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Lovelove

Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love m

SuicideSuicide... they call it sin
They say it is a death in which no-one wins...

They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...
But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.

You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.
No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send.

tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.

you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.

it's not like you'd read them,
anyway.

i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'

when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'

so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless d

the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hollow plea, he slides on a rail
towards impartial angels leaving rainbow sparks
in his soaring wake, and meets blazing lights.
the addict dies twice. one is nev

heart song.this is the song
to your heart.

listen.

-

part zero.
oh, dearest,
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
fireworks?

-

part one.

sleeping.

your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
much.

your heart is only sleeping.

-

part two.

when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide a

DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.

Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.

Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.

Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.

you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earth
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?

i’m not all there in the head
you’re not all there in the head, my mother says
i’m not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes i’m there in my toes and fingers and heart as well

and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well that’s where love’s gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!

i rush in soaken w

This PainTears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
I think,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
slamming doors,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm

Sunday in the Kitchendear mother,

i ask you how far we are from heaven.
hunched over the sunday paper like a patient gargoyle.
your eyes blinking too often, and tongue snaking
around in your mouth, as if the answer is hidden between your teeth.

dear mother,

you hum holy bars in the kitchenette.
say "hallelujah means praise yahweh, praise the lord"
say "angels must rest on the tongue of that word"
say "angels, oh angels hallelujah, hallelujah, rest in me"

but you haven't slept in weeks.
i hear you sob sigh into the night like a prayer.
like your table lamp is the closest thing to heaven-gates.

dear mother,

sometimes i still wish i could pray with you

Let's Hate
Age 11

We met in a room full of crowded people
who knew my name
they knew my face
and they knew things I didn't
Most people there knew his parents
and that was about it; the knowledge ended there

He said, Come with me
and I said no
I made friends with social rejects
and I made enemies with people hard to avoid
We kept in touch
But only

Depressing PoemsSorry --

What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
"I'm sorry."

Friends --

Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
Especially Sarah
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?

Emptiness --

What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that

when i look in the mirror.one.
things you touch turn silent.

hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles.

you leave me cold, empty and
i don't want to breathe anymore.

two.
'darling, you would do well to remember-

you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel
if you have no tunnel.

darling, you would do well to remember -

you are not empty. you are not empty.
[it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting
and you don't want to live,
but you're not empty.]

darling, you would do well to remember-

they love you. they love you,

they love

ocean burning.one.

before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.

now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.

two.

sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.

the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.

you were the waves.

she was the sand.

t

Feeling Adventurous?Oh God...

He's about to pass me,
about to brush me,
about to touch me,
I'm about to die.

He's about to move,
about to look,
about to smile,
I'm about to die.

He's a God.
He's perfect.
He's toxic,
to me,
he's high,
he's light,
he's lust,
he's want,
he's a fever,
he's an ache,
he's a healing,
he's a break,
all I want,
are those lips,
on mine,
all the time,
come to me,
and let me be,
just a little...

But only if you're feeling it,
the way I feel it too,
all I want is you,
come to me,
let me be,
just a litle crazy.

Put my hands in your hair,
put your hands on my waist,
hold me close,
pull me near,
then I'll k

blowing bubbles.last night we
watched the clouds
fall.

and you said:
you are beautiful.

and i am afraid
that i might one day
actually believe you

and

sometimes i feel like
i'm just this big bundle
of problems and i have
been searching and
i can't find the answers.

you told me that the answers
are in blowing bubbles and
tying shoe laces and chasing
dreams, but honestly i just

don't

understand. i have tried
to chase my dreams but

they only run away.

.

you told me that you can't
stand how i sound when i
give up and the hope
is knocked out of me and
you can't stand me when
i am busy counting
the empty spaces in the
walls and

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I'm Here, Again.I'd like to call a conference,
you're all allowed to come.

Could we join hands and tell our leaders
that we're dying behind them?

I feel my legs trailing off the path,
off steep ledges,
onto sharp rocks.

If I bleed out we can fall in,
hold together,
stay strong.

Were we ever strong?

We're all weak people who like
to think we've got it all figured out.

We never even figured out ourselves.

What A Story To Tell.I see a muffin man trapped in a cacoon,
sweating steadily to an undecided tune.

If he steadied his hands to wave goodbye,
I think I'd stomach down my broken words
long enough to breathe this in.

This air is turning solid,
I'm sucking down balloons into titanium lungs,
they are weighing me down, this dropping
feeling is sinking me.

I'm still looking for a velvet skinned being
with fire for hands, gloriously failing to create a spark.

My bonfire heart got rained out and I never reached the final inning.

This is where I call is quits, you're the one I want,
and if I can't have you, I'll lie to my heart.
"You got him, never let go."

Imagination Won't Save Me.I imagined a night sky covered in white light,
but it didn't stop the darkness from finding me

I didn't dare sleep in fear of the crows picking at my brain
and finding you hiding in its' depths.

I'm done with you,
but my heart is not.

I imagined a calm breeze sweeping over my lungs,
but it didn't stop me from losing my breath.

I didn't dare deny you in fear of having to watch
you walk away from me.

I'm done with you,
but my heart is not.

Drop Me Into Clarity.She cut the cord,
but you were thinking it.

You didn't even have to move before I knew.

This is what's keeping me strung up
and drowning.

If your eyes are still my ocean,
you're killing me,
figuratively and literally,
I can't go on when my hopes die out.

You're becoming a shrinking figure in the distance,
you didn't wave,
you didn't wave,
but you're crashing,
and I can feel my lungs filling with you.

If I didn't love you so much,
I wouldn't feel the need to breathe you in.

This is the part where I die gracefully,
in a whirlpool of seaweed and the scent of your soul.

If only you'd cared enough to push me back to shore.

To Love Or Die.Trapped,
Strapped to the great table
in the dining hall of
found and lost

Look to disabled knees
and crippled feet
whisper to me

"Breathe this in,
Gulp this down."

But I can't lift my head and
my throat is filled with tears,
drowning in grief

We're both taking turns holding
this love's new born lungs above red water

I cried out
"Let this pass, let this cup pass from me."

But I spilt my good intentions
and you saw everything
Your somber face was reflected in
my falling eyes and you were gone

"Breathe this in,
Gulp this down,
Swallow once,
and drown."

Red water washing over white eyes and unused hands.

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Fiction Shelved True Stories.

by ~MissKelsee, Nov 3, 2008, 2:38:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Other

The air was fresh,
the leaves were crisp,
you wore your newsboy cap,
and I wore those leggings that we ripped that night by the lake
the benches were full,
but we didn't care,
we found our place amongst the blades of grass and the critters between them
you spoke with your smile,
and mine answered
eyes melted into eyes
lips matched lips
hands found one another
while we shared that crucial point in time,
I noticed an old couple sitting by the fountain;
he was holding her,
and she was smiling like she held the secret to the meaning of life
you glanced their way,
and your arms found their way around my waist,
and then I realized that I already held the secret,
or it held me
So I pointed their way and stated,
"I want that to be us in 60 years."
You smiled crookedly and whispered,
"Why not today?"
and that was the moment I decided that you were it
because even though they said we were too young to know,
too naive to understand;
we did know
we did understand,
and we were in love,
and that was all we really needed,
because we knew the secret

The air is fresh,
the leaves are crisp,
you're wearing your newsboy cap,
patched and worn,
and i'm wearing my black stockings
we caught the last bench,
the one by the iron fountain
you hold me tight,
before I allow myself to drift off into you,
I look back,
and there,
on the grass,
is a young couple;
the girl taking us in
I smile,
because I still know the secret,
and so does she

Fiction Shelved True Stories.by ~MissKelsee

Literature / Poetry / Experimental / Other

I wrote this last night,
and when I read over it,
I actually almost cried.
I don't know what it is about this one,
maybe it reminds me of something
that hasn't happened yet,
if that makes any sense.
It's just one of those writings that moves you,
to the very verge of tears,
where you're barely able to hold it together.
I don't know,
you tell me.

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No stealy,
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~WhenCh3wySmiles Nov 3, 2008

This is so breathtaking and beautiful.
I love it so much.

~MissKelsee Nov 3, 2008

=] thank you

~WhenCh3wySmiles Nov 3, 2008

You're welcome. :]

~nuisance15 Nov 3, 2008

Wow. This is absolutely breathtaking. It reminds me a little of "The Notebook" but it's more picturesque and truly beautiful. I love it, and it almost did move me to tears. Your words are beyond... words. They are powerful and tangible, and I feel like if I drove to the park in my neighborhood, I might have a chance of seeing your couple. Y'know what I mean? They're just so real! I really love this one. Spectacular job.

~MissKelsee Nov 3, 2008

Another exquisite comment from you. I'm touched really, that you find my work so touching. And to hear my words pass beyond average words, i'll never forget it.

<3

~nuisance15 Nov 3, 2008

I wouldn't say it if it weren't true!

~hellostrangeone Nov 3, 2008

The way you tied it back at the end is really amazing. It's so unexpected, yet so perfect at the same time.
I can see how this would move to tears, it's very impressive.

~MissKelsee Nov 3, 2008

ohwow.
thank you, really,
your comment was that best I have ever recieved.

~hellostrangeone Nov 3, 2008

of course! you totally deserve it.
and it's always nice getting feedback that's a little more than just "good job".

~MissKelsee Nov 3, 2008

yes, it really is.
I mean, a good job is nothing toa writer.
it's so unfulfilling

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