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Kelsey

PO# 478454
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United States
Just a bag of bones trying to make a dent in the universe.
March 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

life
is a rubik's cube.
it will have you thinking
you're going the right way,
doing the right things,
just to tumble from your
exasperated hands unsolved.
do not let it beat you.
see,
you've always had a knack
for puzzles and a persistence
unmatched by the wind.
a block of colors
is nothing to
the light bulb that is your mind,
and though you may find challenges,
you'll find your way out every time.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

the raindrops on the window
refract the light of the moon
into a sea of stars.
i swear,
when a tear falls
from your eye
an entire galaxy
crashes to the ground.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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March 14, 2019
Columbus, United States

deconstruct me.
play my vertebrae
like a xylophone,
make my ribcage your home.
i am a jack in the box
wound tight,
each note brings me closer to you.
i am explosive,
and you detonate me like
the bomb-wrangler you are.
the stars are shards of shrapnel
from the big bang
that set me on my path
to you and i,
i would devour the universe
before leaving you behind.

ORIGINAL
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March 11, 2019
 

a porcupine has made its home
in my chest.
it prefers to be
lulled to sleep by
complacency.
when i step out of the box
it awakens,
its quills impaling my breast
until I return where i belong.
& even though
i go dizzy from holding my breath
so as not to disturb,
i find some kind of strange
pleasure in the company.

ORIGINAL
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March 13, 2019
Columbus, United States

you
are the stars and the moon,
shining in the darkness.
it can be cold
& lonely, lighting the world
on your own.
but darling you are not alone.
i am behind you,
eclipsed by your light
but looking upon you
with wonder, and love, and
pride.
i have told many stories,
but your success
with each day
is the greatest of all.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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February 18, 2019
 

dive into yourself
like you plunged into the dark abyss
of the ocean.
taste the frigid bittersweet
on the tip of your tongue.
this world is full of wonders
to be explored, friends to be made,
questions to be asked
and answered.
you are the greatest enigma,
both an exclamation point
and a brief, unyielding pause.
in the quest for glory and greatness
do not forget to beat your own drum,
the thud-thud, whoosh-whoosh
is your greatest adventure of all.
-ka

ORIGINAL
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March 10, 2019
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strong women
don't start out strong.
they are grown by proud mothers,
scuffed by tough times
and cleansed by seas of tears.
their wide hearts
start out closed and timid,
until they are broken wide
and mended back together.
strong women don't always look
strong.
sometimes they go back
again and again
to a monster because
they are too good.
sometimes they fold themselves
like a paper doll because
the world has convinced them
they are not enough.
but never, ever
underestimate a strong woman.
because in that very moment,
when they are at their lowest
and they seem their weakest,
that is where you'll find
the strongest women of all.

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
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March 6, 2019
Columbus, United States

you double dutch
up and down my spine,
my vocal cords twirling
in your hands.
the playground cacophony
chokes me, and once again
i am standing outside
the jungle gym looking in
at your cheshire smiles.
"why don't you come in &
stay a while?"
they say fight or flight
is an animal instict,
but i am neither jaguar or crow.
you pull my veins taught,
don your bow and
play me like a violin.
i am a game
you'll always win.

-ka

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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March 3, 2019
Columbus, United States

oh, the words.
they are on the tip of my tongue
as i stare into your eyes,
but they'll never be enough.
how do you describe
stars colliding and sending tidal waves
across the black abyss?
how can you explain
a black hole filled with the sun,
no longer dark, or cold?
You
are an ocean,
a light storm,
a shooting star,
a meteor shower,
dew on the morning grass,
a dandelion on the wind.
darling, you are what they sing songs of.
you are light
& love.

MAKE YOUR MARK
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March 3, 2019
Columbus, United States

an elephant on my chest,
the room spinning when i move,
when i sit,
when i breathe.
"it's nothing."
but it is everything and i
am a top spinning out of control,
a short fuse
because i lash out
when i can't see straight
& some days i am more apology
than human.
god damn, i'm sorry for the way i am
and the way i'm not, and i'll try
to be a better ___________.
thank you -
for loving me anyway.

MAKE YOUR MARK
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March 1, 2019
Columbus, United States

there's a bright blue
bubblegum wrapper
at the forefront of my wallet.
every time i pay a bill,
i'm reminded of your baby blues
& just for a moment i'm lost
in an ocean of you.
your laugh, crashing around me like
the most beautiful melody,
your sunshine smile beating down,
your umbrella heart my home.
i think these little moments
are some of the most beautiful
i've ever known.

MAKE YOUR MARK
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February 28, 2019
Columbus, United States

Everything's not awesome -

it's like
a tsunami blew through
my soul, splitting me right in half
& everything i knew
is littered around me raining down
like ash from a dumpster fire.
the world that once was
of hope and change and progress
can no longer be,

My spirits are at the bottom of the sea.

how do i look in the mirror
and smile back when all i can see
is not what i have but what i lack?
& i beg to turn back time to
all of the remember whens,
but the fog around me pulls me back in
again and again and -
there you are. like a lighthouse you make yourself known
and guide me home.
take my hand, we'll start again and

Build it together,

we'll rebuild it together.
you and i...

MAKE YOUR MARK
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February 20, 2019
Columbus, United States

when you came into this world,
the sun smiled.
"That one's special,"
she whispered to the moon.
"I spent a little extra time
and a lot of extra love on her."
your first smile was an upside-down
rainbow, colors like the world
had never known,
and the sun shined a little brighter
on you.
"Just wait until you see
what I did," said the moon
with a wink.
when you laughed,
your eyes lit up like shooting stars,
illuminating even the darkest souls,
and all of my wishes came true.
But perhaps what makes you
most special of all
is the way you grabbed my heart
and made it your home.

WHITE CLOCK
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February 19, 2019
Columbus, United States

i am a twist tie
tossed to the floor
and kicked under the fridge.
what does it mean
to not feel alone?
color faded,
warped beyond recognition
i lay, holding on
for a faint brush of light
in the darkness - a cool breeze,
a quaint hum, and the slightest smell
of apple.
all i desire is to be known.

+ka

WHITE CLOCK
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February 17, 2019
Columbus, United States

he convinced you
that you were a used paper towel,
and threw you away.
you listened to his lies
so long, they became your world.
and now you're shaken,
questioning your very being
at the hands of this
Boy. he's just a boy,
do not worship him
by deeming yourself unworthy.
Baby,
you are an earthquake
that made his bones shake,
so he spit poison to hide his fear.
he never had the capacity to love
your wide eyes &&
sunshine smile.
do not let him take scissors
to your tapestry,
because you are a monsoon
in the dead of night and
a rainbow after a hailstorm and he,
he was never good enough for you
anyway.

-ka

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 16, 2019
Columbus, United States

some people believe in god.
i believe in the way you look at me,
in the stars & the trees & the moon
and fireflies. the pulse of humanity
that burns through my veins & makes
me feel un-alone. the moon through
the blinds as i lay in bed & trace the
lines of my life that brought me here
and i believe in hope. the way rain
hits the windshield as if to kiss
me goodbye, & living & loving & life.
but mostly, i think, i believe in me.
my skin & bones make my heart feel at
home, and i think you like it here
too. Maybe if time can make a life
from someone who once begged to die,
there just might be a god after all.

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

i am trauma
&
soul
laced together like a pair
of light-up sneakers.
the void within me
is the darkest night
i've ever known.
my veins run
like a highway
and every day i'm running away
from myself.
but three clicks of my heels
flashes shooting stars
like paper planes, cutting
through the fog in loop-de-loops
and lighting my way
home to you.

-ka

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

my battery is low
&
it's getting dark.

the sun isn't shining on america
today.
a state of emergency
grips the nation,
and the fingers are pointing
in every direction,
but up.

and we pretend the threats
are outside us,
that a wall can protect us,
and opportunity  
is
no  
more.

and though i know they are there
i cannot see the stars.

it's getting dark
&
my battery
is awfully
low.

-ka

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

things my father taught me -

wear orange, be seen.
safety on. carry with the barrel
facing the sky. quiet, unless you're
driving, then loud. aim right above
the front leg. business before
family. steering wheels are for
moving the car. steering wheels are
for striking. gas, slow. brake, easy.
break easy. mow the grass. mow their
grass. always stop to talk. only
reach out a few times a year.
all work, no pay. try to buy their
love. be of use to people. use people.
don't change. divorce is toxic.
prime, then paint. you can
abbreviate any holiday. i'm not
worth the effort.

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 15, 2019
Columbus, United States

I am a clam,
shell cracked open,
spread wide for the world to see.

I do not know how to be vulnerable.

Let them poke, prod,
let them make me their own

but dear god,
don't let them know
the real me.

-ka

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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March 25, 2018
 

Some days I feel like a paper bag
tossed from a bottle of whiskey.
The need in the man's eyes
made me believe I was wanted.
I am nothing but a shell,
discarded for the gulls to pick at,
tumbling along the beach,
crashing into the ocean
to drown.

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 3, 2018
 

I find it ironic that
the same people who
fill my feed with
"Build a Wall"
"All Lives Matter"
those who refuse
to accept trans people
for who they really are,
those who criticize the
#MeToo movement
are telling children
to be nice, kill with kindness,
stop a school shooter by being
their friend.
We all know you just want them
to stop blaming the gun
that you seem to value more than
Human Lives.
If America were a high school,
can't you see that you'd be the bully?
Shoving the trans kid into lockers,
telling the illegal immigrant
to go back where they came from.
I agree, this world could use
a whole lot more kindness.
But before you try to pass
yourself off as some bleeding...

WORLD DAY OF BULLYING PREVENTION
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May 6, 2017
 

i.
I was a shattered mirror,
my broken image used to carve the pain
like a story up my arm.
I was a cornered child,
blow after blow less painful
than having to fear my own flesh & blood
I was a scratched cd,
my chorus repeating, gargled,
waiting to see if it was my time to end.

ii.
I was my past until I met you.

iii.
I am yours to remake.

iv.
I am an open window,
touched by the sun's warmth
and the wonder of the stars.
I am a firefly
lighting the summer nights
and landing in your hand
to be held.
I am a promise
soft and sure, reminding you
that it's okay.

v.
I am tomorrow,
hope on the horizon
that we will call home.

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BOOK LOVE
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May 6, 2017
 

What they don't tell you
as a child:

Being an adult means
knowing monsters are real,
knowing their names
and their faces
and their plans

And pretending
they aren't coming for you,
and that makes it okay.

We don't have time
to be bothered by the suffering
of others.
But if there's anything I've learned
of monsters,
they don't stop,
and some day,
they'll come for us all.

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ANGEL OF UNDERSTANDING
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May 6, 2017
Columbus, United States

When I face the news my heart quivers,
not from fear
But from anger and pain and,
all the while,
a desensitized acceptance.
This is our world now,
my brain tries to reason.
But the heart's never lied,
and I've never cried
so much inside.

I will not write off the evil in this world
as a new way,
something I must survive.
I will fight.

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ANGEL BREATHING
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November 16, 2016
Columbus, United States

I am a wet match
twirling between your fingertips,
waiting for a flick of your wrist
to snap me in two.

The thing about matches is
feeble as they may be
they strike
red
hot.

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BHAVYA SINHA
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June 8, 2016
Columbus, United States

They leer after us
their eyes following
as we walk into the bathroom.
Protection, they say.
We're worried about the woman's
safety.

But whose going to protect me from you?

When you decide my body
is not my own jurisdiction
When you lead me,
drunk and stumbling
behind a dumpster
When you're gratifying yourself
with my unmoving body
because you are all that matters.

And how about your privilege,
your whiteness, your straightness,
your manliness
Who will protect me from that?

Fellow women in a bathroom
do not scare me
We are united in our
"inferiority"
A damned minority
to you.

You are my nightmare,
with your unyielding confidence
granted by the comfort
of your perch at the top of society.
...

VISIONS
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June 7, 2016
Columbus, United States

My mother sent me a text today
about the explosive F Bomb in my Facebook status.
You majored in English,
you're better than that
word.

Fuck, mom.
The word is fuck.

Fuck, a word deemed vulgar,
classless, unwelcome in society,
wrong.

Fuck and I have a lot in common.

It wasn't so long ago
that I was demonized,
told by society that I am less
than the other words in the sentence,
unnnatural, causing trouble,
acting out.

You say fuck is lazy,
it makes me less
because it doesn't fit
into society's puzzle.

But fuck is a gut punch,
it's fierce and strong
and all the things you taught me to be,
mom.

I think fuck is beautiful.
Fuck is the exasperated voice
of struggle
Fuck is a fight
against the ...

MAGICAL LOVE
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April 10, 2016
Columbus, United States

i've been told
my feelings are
off-putting.

so i hide them
in my skin
like a druggie
hides his crack,
taking little
hits when i'm
alone.

they don't know
that i fear for my life
when i watch the news at night,
or that i cry for strangers
i'll never know.

i feel too much,
i feel too hard,
and it's too big
for their tiny little minds.

so i wait
for my next fix.
track marks on my heart,
and withdraw constantly
creeping in.

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ORIGINAL
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April 10, 2016
Columbus, United States

i have known
so many
beautiful people.

but i
go through life
a tornado,
all that's left
is wreckage.

i have loved each one
but they're all gone.

and maybe it's my fault.
but it's a tornado's nature
to spin out of control,
and it's a person's nature
to leave.

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