My mind's been so empty
Since my life's been going right
Like I can only pull word's
From a clouded mind  
Sadness and hope
Used to be my muse
What once was a burden
Brought such a gift

In the words, lurching out from our hearts,
Being good, instead showing off to be good-
We pretend!
In the thoughts, lurching out from our minds,
Being goodish, instead showing off to be goodish,
We pretend!

A few times in the reality,
We emerge out to be what we pretend to be!
And again fewer times in the reality,
We emerge out to be what we show off to be!

Until in our actions-
We try to emerge out to be, what we pretend to be,
And we hustle to emerge out to be, what we show off to be-
The world will never emerge out to become- what is better for all of us- the world to be!

This pen is the x-acto knife

I use to cut out

every scar on my body

every blemish on my soul

every burn on my mind



Perhaps I won’t feel it after I’ve cut it out.

~k.hem

The books have lied.

They have stolen my heart

But left my body.



The books have lied.

They ripped my soul out

And left me to rot.



The books have lied.



~k.hem

The pen from my hand, now on the ground.
It rolls, it runs, it leaves.
The words from my mind, the ones meant for my paper, are gone.
They've fallen as well, they ran away.
Blank is my mind
gone are my words.
Fallen is the pen
the depths of which it has ventured through in the past
are now a thing
of the past.