She's a little bit of a dreamer,
with holes in her mind.
Her parents push her on the bike,
then she believes she's left behind.
Her poems plead forgiveness,
and unveil her sorrows deep.
Though she tries to change her image,
it's one which she knows she must keep.
But keep on peddling Kelsie.
If you feel like they're gone
you mustn't be brought down and sad.
Keep on peddling Kelsie.
Don't let fake sympathy
make you feel bad.
Peddle like the wind,
blowing dust into the air.
If some people choke,
brush it off like you don't care.
Being someone else,
is not what I ask you to do.
Stop asking for permission,
to finally be you.

Hey my name is kelsie, my friends say I'm like a cat, I like cats .
I don't have any, I wish I did, ooh and I like food, and candy, I got my head stuck in a trampoline once between the two springs... oh I have ADHD, reminds me of ACDC, I love music like punk rock, screamo, metal, and old rock... I'm bored im a go find a cat.
Bye bye O.O^

I can smell your Cologne lingering in the air around me.
But I can't touch you.
I can feel  the sweet touch of your lips against mine.
But I can't respond back.
I can picture you smiling at me, with the twinkle of happiness in your eyes.
But I can't open mine.
I'm here in the darkness but you're my light that keeps my memory going of you.
I can feel myself growing closer to the darkness.
Your scent slowly disappearing.
I hear you calling my name, for me not to leave you.
I can't do anything, I'm floating away, choking on the darkness that surrounds me.


Its been a year now
I visit you often
You've gotten pale from the lack of sunlight
I sit at the edge of your bed
Biting my nails
The tale of us is no more
You lay there motionless
Stale
I kiss your cheek always
Your presence is fading
I whisper in your ear
Waiting for confirmation that your still there
That you haven't left  me
Tell me you still love me
That you'll be home soon
But I can see your deteriorating
I can see your not coming back to me
Can you hear me!
Dont go
Stay with me
But I can see now
Your will is to live on is floating away
I can see you giving up on me

I'm the light in the dark showing you the way
I'm the warmth on a cold winters day
I'm the guidance you need when lights go out
But you're the one that blows me out
Wrapped around my light, one gush and it's gone
But I'll fight for my light, Let's begin the tug-a-war

You light me up
When you want to hide your wicked ways
Using me to cast the dark away
Not wanting others to see what you do when the lights out
Praying my bright light can keep your demons at bay
You breath heavy when your conscience taunts you
Almost putting my flame out
My flickering
Makes you cover your mouth
You need me
I shine out what you've done
Your pocketed sun
You threaten to put me out if I ever let your secrets out
But even if you do
Soon you'll point a match my way

kelsie just dropped a brandy bottle into my hands all the way from michigan! happy man i am, happy men are few.
i tell her i’m not ignoring her,
that i’m going out to get some beer,
but i come across a bus stop
with an almost full bottle of brandy.
this is essex,
it’s sunday,
who the hell leaves an almost full bottle of brandy
at a bus stop?
the next millionaire from a lotto ticket?!
whoever did.... i got the last laugh;
rollover the two bottles of wine to two days after,
kelsie starred me lucky with brandy on a sunday.
we live on! no matter what you **** ups decided in minutes faked
to zenith beginning with wig and whirl, or curl.

I hate that I love you
But love that I hate you
Two feelings intertwined
Playing tricks with the mind
The feeling of loves keeps me on track to you
But your faults twist like vines
Then hate comes between the lines
Staining the love I have
Like spilt red wine
I love you
And hate you
Two feelings conflicting at the same time

I hate the things you've said and done
But you have won
Capture the heart and it's all yours to toy with
I feel like I'm drowning
You're making me drown
Getting so far down, I'm suffocating
But in an instant you pull me back
You saved me
You're my hero and my villain
I hate that I love you
But love that I hate you

if I could replace all the
words in every book
with your name
I would,

but no amount of words on a page
could ever compare to what your heavenly
father calls you:

His daughter.
His most prized possession.
The one who took the nails
so that you may live.

so dry your tears
and dance with Him.
for He dances beside you even
on your darkest nights.

sometimes i think it's all in my head and we were never actually in love at all. i hate myself because i'm even crazier than that girl you kissed (kelsie, i never said her name out loud) when you were drunk and missing me. and you saw all the warnings, you used to call me a pyscho then say 'i love you' when you should have been turning your ******* back on me. i'm not a game to get your adrenaline going, trust me it'll be no fun waking up beside a dead girl

maybe i used it as an excuse
the way children try their parents
by dangling or taunting

once at Louies when Sherry asked
me how much I drank, I told her I didn't--
before then it had never occurred to me
to do so, I had never had
a faulty plan to fall back on
it had always just been me
facing the consequences
rain or shine

Back then, she told me oh, well that'll change.
like some sort of ill-will, black words spoken
over me, you'd say she meant no harm
but why speak that out
over the softer things?

maybe it was now or never,
a lesson that had to be had
and this was the only way--
Kelsie said it just sort of happens
and I wanted to tell her, no, it doesn't.
it doesn't just sort of happen.
I wanted to tell her that he probably didn't
regret ******* her but he regretted me
as a whole, holding him down
and whimpering that I loved him

no, it doesn't just sort of happen
I remember everything,
and drunkenness is not an excuse.