#byebye
It’s those days when you wake without notice,
Sweat dripping down the side of your face.
Sitting up and looking around,
You’re heart is racing and pounding against the rib cage.
A hand on your shoulder,
A soft whisper from behind.
But your back is against the wall.
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
10,000 years of Hell on earth begins today, for your continued abuse, abusing Justice.
That's Justice.
Enjoy, getting what you deserve, ********
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 4:45 AM UTC
There was a girl lying on the floor,
she was covered in blood,
her skin sliced by his blades.
There was a girl lying on the floor,
she was covered in bruises,
her skin tarnished by his fists.
There was a girl lying on the floor,
dead and ruined.
She was ruined by what she thought was love,
and killed, by the man she thought loved her.
but he didn’t love her, he loved his canvases.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC
Like Paper cuts do.
I guess I wanted to know.
But I knew.
How so.
I mean...I guess that's how I always felt.
About those eyes.
Peering from across the room.
Garrett Johnson.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
the sleeping baby gives a smile,
listening to her sweet lullaby.
which the young granny keeps compile.
the song of sleep for your eyes.
her talent was so versatile,
she can make any baby stop cry.
in my sleep, to check on me, she always come by.
A young granny with a sad smile bid bye-bye.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
You promised you’d never let go;
You promised a lifetime.
Standing there and holding her
As if I’m completely blind.
He thought he could hurt me,
But I am completely fine.
I’ve been with a cheater,
A beater,
A super overachiever…
Now I need some me time-
Some bubble bath and chai tea time.
No reason to shave time-
I am fine with who I am.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
“reminding me to remember what has yet to occur”
~for Jean Fisher~
*this poem title lay fallow now near four months;
the poem title, a riddle in and of itself,
my inability/reluctance to bring it to a
spoiled fruition is simply and sumptuously explained,
no idea what it meant and
cause I got an F in future-telling in 8th grade,
when we still believed anything,
even hap-hap-happy was a possibility
all day long fits and spurts;
a sad poem rattles around in every part of my overcast Saturn day,
this last eked out September pretend summer weekend,
bereftness so powerful,
that the weather is slapping me down, hard, for begging,
gray grey sadness in the windless stillness
asking,
why,
do you deserve it?
the death of summer is a tree ring completed, a marker of
nearer-my-death that I dare only utter to my pillow,
hoping it won’t betray my statelessness to whomever makes the bed and plumps up them pillows up into squealing my hidden
truths and trust
birthing the past is easy and not what the title,
words I wrote somewhere, is asking for;
no so more straying and to the
scribbling and pecking
do I attend
that title commenced ironically at the end of May
when the summer man feathered his mental nest once more
and now my blindness clarified.
now when summer commences, was I not secretly reminding myself of what was sure to occur -
that troubles will come in cold and snow,
and no longer will the little house by the sun bathed bay be an available antidote to the real toxins that grow stronger*
this then
was the clarion self-hint to prepare,
reminder to self
for the summery summation-end inevitable,
for the perfect ending of this poem
now that I have accurately
predicted my future
the title has borne its
bittersweet fruits
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
I write about death.
My art depicts death.
My life is about death.
Maybe for me life is death,
. . . . . . . . .
or on my death, I will find life.
Poetry by Kaydee
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
the pain of your name
no longer sits on my brain
i now freely reign
s.q.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
My blue skinny jeans,
And creamy white shirt.
I got ready to go on a road trip.
Just as I sat in my car I applied my mascara
And drove away.
As the car stopped near my college,
I took a last glimpse of whether I looked presentable or not.
Well I did !
I was a little tense.
Then there came MISS-OH-SHES-SO-PERFECT.
She was in a red dress.
I mean are we going on a trip or to a ball ?
But that is the only thing that worried me,
Now she'll be the center of attention.
My crush won't even know I EXIST !!!!
My best friend
reminded me I look the best,
And that my crush would certainly see me.
I felt a little confident,
But in the end she got my crush.
And me ?
I'm only left alone,
Singing 'Lonely I'm Mr lonely.'
From that day onwards I NEVER had a crush !
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
*Don't try to ask me why
just think of it as my final goodbye*
*It means you are no longer needed
you did your part
and I think you did great*
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
My little pixie
The one I want
but I was too late
It flew away
How can I get it back?
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Beneath
Bog bodies I lay
The only patch
Innocent, untouched
My friends have
Changed
The harm done cannot
Be undone
I watch my
Fellow brethren become
As corrupted
As mankind
And I think
That I will be gone too
Not too far
From now
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC