Hut!
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
I raise my horn the the stand, and scream at the people that sit and stare.
I hold back my breaths, and I try not to care
About the wind that fingers and tugs at my hair.

The crowds cheer and cry, and I hold my bell high,
as I step back one, two, three-four-five
We're running out of time.

I end the note, and bring the bell down,
My feet steady and balanced on the ground,
And suddenly, the field is void of sound.

People are quiet, for a moment, before they all begin to stand
And they all cheer for our large, amazing band
I halt my row with a wave of my hand.

We gather up, straight faced, and proud
I glance forward, to look for my folk amongst the crowd
But all I see is an ocean of strangers  to enshroud
I'm thinking back to my first marching Band competition. My parents refused to show.
How loyal?
604 · Nov 2014
Questioning
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
Sunlight melts through my window,
golden ribbons reaching out to the floor.
I sit up, shifting my covers.
I close my eyes for a moment,
and then look down at lines that paint my hands.
I clench my fists, and take a deep breath.
There is a crooked pain in my back, and a small knot in my neck.
I stretch, and then continue to yawn,
before I look out my window again, and stare.
How many miles away are you?
Are you waking up now too?
Do you still love me, this new day?
527 · Nov 2014
Anesthetize
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
A stirring of crows erupt from my chest,
as lean back carefully
to make it easier on my weary bones.
there is nothing to stop their storm, their laughter
as they climb up into the clouds
I stare at them, at an achromatic world
and they stare back at my cadaverous figure, lying in the grass.
I'm gonna go off the top of my head here, being the ******* thing I've written- and being my first. this is just some goofball stuff.
488 · Apr 2015
You'll Remember
Kelsey Rose Apr 2015
you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell of the flower blossoms
that crown her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight ***** and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with ***** water and ***** up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I loved you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed
and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower
and you can’t escape the light of the moon
I cant remember exactly why this exists.
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
"We are so disappointed in you."
I know.
"Can't you be more like your brothers?"
I can't.
"You are such an ungrateful child."
I'm sorry.
"Stop crying, get over it."
Yes Ma'am.
"You don't deserve what you have."
Yes Sir.
So, I come from a very bad family, I'll admit. My parents are verbally abusive, and I can do nothing but stand by and nod. I'm afraid. I really am.
409 · Nov 2014
-Dusty-
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
I’m being eaten alive
Influenced by the hating

The fatigue deep inside
Has carried into my eyes
And the weight intensifies
These breaths are wearing thin

Shadows are amplified beneath my lashes
My thoughts come in rapid flashes
I look to my window, marked with rain's heavy dashes
The clouds are like my kin.
273 · Nov 2014
jeal·ous
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
When you speak of her name,
those astringent vowels that melt across your tongue,
I feel green-eyed.
I want to spit venom, I want to sink my teeth into something fragile.
When you deny her blame,
those things she claims and assumes,
I feel ill.
I bite my tongue and clench my fists.
When you ask me if I'm fine,
I feel ashamed.
I shrug it off, but my thought slam and howl.


                                  I'm worried.
Ugliness
264 · Nov 2014
Bad End
Kelsey Rose Nov 2014
Your feelings drag from your lips as you cry,
just like the smoke that dragged from his cigarette

— The End —