"kylee" poems
The first time I met you
you were a stranger I desperately wanted to know.
A voice that carried and a face I searched for while performing.
"Who are you?"
"Apprentice sound tech and lights guy"
I had never seen you before.
New?
Freshman.
My heart lept.
You didn't look like a freshman.
You didn't act like a freshman.
You didn't carry yourself like a freshman.
You were different.
You were new.
You were sweet.
We messed around a bit before rehearsal,
theater became something I looked forward to
instead of dreading.
After each performance
I realized
I no longer would have an excuse
no opportunity to talk with you.
I had
no number,
no Snapchat username,
no Instagram handle,
no Facebook info.
Kylee was my savior;
let me steal your Snapchat from her.
You added me back later that day.
Facebook friends.
Found your Instagram.
Sent a snap of me making a pun.
You laughed,
thanked me for the cupcake
I brought just for you,
since you tried to steal mine the previous day.
We talked for hours.
Exchanged Skype names.
Now I love you and I can't get out.
I don't want to.
I know I'll get hurt
but the high
you give me
is too good to pass up.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
As I look over my first year of high school,
all I can remember
is this
BURNING
sadness.
It throbs in my chest, robbing my lungs of air and causing my mind to slide in a downward spiral.
I remember the yelling.
I remember the panic.
I remember the sorrow coursing through my veins, inching between my bones until it filled every last inch of me.
I remember the cuts, most of all.
But I also remember my friends.
I remember Navleen.
I remember Eunice.
I remember Damien and Kylee
I remember Kayleigh and Humera.
I remember the jokes, the silly conversations, the laughter.
I remember the stupidity that is the teenager's mind.
It's one of our last shots at being kids.
We want to take it.
But...
You
Won't
Let
Us...
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
The iridescent color of your eyes
I wanted your love so badly
The sage green of the land
With the azure blue of the sky
We'd meet at the horizon
And smile through the night
I'm sorry, Kylee
I really am
I wish I was different
I wish the sage green penetrated my heart
I wish we went on that date
I wish I could hold you at night
I wish I could groom your hair
I wish you would groom mine
I wish we kindled the sparks
and created a bonfire of love
I wish we spent more time
I wish we spent less
I wish you would've given me a chance
I gave everything just to dance with you
But the sage green smile of yours
With sunflowers in your eyes
And aspirations of a brighter future
One without me
I'm sorry
I wish things were different
I wish I was able to love you
Given that chance
Finally I could expieriance romance
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 9:34 PM UTC
I'd have Kyra Sedgewick's face as the face,
a combination of the bodies of Kathryn McPhee and Serena Williams as the body,
the wardrobe of Martha Quinn the old MTV personality broadcaster
Kylee Harting
the personality of Lucille Ball,
the character of Jane Addam, perhaps, the founder of Social Work in old time Chicago
the voice of Caila Ali
the sense of humor of Phyllis Diller,
the posture of Condaleeza Rice
the leadership ability of Elizabeth Warren
the lifestyle of either Monica the soul singer or Janet Jackson
and then name her Kyra Williams in honor of Kyra and Serena
plus the creativity of the know by some - black poets Nikki Giovanni
and the athleticism of pro tennis player (ex) Jennifer Capriati
with a little of pro tennis player Maria Sharapova
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC