Poetry

  • Contradictions

    I love you yet

    I can’t stand you

    I need you yet

    I push you away

    I treasure you yet

    I want to leave

    You’re a liar who

    Broke my heart

    And

    You’re the very thing that might

  • insomnia's embrace

    Lie awake tired, won’t go to sleep, regret it in the morning,

    repeat. 

    I try to break the cycle, 

    but then something stops me.

    Oh wait, it was just myself, again,

    like always,

    but I'm stuck and

  • Shower thoughts

    Turning the handle

    Feels like mornings up too early

    Stepping into the steam and heat

    Warmth against the cold chilly mornings

    Frost on the ground

    Feels too early for colored leaves

    Because they mean change

  • Poetry

    By KickingKek363

    Bless Your Heart, Love T

    "When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?"

     

    You spoke of mistakes, things to fix, things to grow from,

  • stories

    you choose the coldest seat in the class

    next to the tall pretty girl

    with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.

    taking one good look at her you already know her story.

  • yom kippur

    the world was gray and cold when i rolled out of bed,

    the first frost of the season just barely

    kissing the ground. i tied the morning 

    into shoelace knots and hugged forgiveness to my chest.

  • Math class

    "Why is your foot there"

    "I have long legs"

    Every exchange

    Every feisty back-and-forth it's just

    Me

    Connecting the only way I know how

    Simultaneously protecting myself

    And bringing you in

  • Feeling stupidity

    Is this love?

    This riding every high

    And crashing burning like a sugar rush gone wrong

    It's so weird

    So elated

    And then so depressed

    I soak my pillow with tears and giggles