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Shannon Kelly Dec 2012
Do you ever get that fleeting moment of insanity
where you don't know who you are any more

and thoughts of passion
fog whims of reality

overwhelming your senses to decide
between freedom and security,
desire and education,
and you end up picking your future

in that moment of insanity?
Shannon Kelly Dec 2012
She was a troubled girl,
always knew her limits
knew what the future had to hold,
knew who was in it

She knew she'd be okay,
a family, job, a home
the thought of no change
fightened her to the bone

so she decided not to have a future,
let everyone down,
decided that her regrets
would let everyone drown
Shannon Kelly Oct 2012
Send a search party for my sanity
and call the police for my judgment
My morals on a milk carton,
you will never really find me,
relying on society
Shannon Kelly Oct 2012
I'm not scared of death.
That's what scares
me.
Shannon Kelly Sep 2012
A girl so ugly
how could a guy ever
love me

A girl so ugly
she doesn't even
love herself
Shannon Kelly Sep 2012
I sit on the bus that rides on my road
Dreary with excitement
Shimmery powdered eyelids dropping
Smelling the Japanese cheery blossoms

And I nod and smile
As he asks to sit next to
Me,
And I listen

To the bus with exhausted roars
Wielding the weight,
To the drums of the earphones sitting next to me
Beating like his heart rate.

I sit and try not to listen, as I watch the sun
beams
Glistening across my golden eyelids,
Dropping,
Until I cannot watch,
Until I sleep

In and out of the thoughts
That invaded my guarded mind,
Off of the routine road with the wind
That I was drifting on all the time.

I sleep for the thoughts that are blocked by
The sounds.
I wake for the hope,
the reality of you driving me around.

Take me straight out of town
Away, afar
From this busy, unwanted land.
Take me away,
Do not worry about the scars

Take me away,
Off of this routine road
I will not suffer
Of this, I know.
Shannon Kelly Sep 2012
Don’t talk to strangers online
Now I know
I’m one of those guys

She used to tell me
To look both ways while crossing the street
And I’d never think the pedals
Were going to be controlled by my feet

And those “mean girls”
With the silver in their brow,
Well,
My mom asks them if they want to eat over now.
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