"kara" poems
Darr lagta hai, ki Kahi Tumhe kho na de hum,
Shabdo Mein byaan Nahi kara ja sakta Yeh pyaar,
Aasuyo Mein behaya hua dukh,
Hasi Mein chupaya hua dard,
Zubaan par aane se darta hai, ki kahi tumhe kho na de hum.
Anjaani raaton mein jab mile tum, Toh Aisa laga,
Sansaar mil gaya, par yeh dil hai ki maanta Nahi,
Nikamma banakar dukh deta raha,
Kyunki darr hai tumhe kho na de hum.
Iss aakaash ke soonepan se tanha hai Yeh Dil,
Ki kabhi tumse duuriya na badh jaaye,
Jag ne cheena mujhse, Mujhe ** bhi laga pyaara,
Hoontho se chuloo tum, Mera geet Amar kar lo.
Na ruthne ka dava kiya tha, par wafa Toh Hona hi tha,
Kya hua tera vaada, voh Kasam, voh irada,
Voh kehne vaale, Mujhe 'fareebi' , Kon farebi hai Yeh bata,
Voh jisme gam liya pyaar ke khatir, Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya?
Shama chahte hai, kyunki darr se darr te hai.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
Chand ko dekhkar yaad tumhari aati hai,
Chand ki chandni b sath rahkar door hojati hai,
Chand ne auron ko to khush rakhti hai chandni apne ujale se,
Par chand se poocho jara k vo usk paas kab aati hai ?,
Raat bhar jagkar jo duniya ko roshan karta hai,
Andar hi andar vo bhi judai ki aag me jalta hai,
** kar rahe ae mere khushiyon k maalik tum bhi kuch aisa,
Mai dhoondhta rahta hu tumko paas apne,
Aur tum kahiin door nikal jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun khataye meri tumhe har baar dikh jati hai,
Kabhi paas aakar to dekho mai kitna gunahgaar hu,
Tum to ruswa ** jate ** bewajah mujhse,
Aur na ki hui khata ki saja mujhe de jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Choot jate hai jo judai ki maar se mai vo dil ka saudagar nahi,
Tum to bas kuch pal bitakar sath me fir se meri duniya ko banjar bana jate **
Kabhi tum bhi mujhe aaajma kar dekho kareeb se,
Kyun door rahkar mujhe doori ka ehsaas kara jate **
** tum hi sirf meri jindagi me jise chaha dil ki har khwahish se,
Aur tum ** k gairon ko mera batakar rooth jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Mai nai hu vo jise duniya dil parast kahti hai,
Mai to deewana hu tumhari har baat ka,
Fir bhi na jane ku roothkar tapadne k liye chod jate **
Ban jaun ttera har pal ka sathi,
Kyun aisi koi saja nahi,
Jindagi bhar rone k liye,
Har baar kyun tanha kar k chale jate **
Fir bhi na jane kyun chand ko dekhkar tum yaad aate **
Kyun bhool jate ** k mai bhi hu tumhari raah me,
Khada hi aankhen band kark tumhe paane ki chah me,
Akhir aisa bhi kya k mere rone se bhi tum rooth jate **
Mujhe apna banakar pal bhar me paraya ban jate **
Fir bhi na jaane ku chaand ko dekhkar yum yaad aate **
i love you alot. N you are my only wish, need n reason. Trust me i love you n only you. Please my sweet heart marry me.
I cant live widout you n our baby.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
muli sa inyong harapan,walang kiyeme.Ako'y may luha ng galak na sumasainyo
pigil hininga sa mga katotong bantayog na nakakasalamuha ko
halos hikahos kong kinu-kuyumos yaring mga mata ko na wala pang hilamos
pagkat sa tulad kong aba' ,kada rima ay sadya talagang mana nga o para sa tao etong aking paghangos!
isang nilalang na ang kara ay tila ba mapalad na albularyo
na di man lang kapara ng doktor na malawak ang bokabularyo
kaya't halina at ating paigtingin ang naturang tula at talumpati
sa tamang panahon at termino ng huwarang tupa at puting kalapati
ehem,,ayon daw sa isang bokasyon
dapat raw eh mag-bukas 'yon
Oo."ang hawla na seremonya sa KASAL
at tanging tali lamang ang may SAKAL
LAKAS sa paghila,manapa nama'y banayad
AKLAS man ang reaksiyon ng pagaspas sa paglipad
magsisitingala ay LAKSA hanggang ang pares ay magsidapo
mapapahangang gaya sa SAKLA.,tagos agad walang kahapo-hapo
edi wow aww aww...kahol ng bantay-bombang ASKAL
habang nababakas ang kasiyahan ng kapwa magpupulot-gata at ng mga saksing sabik sa sabaw
kapagdaka'y palakpakan naman ang siyang sa paligid ay pumaimbabaw
LASAK man na sa paningin ang pulang alpombra,hinde naman matatawaran mga alaalang duon ay naihalal!
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Waqt ne waqt ko smjha diya ki ab vo waqt nhi h .
Jis waqt ki jarurt muje **
Aur vo waqt mere kam ka **
Fir bhi vo waqt ka shakhs yu shamne aa jata h,
Aur muje es waqt se us waqt ka safar kara deta h ,
Jaha ab vo meri manzil nhi h,
Bhad chuki hu me us waqt se lad kar,
Fir bhi kisi shaam vo waqt andero ki tarha yaad a jata h.
Fir m es waqt ko bhul,
Us waqt me kho jati hu.
Aur ye waqt
Waqt hi rhe jata h.
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
29 August ko hui thi pehli mulakaat,
Taraste they sunne ko wo unki aahat.
5 september ko hui unki dosti,
Ek ladki jo shaadi se bhut darti.
Intezaar mein baithe rehte they wo,
Baar baar niharte shayad koi paigaam aaya **
Hokar mayoos fir laut jaate,
Maheeno baad messages ke reply aate.
Bhut intezaar kara hai mahadev ne,
Milne ko apni shivani se.
Izhaar tou bhut baar kiya tha unhone,
Har baar mazak mein taal diya pagli ne.
Wo bhi bhut pyaar karti thi,
Par haa mein jawab dene se darti.
9 maheene tak intezaar karaya,
Fir ek din bn gyi unka humsaaya.
Tham liya ek duje ka haath,
Dene ke liye janam janam ka saath.
31 may zindagi ka sabse khaas din,
Ek pal bhi guzar nahi sakte bin.
Chand ko pyaari hai chandni jaise,
Dil se dil jude hain aise.
Chahe meelon dur hain wo,
Mehsoos kar skte hain ehsaaso ko.
Ek aisi pavitra paak rooh hai unki,
Khuda smjh ibadat kr sakti.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Ik gal kaha.
Menu 2016 to hi yakeen ja ** gea c
Ki thuhade lai menu bhulna bada easy c
Bcz us time jado thuhade viah di gal chali c
Tuci menu ik war bi nai c dasea
Nd us bhenchod nu pyar kar bethe c tuci
Yaar me kade kisi hor nu pyar nai kita, na hi kade kar paya. Beshak me hor bada kuj kita.
Bhawe oh kudi baji c ya nasha.
Par kisi hor nu kade pyar nai kr sakea.
Menu sala ehi samj nai a reha
Ki me thuhanu yaad karna band kr dawa
Ya ewe hi yaad krda raha
Me badi try kr reha ki yaad na kara.
Par is baar gal kuj hor he
2016 wich me bhul gea c u nu
But etki, gaand fati hoi a meri
Bus ik mar nai sakda
Baki bahro kush rehna penda
Kini war dekh chukea me thuhanu lal rang de choore wich
Sali iko dua nikdi ki maut a jawe menu
Bcz me khud mar nai sakda
*** bi ro reha
Yaad a ik wari, jado apa park wicho di ja rahe c
Te ik munda park wich ro reha c
Te me us time
Keha c ki sala
Kinna pagal he
Munda ewe kiwe ro sakda
Aj oh munde di yaad andi menu
Te meri kahi gal
Aj samj anda ki sala rona ki hunda
Bhen di lun hoi bi meri life di
Sala kite bi dil nI lagda mera
I know u nu mazak hi lag reha hona
Ha me kita bi mazak hi c thuhade naal
Te aj usdi saza bhugat reha ha
Ena jyada tadap reha ha
Pata ik ta banda ro ke mann halka kr lenda
Ik banda andro ronda
Jeda sala andro rona, te usda mann bi halka nai hunda
Bada ikha hunda
Fat jandi he
Rooh kamb jandi he
Sala jad bi kade wife nu patiala chad ke anda
Ta sad song laganda. Badi myshkil naal sad song sunan nu milde
Te bus sara rasta ronda anda me
Sach kaha ohi ik time hunda jad me ro sakda ha te apna mann halka karda ha
Cheeka marda ha, chest te mukke marda ha
Thapad tak marda ha apne aap nu
Sala sochda ki isi bahane kuch dil halka ** jawe
Par kithe.
Nai hunda.
Heena jj, menu pata ki mera *** koi hak nai reha.
Par metho ik haq na khona
Oh thuhanu dekhan da.
Me kade life wich interfair nai krda
Bus menu dekhan to na rokna kade.
Me tadfna chanda ha
Rona chanda ha
Apni galtia krke
Ameen
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Hello Kara, how you doin'
You wanted a poem, now here it is
I know its a mess and full of ruin
That's cause I'm not a poetry ****
We should out for milkshakes one day
Hopefully that day will be soon
If I don't go to the Philippines
Our drink will be later in June
Milkshake, O Milkshakes
Delicious drink for me
Freshly made with no mistakes
Enjoyed with great company
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 9:33 AM UTC
Bin aapke ek pal raha nahi jaata,
Dil ki dadhkano ko khuda hai jaanta.
Is janam mein khushnaseeb hain aapko paakar,
Khuda se duaein karte har janam aapko maangkar.
Aapke liye agar taqdeer se bhi ladna pada,
Khushi khushi ladegi aapki mahiya.
Dukh ne sataya aapko tou saamne milegi aaapki sangini,
Aapki rooh ko chhukar is rooh tak hawaein aapki khabar batati.
Aapka naam lekar hi chalti hain ye saansein,
Beintehha mohabbat hai humein aapse.
Fikar nahi kariye,
Jaan aye meriye.
Jeet lenge apni mohabbat se sabko,
Ek kharoch bhi nahi aane denge aapko.
Ye dadhkane chalti hain sun un dadhkano ko,
Aapki muskurahat dekhkar hi sukoon milta humko.
Aapki aankho mein ashq ka ek katra tak nahi aane denge,
Har janam hum sirf aur sirf aapke hi rahenge.
Dur jaane ki baat nahi kara kijiye,
Meri zindagi meri rooh aap hi ** jaan aye meriye.
Aapke bin ye dil kahin lagta nahi,
Jahan aap honge milenge aapko hum bhi wahi.
Nazar na lag jaye kabhi tabeez bankar raksha karenge,
Jis haal mein rakhoge aapke sang humesha khush rhenge.
Aapse hi judi hain humari saari khushiyan,
Duniya badi hai par mere liye aap hi ** meri duniya.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
The psychics were breathing smoke,
rummaging through my roommates collection of abstract art,
they told me what my favorite Modest Mouse album was,
they told me about my personality,
I told them I was a psychic,
they told me to **** off.
Everyone assumes an original identity
in the self-inflicted apocalypse
provided by that old friend, alcohol.
Kevin was the smooth-talking,
drink-mixing extraordinaire.
Kara was the cynic.
Shawna was the kindhearted.
Evan was sober.
Tyler was in and out.
I was the ******* that took a party pill,
bounced off everyone with a handshake
and an apology.
We **** ourselves to resurrect,
piece together the discordance,
the chaos,
the girls.
While the psychics were breathing smoke,
while Kevin was collapsing,
while everyone was worried about me,
all I could say was,
"This is the happiest night of my life,
and that depresses the hell outta' me."
I longed for the sirens in the distance,
I took another drink,
I longed for renewed innocence,
I took another drink,
I longed for someone to lay beside me,
I took another drink,
it was finally enough.
I took off my shirt,
made war with the remnants of stability,
of sanity,
told my friends I loved them,
and hoped that my time ended in sync
with the sunrise.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
Tonight, in the darkness of this dimly lit earth,
The infinite stars burn with a translucent color of yellow
resembling the
bulbous moon
shifting, watching.
The trees stretch their willowy spines
over sprouting flowers
against a backdrop of watercolored silhouettes.
A cold rush of air trickles through
leaving behind drops of dew;
lilies, laburnum, larkspur.
Dawn, with her elongated fingers and wispy breath,
steals away into the night.
Patterned and fixated on the early hours of
rose colored reveries when all the earth
bows to the morning star.
And here we lie.
Broken people eclipsed
with secrets, wishes, dreams.
Waiting for our chance
to mask, to revel in the beauty
of a single muse.
Kara Troglin
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
Late night seems to be my favorite place
I promise to behave
I'm not going to lie, the meaning has clouded clarity
I can't help the words I speak, they come out before I think
I keep telling myself I was born interesting for a reason
You guessed it, Barney Manners never worked for me
To be honest, I'm only capable of being Kara Jean and she is ******* amazing
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
She is obscene, ******* inbetween
I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means
Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming
Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing
Who is really listening, honestly
This psychotic chick will always be the one and only
Sorry if you were expecting me to sing
I suppose this was not enough
Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking
Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably
So does the rest of poetfreak
Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
The phone ringed, I gazed at the screen.
I had never seen the number before.
Baffled, I handed it over to my handsome husband.
"Answer it," shoving it towards his head.
He hurried and said "hello, who is calling."
He looked at me blank and weirdly saying "I will grab her. Wait briefly."
His eyes blazed into me, "it's your grandma."
Shaken, I said, "Hello."
She did a joyful, "hello Kara Jean."
Determined to figure out what was happening.
I proudly said, " you must have the wrong number both my grandmas are dead."
She replied "I'm so sorry what a coincidence.
My granddaughter is also Kara Jean.
I swear we've been here once before."
Giggling I commented, "that's remarkably crazy. I'm not remembering."
Silence hit the air.
The old cracked voice women said, "or maybe it's just your grandma calling from heaven to tell you she loves you."
My throat being choked nothing would really be announced.
Finally my voice complied, " What did you just say I'm not comprehending."
An earth shattering laugh went over the phone, "You sound pretty amazing.
I know if you were my grand baby,
I would be proud to be graced by you."
Words failed me being a first.
Before I could get it together enough to say what the hell is happening.
She exclaimed hastily,
"I must be on my way, "know your grandmas undeniably love you."
Click went the phone gone with no trace.
Uncontrollable tears gushing out of my face.
Reacting as if everything was falling away from my body.
Was I hallucinating.
Could someone been playing a cruel joke?
Who would have the audacity.
Considering, could it have truly been a toll free call from heaven.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
I admit it was a little odd being in your place again,
Especially without you.
But I did have a blast.
The boys played their game with Family Guy in the background,
Kara and I baked,
And we all laughed.
We were amazed to see what everyone is like sober,
And really they aren't much different.
Chase was still confused about everything,
James was still a smart ***
But one person was a little different.
Evan was joking,
Laughing,
Smiling.
He was being polite,
Offering to help bake,
Offering to let us play their game.
You all may think Evan is a stick in the mud,
But I think he is a sweetheart.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
A decomposition of carbon atoms
To mother nature as we came
Back to where life started from
From Earths crust to the rain
Remember that field of dandelions?
Every tree once bare grew buds
A group of us laid on our backs
Our feet were stained with traces of mud
We didn’t even need to talk
We only needed to exist
So one who travels up to heaven
Will be silent knowing this
A decomposition of carbon atoms
A person we loved we lost
His body cold, his hands lost touch
Our spirits pay the cost
For every tear we ever shed
For every saddened glance
For every dandelion in one field
This life is our one chance
There we lay in that same field
This time the stars shined bright
The dandelions have closed their buds
They’ve gone home for the night
by: Kara MacLean
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
this love will sink its teeth on my throat and never let go, like a bite mark on the hollow of hyacinths. like closed fists on a burning letter. like serpentine sighs around my neck. in time, in vain, my poems will pay for this feeling but darling, i am intoxicated with the dark way that i am yours. i am high — high and reduced before your fevered kisses, and when all of this wears off, you'll find in place, in absolute constancy, in slate black eyes, that my love is yours — and yours alone.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
I agree, writing my eating soul is not enough
Metaphors I spill, only my head interprets
I should give up, but my soul won't say yes
Instead, I yell obscenities and keep writing
I won't cry if you choose to tell me the truth
Go ahead and scream **** you Kara Jean
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
I met you.
You were a stranger.
A stranger that I needed to acquaint.
Soon, your voice was enough to make me forget all that haunted me.
Now your voice is the ghost.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep.
Maybe it’s the last traces of THC tickling my senses
Or maybe I really am crazy
But I can’t finish a ******* thought without another coursing through me
Everything about you courses through me.
Your stare
Your touch. Your soft, gentle touch.
The way you perform magic on my body, just because I know you’re on your way.
Today, you sat next to me.
You sat close which was nice.
You could have sat farther.
But instead your knee touched mine. Your shoulder touched mine.
But still, I couldn’t look at you.
Before I couldn’t look at you for fear of blushing.
Now I can’t bear to look you in the eye
For fear of you knowing just how much I care.
And not seeing that same deepness in yours.
Now, every once in a while I get a glimmer of hope.
Just a bit.
Enough to know what we had wasn’t a hoax.
But then again
Every once in a while I also feel a stab
Right in the heart,
Every time I feel your rejection
Perfectly sober now.
And I still can’t think clearly
Some say you’re an *******
Some say you’re great
You think you’re terrible.
I think
I think
I think
No.
No one really cares about what I think.
They understand, yes.
But it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter that I’m in love with you.
All that matters is that you do not belong to me.
All that matters is that you hurt me.
Why do these things, the things that are the only ones that matter to others,
Get pushed away by me?
The one that does matter?
I guess I might be losing control every day.
Losing you, losing the feelings you had for me.
Losing my sanity along with it.
I guess I shouldn’t give you that much credit though.
You aren’t all that makes me Krayzee.
Exams, dwindling of grades, and being broke probably have something to do with it too.
However,
I’d be lying if I said that ghost of a voice didn’t make me shiver
That just the memory of being in your car didn’t make me quiver
That every time I made you smile didn’t make me feel on top of this demented world.
They say people’s opinion of the world reflects their opinion on themselves.
Demented.
Definition?
de·ment·ed [dih-men-tid]
adjective
1.crazy; insane; mad
How ironic.
Guess I am Crazy Kara.
But I guess you’re already there as well.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
her eyes invest in me the truths of her fragile heart
she wished to know happiness and freedom once more
she leaned gently against the window frame
her eloquent beauty whispered gently on my eyes
she gave me a soft sorrow by declining the offered flower
my words like autumn leaves gathered dryly at my feet of clay
my intents pure of heart stumbled weakly
as i tried to explain
that a breathtaking glimpse of her had found me
she was standing subtle and alluring in sunshines vivid light
highlights in her hair a golden hue like a regal crown
lost in the imagery of her smiling moment
lost in her radiated gentleness
that engulfs like silent fierce seduction of your heart's better natures
you only think of heartfelt wish to see her joy
you breath and live to see her smile
you will love her presence like summery sunshine's kiss
you will adore her silken voice like moonlight dance upon water
the offered plastic flower but a token of adoration
a bauble cast with noble intent
for a fine young goddess
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
All my friends are tortoise-shelled Merlins stalking statues
with their walking canes at dusk while
I pad behind them on all fours
as the day breaks the clouds like wet tissue.
And, Garrett, you broke the picket line –
Once the spotlight’s beam with that grin wider than yours and mine’s minds’ intangible illusions – Now the rustle of an intermission between stage and applause.
Our afternoons were spent *******
nicotine out of burning daily afflictions
between raspy exasperations and half-laughing
declarations about how we couldn’t catch a break.
I would ask you why, but it’s not my place.
It’s not yours, either.
I’ll tell you The Why about me, Garrett. I’ll tell you the right
and proper Why I had to pause and stifle
my cigarette break before my wrists broke
before my wet-eyed babbling witnessed your last wave’s exhalation on all our friends
The Why I was 40 when I saw the shady What If [the same
that stalked you] linger round my mother. And
I heard your exhalation of “Mama Kara” and
I remembered how to act.
The Why I was 13 when I begged the ambiguous How Do I out of you
when I felt lifeless and pale within UIC's Courtyard -- all of our eyes spread white and feverish.
We can never pay for it -- too much of one thing is
Our buckled knees dragging the question to the fountain to make it drink.
Garrett – although so distant, the brush you had on me is the echo of a “Yup” and an “I know, right?” and "Yo, lemme get a square,"
that drowns out the reverberating sound
of grief-clapping palms,
and cries, of everyone’s “Why?”
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
I lap a bit of the water out of my cupped hands,
then splash the rest on my battered face.
Evan looked at me like I was obscene,
left the room, slammed the door, burning,
Tyler was still nauseous, buried in the couch,
talked light about being surprised at his survival.
I made him some toast,
we tried to piece together the night,
but we only remembered that
he concocted some White Russian rip-off and called
it a Grey Romanian,
I talked to Rachel about *** and respect,
Evan wasn't very appreciative of the cake I baked,
nor was he kind to Shawna or Kara when
they gave him kickass gifts,
Bobby kept Tyler from drowning in his *****
Lauren brought me a blanket when I was freezing,
I passed out in the bathroom,
and the general consensus was we need to slow down.
Tyler told me he felt like he needed to go to church.
I felt ***** too,
but it was more from the things I have seen,
I have touched, and God never could make me unsee, unfeel.
Tyler and I sat and talked like ancient men,
men who had far outlived their time,
and were just waiting for death's hour
to claim its ****
Pure things come and find us,
we won't find you,
not down the road we've been taking.
Pure things,
the world should hang its head in shame
at all its ***** things.
Give us a revival.
The Grey Romanians, the depths,
and the *** aren't giving the answers
we expect.
I told Tyler I loved him,
walked out the door,
the sun was too bright,
I walked past an Asian lady,
her smile was insane,
I climbed in my car,
put on some Thelonious
and mended myself with each erased mile.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
I am Kara Jean
A god **** stressful thing
My heart is sweet
My exterior is bitter coating
I like screaming publicly "tell me what to do!"
The universe yells back **** you!"
I try to dry my cheeks before my mascara burns my eyes
Dried,
like my soul from all my mistakes
Getting what you want is a ******* fight
Challenges seem to grasp me tight
So ****** I'm ready for this disfunctional ride
I've been training my whole life
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
She dropped out today.
Out of school, village housing, and our lives
and Mickey Mouse sat
on the edge of his bed,
a controller in his gloved hands.
They are swollen under there,
a gangrenous trap of envy and greed
and she saw those hands with the gloves off,
and as they slid down her face
I heard funeral bells from across campus
because she's gone now and there are too any girls like her
girls the school refused to help
because god forbid they help
if the **** rate on campus might go up
and Don't call it is what it is, Christine
There's nothing to be done, Kara
Just take it easy, he was just playing around
and we don't know what intentions she had with him anyway
Well it's good for them.
They don't have to deal with it anymore.
She dropped out today.
Out of school, village housing,
the side of the world, the cracks of the law,
the sound of clapping hands, grinning faces,
the coffee house music hour, the soaked sheets at the edges of time
and out of our lives
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
it's not about the butterflies or symbolic sun
not about the midnight lies or heavenly fun
they just won't stop until it's done
they just won't stop until it's dawn
orange light and marble stage are set
you'll never know the motives of their bet
maybe it's for food for the child that's needed to be fed
or for the dangerous high that can only be acquired from ****
toss it all and watch it bounce
coins are dancing with an exciting sound
wait for it, for it will announce
the lucky one and the hungry hound
the winner is expecting a good night bed
not until he realize he ****** them about the things he have said
orange turns to black and black turns to red
you know these kinds of stories, so at the end, they found him dead
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
My childhood has been erased from the walls
And replaced with pillows just for decoration
And spotless carpets, with no sign of spilled drinks
All the "I Love You" notes are now packed in boxes
The only way out is through the closet
Where there lies an old refrigerator box
Shoved far into the back and out of sight
Funny how my time machine has lost its glow
On the back of the box, someone left me a note
"Remember, I am a Time Machine, Kara," it said
I wondered who the note was from
Until I saw it was signed with my own hand.
The child is never gone until you let it slip away
From the ever so gentle hold is has on your sweater
Reminding you to see the world in brighter colors
The colors of neon sidewalk chalk.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC