"kasey" poems
Name: Falen Acon
Residence: San Diego California
Age: 15 (almost 16)
Birthday: Jan 4, 2000 (Capricorn)
School: Don't worry about it!
Grade: 10th (Sophomore)
Class Of: 2018
Favorite Color: Ballet Pink, Gun Metal Gold and Burgundy
Favorite Flower: Wild Flowers, Roses & Sunflowers
Hobbies: Dancing and Poetry
Favorite Food: Pizza
Favorite Drink: Strawberry and Root Beer Soda
Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream (Shakes) (any flavor)
Happy Place (place that makes me happy): Beach or Dance Studio
Career Path: Professional Dancer
Lucky Day: Saturday
Lucky Number: 3
Favorite Number: 7
Friends: Christan Zeal, Elsa Angelica and Drevon Young
Goals: Find true love, Find happiness and Travel World
Favorite Artists: Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Drake, PartyNextDoor, Post Malone, ILoveMakonnen, Rae Sremmurd, RDGLDGRN, Kyle, A.$.A.P Rocky, G-Eazy and Zayn Malik
Celebrity Crushes: Zayn Malik, Justin Bieber, RED (from RDGLDGRN) and Steph Curry (GSW)
Favorite NBA Team: Golden State Warriors (GSW)
Favorite NFL Team: North Carolina Panthers
Favorite MLB Team: Chicago Cubs
Favorite College Football Team: LSU Tigers
Favorite Nascar Driver: Kasey Kahne
Future College: Texas State University (TSU) or Something :)
Future Sorority: Delta Sigma Theta (DST) /_\
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
i was looking for you
but found a girl named Cacy instead
except im not entirely sure how she spelt it
maybe Kasey? Casey? Kacie?
She told me she wanted to start going by Cass (Kass?)
though
i told her that i knew a girl named Cass
and even though it was a lie
she couldnt tell
or maybe she could
but either way she said that the name
"Cass"
was a "fuckable" name,
a name that was bound to
"get some"
and i had nodded with that sheepish grin
you hate
and started to shake
with that embarassing nervousness
that annoys you
and she held my hand and lit a cigarette
she told me that she hated smokers
but that it "blurs the edges"
i told her that i was all edges
she asked why
and so i told her about you
and how i was looking
but how i had found her
and how i very much preferred to have found her instead
she gave me a cigarette
and i coughed because you know i have asthma
i said thanks and called her Cass
and she had smiled because i think she was starting to grow
quite fond of the sound of the name
i coughed out my name
and she told me about how Peter Pan was "hot" and how wendy was the
biggest **** ever
we laughed
and we smoked
we talked
and we shivered
we went inside
and we slept
and i didnt cheat
even though Cass was quite fuckable
i slept
and dreamt of her rather than you
and woke up much happier than i have ever been.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 3:45 AM UTC
All my fondest memories are dreams.
Days I've painted over and re-written.
Like that time we spent all night talking and,
I had to sneak in before my parents woke up.
Or that time he took me to the city and,
We held hands as we walked the golden gate.
Or that time we went up on the parkway and,
He kept me warm as we looked at the stars.
Such pretty scraps of paper for my keep-sake box.
Today is foggy with sleep and underuse.
I'm an old toy that got lost and then everyone forgot about.
I can breathe in fresh air until my lungs ache,
But that wont clense me of my need for numbing pollutants;
I can soak up sunshine until my skin is black,
But that wont rid me of my unquenchable thirst for rain.
Yesterday's smile isn't getting me through today;
I slept too long last night.
Tomorrow, tomorrow
is just another day I'll spend asleep,
Waiting, always waiting
for my ship to come in,
So I can go sailing.
But that doesn't really add up.
And I know ships don't even have sails.
Tomorrow,
Kasey will pick me up around noon.
And he will save my life,
for a day.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
See there's this guy that keeps me up at night.
He sits in the corner of my room-
Not on the floor, not on the ceiling, but just hovering there-
Just above my dresser.
And he just waltzes into my dreams.
And he says to me "Kasey, you know why I'm here."
Sometimes he looks like a woman without a face.
Sometimes like a child.
Sometimes he's a soldier or my father or my mother.
So I wake up. And I think.
About my Grandparents being married for sixty years
About working for that long at loving another person.
I think about who I am and who I want to be.
And where I'm going how I'm getting there.
All the while he's still hovering in the corner of my room
Telling me "Kasey, you know why I'm here."
And I won't leave you alone until you understand.
That to the left there is a path and to the right another
And one above you and one below you.
Through you and throughout you.
And there's no medium for which to make a choice
But your own two hands.
And you'll get up and write at three in the morning
For people who just don't care.
About things they don't care about.
And your migraine will not go away.
You know why I'm here, Kasey.
"You know why I'm here."
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
First, an introduction
As you know my name is Kasey Shores. As you don't know I'm a student at the University of Arizona. I'm fairly studious, love to write and am a serial intern. I love to work.
I have been so blessed to have so many wonderfully talented people on this website follow me, like my poems and encourage my work. For that I thank each and every one of you.
Now, a note.
One of my many jobs is as a campus representative for a great company called Serengetee. They buy fabrics from around the world and sell them as pocket shirts. "Frocket shirts" as my good friend calls them. This company is charitable, supporting over 50 causes in 50 countries.
A Request
As a representative I'm asked to complete a rep project. I wanted to do something I could excel at. I wanted to incorporate poetry.
So I've created the collection Words of the World, which is under my collections and is entirely public. Each poem I post is inspired by a fabric and a cause.
I would very much appreciate if you would all consider following the collection and contributing based on your own Serengetee inspiration or any act of kindness. It's a collection about the world, for the world, helping the world.
Thank you all!
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Kasey Kasey Kasey, Kasey-Kasey-Kasey-Ann!
Fly away with me, for us I have a plan
-
We'll fly away to Neverland, and play among the stars
We will go to Jupiter, and stop and visit Mars
-
Then swimming we will go, and in the sand we'll roll around
We won't wear a bathing suit, then with oil I'll rub you down
-
And all night we'll cuddle, in a bed so soft and warm
I'll caress you oh so nice, and you'll slay me with your charm
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Closer to you, than at a distance
Familiar attraction, with no resistance
Close yet away, and come what may
Believe this LOVE, with ever-persistence
Intamacy unknown, with pure anticipation
Hyper-lustful cravings, wild temptation
A realm alone, and all our own
Transcending the most exalted imagination!
Playful affection, young love to renew
Such rejuvenating feeling, pure and true
Happy with our choice, and to hear it in your voice
Makes me feel like a love-bird, "coo coo coo..."
Oh there may be tough times ahead
Especially given the lives we've both led
dreams of you shall get me through
Thoughts of life, home, and a loving bed...
Kasey I promise:
Within each other shall we so heal
Ourselves once more, shall we both feel
Free and clear, no more fear my dear
If only for once, we do this fore eral.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
My girl has a way about her
Especially when she's genuinely happy
A perky little grin and playful purr
Her words are all cheerful melody...
I love her like this
It's so utterly satisfying to hear
I hope it's something I never miss
Whether she's afar or quite near...
This is how she should be forever
Laughing and smiling with glee
This I make my everlasting endeavor
Her joy is the very height of beauty!
My girls has a way about her …
And I intend to keep it that way!
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC