"keiri" poems
He was a drunk,
and he left you
before you were grown
When we heard your name
we laughed;
we tried to figure it out,
this five letter puzzle
for the woman told us to call you Katie
spelled
K-E-I-R-I
Alone I,
knowing a touch of Spanish
spelled it out,
sounding out the letters
in a foreign tongue,
spitting round pebbles
When I asked you
you smiled,
lifting,
relived
Your father was confused
that night you were born,
in the loud hospital
immaculately clean
and white
Your nurse's name was Katie
and your father did not know
so he did the best he could
and wrote
in his large brown hand,
Keiri
You have his picture in a locket
and you look away as you tell me,
hiding that betraying blue
I know that feeling,
a stiffened back,
burning;
the hatred of the runaway man,
the traitor
And that other thing,
obstinate,
the rock in your throat;
the love of a father
who gave you
your name.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 8:35 PM UTC
You held me close to you
You were real, pure and true
I couldn't cross the street alone
You loved me through skin and bone
I wasn't allowed to bike to school
Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool
You held my hand a little too tight
Until I wanted to escape with all my might
And then you let go
I was free, was I though?
I could finally prove who I was!
That I was strong, not made of glass
I wanted to prove my independancy
To outdo ever single tendency
Graduate, live all alone at last
But... everything got ruined past
I forgot just this one little detail
Something that daily made me pale
Being able to do things alone
doesn't necessarily make you grown
It means you're always by your own
It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone
I begged you to help me, to love the source
And like a prince on a white horse
There you were at the rescue
But the damage was due
How adult I was, I was still a child
Prince, you dropped me back in the wild
And wild it was, it broke my soul
All I wanted was for you to see my hoal
I asked it her oncemore
My pure, silver core
Begged to take me back
At minimums I was back on deck
We fought everyday for stupid things
Yet you still expected those tight clings
We fought and we yelled
You held me tighly, I relled
And alone I am still to this day
Who can offer me love to stay?
Can't you be my mother again
I'm begging you now and when
But you turn me down at every sight
Alone I am, to the world I'll fight
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Keiri - written by Keiri
A little biography
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC