k - Hello Poetry

k Aug 2014

*******

Hold your head higher,
thighs closer together,
tail bone just aligned.

Beauty is not a
classic thing, just
another poor design.

If the skin isn't flawless,
if the hair isn't just right,
it will simply be denied.

Plastic culture and plastic people
are what we've evolved into,
simply aching for a fix.

We see attractive as a
*** thing; changing ultimately
for the perfect mix.

Proportions sent from heaven,
a golden trio will do.
But when our expectations fail,
all that's left is imperfect "you."

#society #beauty #plastic

k Jul 2014

What to Do

What do you do
when your jaw clenches
so tight that you feel your
teeth crashing together to choke
back the emotions you're bottling up?

Hold it in.
Don't break open.
The raw form of you
is simply too vulnerable
to share with others. No, just
a select few are privileged to an
uglier version of inside that you mask.

Eventually, though,
you'll unravel. Coming un-
done from the charade you put
forth for the world to see. Phantom
emotions to cloud what you truly feel
will fade just like the people you think
are there to support you & your chaos.

#love #mask #emotion

k Jul 2014

Inside

Tearing yourself down
is so much easier than
getting up, standing your
ground and accepting
everything that you are.

Why is it that it's so natural
to push someone away
who can do that for you
when you can't even do it
for yourself?

Walls. 100 feet high that
people slam around themselves
to protect everyone from
the monsters that we
think we are inside.

With each good thing comes
ten bad and what type
of sick *******
wants to expose you to that?

I guess I do.

k Jul 2014

Broken

There are few things
that compare to the
crippling, pounding
defeat of feeling so
irrevocably broken.

Who wants to try
and fix her this time?

k Jul 2014

Untitled

Tell me this,
why is it that
in immortalizing
my thoughts into
words, they make
more of an impact
than when they spew
from my lips?

My heavy heart
on paper with ink
or in type--black on
white--somehow are
more symbolic of my
pain and suffering
than the tears I shed
alone in my dark room.

The consequences of
daily living are the most
brutal, I suppose. In
some cynical fashion,
typing it out numbs the
ordeal...hoping for a
soul or two to relate to.
Maybe, just for a night, a
connection...some other
nebula of mind and body
to share our baggage.

k Jul 2014

Love like ******

Her grip on him was iron
and long. Kisses locked on
necks and arms wrapped so
strong.

It's near criminal, the feelings
she possesses for him--a man
with great prowess who'd go
out on a limb.

A limb for her happiness, her
long running love. Forever, just
maybe, for this couple so strong.

k Jul 2014

My beautiful friend

When did hugging a
porcelain crown make
you the beautiful person
you've always been?

When did returning all
a day's calories make things
a bit better for you to deal
with?

Control. Power. Devestation.
All you're doing is losing.
Losing inches and pounds to
illness and frowns...ones that
are noticed more than you think.