beats not bombs |
these are rooms filled with soldiers wounded, wanting, & reeling...their stratagy is inebriation, they are fueled by desperation [beats, not bombs]& they wield weapons hidden in their grins, their ave...
Posted by kelly kate on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:53:00 PST |
what to do |
..live my life.breathe, burn, forgive, love, laugh, learn, fall, hurt, hide, help, hope,there is no alternative.
Posted by kelly kate on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 05:34:00 PST |
dissatisfaction |
my luck is often dangerous - he serves as a reminder of all my dusty potential, of my hidden hopes, of idealism i've hidden behind my happiness with the structure of my present days.if not for luck, i...
Posted by kelly kate on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 02:55:00 PST |
circumstance : a sieve |
intangible, maybe, but those were words that spoke of tangled limbs, those moments may be stolen away by circumstance but i own their pale shadow & it is solid - i will stay golden. this is a testamen...
Posted by kelly kate on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 12:30:00 PST |
the start |
life is not simply an accumulation of choices - sometimes, it just happens. days are not always laid out in the most pleasant of patters. we can stand by & weep or laugh or feel powerless, or we can h...
Posted by kelly kate on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 04:09:00 PST |
instability |
I don't write much anymore.
Posted by kelly kate on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:20:00 PST |
this context is fraught with late nights |
a pretty girl in her underwarea pretty girl in her underwareif there's anything better in this world, who caresi am ok, i have schedules & there is substinace in the predictability of time worked, the...
Posted by kelly kate on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 06:08:00 PST |
your name is |
wrapped up, &&&i am wanting, no,i am wanteddo you see how the words spell out more than hips, lips, drinks & that semblance of desire imbued into glances & subtle conversationi am built betterthan you...
Posted by kelly kate on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 11:39:00 PST |
good, gold, & lovely |
you call it safety in numbers, but this is built of loneliness & losses,this is too many drinks & violationthis is bullshit, and i am over ityou were 17we were 17i forget sometimes that i am not unimp...
Posted by kelly kate on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 03:00:00 PST |
feathers |
birds of aflock togetherliquor limbed & shouting obscenties into dark rooms, streets, nighthomesand we are gilded, we are gasping for air, grasping at saftey in numbers, in letters, in window dressing...
Posted by kelly kate on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 02:03:00 PST |
