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Kris Jan 2015
if you leave someone behind
be it emotionally
or physically
time will never stop
for the relationship between the both of you

if you leave someone behind
cobwebs,
along with insecurities,
will invade and cloud the
space between you

if you leave someone behind
animosity will be left to fester,
like an infected wound
ignored and screaming

if you leave someone behind,
you are missing the joy in their faces
when they fall in love
under the stars,
bathing in pale moonlight
that cleanses their heart of hurt

if you leave someone behind
and then come back one day,
the look on her face isn't going to be radiant
confusion, hurt, anger,
and regret
may make her unreadable
and you sour

if you leave someone behind
you may come back
to someone different
from the person you left behind

if you leave someone behind
you are giving them
your blessing
to leave you behind
no one should ever leave without notice. no one should ever have to experience the pain of being left behind without knowing what went wrong. my heart goes out to all who have.
Kris Sep 2014
i don't think i've shown this to you before
but today i think i will
you see, i don't tell people about this
not often at least
or not at all

not since the day
my mother laughed at me
not since the day
my father jeered with
contempt in the curl of his lip
not since the day
my friends waved me off
as delusional

it's a little tattered
and a little tarnished
i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer
for you to see
the shine is kind of gone
but it's still really precious to me

i think i'll come with you
no, wait-
you should go alone
i'll wait for you out here and
i hope that you'll be kind

you'll see in the corner
there is a dusty box
it really isn't much
and you'll have to brush cobwebs off

and when the box is clean
like when each day shone anew
maybe you'll even get to see
the lines of ambition that carved
hope into my box of dreams
Ambition and goals in life were things I struggled with a lot because a lot of people didn't believe in me.
This poem is meant to speak for those who have had dreams and were afraid of telling others about it for fear of negative responses.
Kris Jul 2014
will I still be remembered under the blare of lights that flood the field, a lone silhouette amongst a hundred others. will I still be able to stand out, a dull worn rag chafing against pastel silks. will I be worth something, even if I try my hardest not to trip and fall in this marathon. will I stand tall like a tree in the middle of a wheat field or will I be fragile as the painting of the moon from its rays upon the glassy canvas of a lake.
confusion and stress is never a good mixture
Kris Jun 2014
let's get lost
for hours on end
exploring the city
turning down alleyways
taking long bus rides to nowhere
and buying things that we don't need
from shops that we'll never see again

let's get lost
in stories so old
that the pages smell like must,
pirates and faerie dust

let's get lost
in each other's minds
each and every embarrassing tale
a beautiful one
having a bad sense of direction isn't necessarily a bad thing
Kris Jun 2014
starlight starbright
first star I see tonight
wish I may wish I might
have the wish I wish tonight*

it takes nothing more than a few
choice words carelessly spoken
to shatter dreams and treasured wishes
things that grew bright and beautiful
within you

so you bend down and pick up the pieces
and in desperation,
glue them back together
to form a shadow of what it once was

but they don't think twice when
it comes to tearing it apart a second time

it doesn't make sense
not to you
not when they're supposed to be the ones
cheering you on
wishing on a star with you
instead of
laughing

you look into the sky
and search the darkness for a shooting star
and when you see one
you smile
but only a little

tired
of fighting a losing battle
of sore throats and swollen eyes from
screaming matches
they've almost won this war

and you look
at whatever hope you have left
a faint glimmering reflection
of what it once was
and with a sigh
the light goes out
you look into the sky
and search the darkness for a shooting star
but you realise
that they too,
are dead dreams
going down in flames
Kris Jun 2014
in a world where people adapt like mouldable clay
i am rigid
Porcelein

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