"albright" poems
this canvas
watercolor memories
diluted dreams
washed away
with the tears.
careless strokes
of misused brushes
smudged the palette
on the linen
of our history.
old photographs
polaroid moments
stuck in time
where darkness
won't fade to light.
shake us up
but it's way too late.
frozen smiles
of strangers
won't change our fate.
Unpublished work © 2010 Kimberly Rae Albright
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC
oh heavy heart
painfilled
I’m drowning
in the emptiness
of my lonely despair.
oh heavy heart
breathless
I’m suffocating
with the sounds
of my mournful sighs.
oh heavy heart
oppressed
I’ve collapsed
under the weight
of my desperate thoughts.
oh heavy heart
my heavy heart
Unpublished work © 2010 Kimberly Rae Albright
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
Thrown aside shattered, broken…
I’m in tiny pieces
A reflection of a half lived existence
of one great big sad lie.
it’s funny what we settle for
in times where we want more.
it’s clever that your words are exactly
what my ears have longed to hear.
it’s sad that all they’ll ever be are meaningless.
promises you made but never meant to keep.
I’m in pieces here
disregarded
you left me on my own.
I’m in pieces here
I gave you all my love
but you don’t want it anymore.
Ego bruised, Heart torn
the melancholy of me blows restless
on these winds of change.
I’m not sure how I can carry on.
it’s crazy the lengths we go to
just to keep from being alone.
it’s maddening how easy
you can walk right out that door.
it’s scary to fall so helpless
into the darkness of what’s no more.
I’m in pieces here
disregarded
you left me on my own.
I’m in pieces here
I gave you all my love
but you don’t want it anymore.
you don’t want me anymore.
Unpublished work © 2010 Kimberly Rae Albright
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 6:39 AM UTC
Did you know
the average person
spends only five seconds at a piece of art?
A mere glimpse of Albright’s Dorian Gray
his phantasmal and grotesque visage
silently screaming horror
Only a look at Litchenstein’s pulp women
straw-yellow hair and ivory word bubbles abound
their comic book stories told within one panel
A sighting of Breton’s Lark
a dying sun sinking into the horizon behind her
her tired, shadowy eyes awaiting the next one’s arrival
All these fleeting moments betray art
for they do not deserve seconds
they have earned centuries
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC