Today someone told me
"You're so loved.
and those are not
Just words."
And I didn't know
what to say.
Would my response be
"just words"?
Or would it mean something.
Because words are all we have.
Between
lyrics, poetry, novels, and raps,
words are how
Mommy communicates
with little Benny
in the back seat.
And how Michael
tells Colleen
how much he loves her
from the army base
over seas.
So when you speak
remember
words are powerful.
Nothing you say
contains "just words."

Timelessness.
An infinite amount
of ticking
on the clock.
As it does not matter
the numbers passes,
as metaphors
are timeless.
-k.d.

As she whispers the words
"I love you"
in between gritted teeth,
I think,
What do you know
about love?
Because the way you look
at each other
doesn't seem like love.
And the way you speak of him,
doesn't sound like love.
And the way he looks at her,
doesn't look much like love at all.
But then again,
what do I know,
about your love?

We are the people
and these are the times.
These are hurtles;
not definers.
So stay strong.
You are not alone.
-k.d.

As humans, we strive.
we strive, were alive, we abide, and we survive
For happiness, love, joy, and whatever other ******* ideas we live for.
And if you’re desperate like housewives
watching days of our lives,
you can’t cope without hope
and that’s not on a soap.
If you’re looking to Oprah or Dr. Phil
you can shop nonstop or pop a pill.
But the void won’t fill and the pain won’t ****
till you become what you want,
not stagnant or still.

We just want to make it.
Want to know that we when close our heavy dark eyes
filled with tears reflecting
broken promises
we won’t be terrified
of what turns out to be
our own reflections.
You can be a heavy hitter
Wheel of Fortune winner,
a Fox News news spin spinner
or a flat out sinner.
as we label ourselves in desperate attempts to find peace within society
But were losing our comradery.

Because as i think
and blink
connections linked
i think
we can’t control
whats in our veins
and all the lanes
were driving through
and diving
Riding
sliding through.
and everything but guided through
its all so new to me and you
and that's why I'm so confused
weather or not cause we cant lose,
but I'm still holding onto to you
its what I'm like
its what we do
So stop and remember
You have already made it.
Because the way your blonde hair falls perfectly around your shoulders
is like an angel wrapping his arms around your neck.
And the way
the angel holds you
is the way everyone else looks at you.
I am not a religious person,
but you make me want to believe.