The depths of my mind seem so distant
from the thoughts that sit on the surface
as real and solid as concrete
until I chisel them out,
and divide them in conversation.
I want to invite someone
into the crypt
but for now music is my
confidential lover
the only one with the key
it knows exactly what to say
I wish I could speak back
so I sing.
But sometimes that is not enough
I want to share the music with someone else
I need someone who will listen with me
please.
Oh, how I hope that you understand my lyrics.

-kk

She has a problem with people
she struggles to speak out in public
she doesn't feel confident

but she doesn't realize how confident she is
she's confident when she dances
she's confident when she makes jokes
she's confident in her knowledge
she's confident in her writing

I want her strength
I want the strength of her words
the strength of her beauty
and the strength of her movement

I want to be like her
I want her hair
I want her skin
I want her clothes

I want her soul

I know she doesn't feel beautiful
but she's a porcelain doll
her skin is perfect and white
and her hair is one of a mermaid's

She hides under her white feathers
so others won't see her
but there are those that see her shine
the way the glint comes of her wings

When she does come out of her cave
she lights up the space around her
she soars through the air and the world stops
her beauty is beyond me and I feel I'm the only one who knows

She is a swan

I lay here thinking about you
I'm thinking about the way you kiss me
not just my lips but my body

you take your time
to caress me with your lips
you kiss my chest
my stomach
my legs
everything

you romance me with your eyes
and you make me fall in love with your touch

after two years you'd think I'd be bored
but every time we make loves there's something new

sometimes we make love
sometimes we ****
and sometimes it's just ***

you know your way around my body
you know what turns me on
sometimes you surprise me

I'm desperate for you
I need you
but you're always so far away
we only get to be close maybe once a week
I need you all the time

I want to lay next to you and wake up with you in the morning
you make me desperate
constantly

you will have days where you will feel ugly and won't want to even leave the house. days like this are important because you will leave the house, and maybe in the process you'll learn that appearances aren't nearly as important as you think. one day you will grow old, and it will be okay.
2. some days you will lay in bed and cry for what seems like forever and that's okay as long as you get up after and appreciate the fact that you're happier then than you were ten minutes ago.
3. nobody is perfect and everybody fails at something so try not to be too ******* yourself when you do too because it really truly is not going to make you anything but sadder. try, sincerely, to be as happy as you can possibly be. i love you

"What is left if you
don’t want to live inside the
skin that makes you sick?”

Blue little veins
dance along wrists
and crowd hands like traffic on busy streets,
and I think about your voice
when you’ve just pooled into sleep
and I realize it’s a bit like
the flowing of blood that never stops.
“have I ever told you,” you’d whisper
before dipping your head into sleep like black paint
and I never did get to hear
what never did leave your lips
but still aches within me
like sizzling coal.
the streets are thread
I am trying to sew back together
with stop sings and green lights turning my fingers numb
because I can still feel the poison of your voice in my
blue little veins