#excluded
If I can't be your Daughter,
then I won't be your son.
Forget the shame and
just move on.
The next time you won't see me
I'll be wearing a skirt
and not doing just to please you
would just hurt.
By letting you go there's
nothing I lose,
I care not what you think,
nor of your views.
You should've known anyway,
"A Mother knows" or so they say.
You've run out of time,
I won't wait anymore.
So go and tell that to
the other four.
In fact they too are to leave me alone,
don't knock on my door
and don't try to phone.
You've ignored me too long and
in that time I've grown.
In fact, you've taught me
how to live alone.
The Woman I am has no
fear anymore.
Now walk straight through it,
I'm showing you the door.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Standing pretzeled
Hidden among the others
A scattered bouquet
Not wanting to be picked
Wallflowers are seen so briefly
Others skim over them
While reading the room
Wallflowers with camouflage personalities
Long for a low profile
Wallflowers are real
Thinking and feeling
Wallflowers live a life
Of unprojected desires
They blend and bend
To cover the wall
Fearful they will dance alone
Music is entrancing
Still, wallflowers keep their heels
Firmly in place
While swaying to the music
In their heart
Oct 5, 2022
Oct 5, 2022 at 1:38 PM UTC
I hate god
He devises strategies to invade
His' home and haven
Weakness being the sole characteristic of son
Constant is the spirit
Strengthening his' decedent onslaught
I cannot win
The Kingdom has come
Without any rain
Holding a crown of stone
Encased in gold
Lined with silver
I have no choice
But to worship
The tyrant who controls bold seduction
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
They Excluded You,
no invitation was sent,
no offer, of wanting to go,
towards you was meant,
they left you all alone,
they left you behind,
they forgot all about you, and
that wasn't so kind,
You are feeling sad and blue,
not knowing what to do,
You feel you have no friends, and
In your mind, this is true,
They are out having fun,
Under the Hot, Blazing Sun,
are you feeling left out,
You are not the only one,
I know how you feel,
the betrayal is real,
these fake *** old friends
Could ****** hit the hills
Sometimes it's not fair,
They treated you so wrong,
They really do not care, and
I been done moved on,
They Excluded You, but
It's all good and well,
I will find better friends,
While ya'll go swim in hell
B.R.
Date: 9/30/2025
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
Taking anything to make his mind numb
Because he can't stand the way they are
numbing everything to feel dumb
Because he wants to be just like they are
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
He was a profound *******
speaking things that he believed
Believing the things that he conceived
Conceiving the things that he had dreamed
But the things that he had dreamed didn't match with reality
The things that he conceived didn't scratch actuality
The things that he believed could only latch with a fallacy
And what he spoke was plastered
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
I sit there
Cold as ice
Watching all move
Enticed
My mind fast
Body still
Rhythm beat
My sense of will
I stand there
Watching all
Dance and sing
I’ve yet to breathe
This girl is beauty
Moves with grace
She sees right through me
My disgrace
All in all
Your gentle touch
Lost on me
My cold is rough
For I chase
A fox through trot
All it means
I’m better off
If I caught you
Red fur gleaming
I’d let you go
For I’m not hungry
And my vanity
Holds no place
For your tail
I respect your wit
You’re not alone
Girls I loved
Can never warm
My heart enough
I sit still
In crowds are moving
Wandering why
My hands hold feeling
I can’t bear
The weight of talking
Yours is power
Mine is fleeting
For red fur
No matter what
Still belongs
To the fox
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
"Maybe when I'm older it will all come down but it's killing me now.” What am I to cling on, if even the evanescent waft fails to remain intact? A shaft of ineffable dread strikes me.
I appealed to my little nook of nonchalance, the insular of words i dwell upon whenever needed. The gentle riptide of another life-wayfinder found me well, gratefully before the mental stress saps the strength. He's at peace with himself yet at odds with the world, Whereabout reads. It resonates with my subconsciousness, for I fathom it as a tactic of abiding all the unideal, if only I were dare to live with this insurgency. In the ambient voices riddled with glib claims, pros and cons, I’m trembling, unconvinced.
In the seat reserved for me and only for me, i clenched to the sentience excluded for me, excluded for my presence at the site at the moment. The lachrymose baby disturbs and retunes the shapeless stillness that has kept me sane. I've grown acquainted with malaise. I frame it as perennial. Lament not, the crowd stays blind of what my feelings of mind afford me. “Free is feeling they can’t take from you.”
Seats away the window left me a last gate that opens to the outside world, the residue of experience, springing. Clouds scudded by, too slow, too quick. The sky was dissolving in pink and blue, a hue that consoles passenger of all kinds. Until the tilt was steered too high to see the realm not yet darkened, as if the sun departed upon the same lane as the flight did. Unpredictable weather, unconjugatable caprice.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:18 PM UTC
I sit there alone;
in my cozy corner
nose buried deep in a book
But eyes occasionally peeping out,
to watch as they play;
it’s joyful faces;
far away.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC