Thursday, August 19, 2004

poem #6

You reach out your arms
A fake warm embrace
I dodge once again,
Just making my escape
I remember
What happened last time
I was engulfed by your slimy
Tentacles
No, not this time
I’d rather
Let the cold
Bite and slap my face
In a rage of anger
That I didn’t bring my coat.

by JK

One Try

We only get one try
To fly
With our wings spread wide

And my hope
Is that when I could drown
I’ll float
To my boat
And sail to my shore
Of ambitions and desires

But as we all know,
Dreams often change
And my contentment
Will turn to desolation
And I will long to fly free
Again
Because

We only get one try
To fly
With our wings spread wide

And while its still my chance
I want to dance
With my soul as my dress
And the sound of
My music
In my hair
And my eyes open wide
Glinting like moonbeams
Because

We only get one try
To fly
With our wings spread wide

Not to let my wish go to waste
One thing to add to another’s face
A smile
That gleams
With beauty and grace

And maybe, lets hope,
These wishes are contagious
And we’ll all catch the bug.
I hope and pray this,
Because
We only get one try
To fly
With our wings opened wide.

by JK

poem #4

The silent noise echoes down the hall
Deafening silence ringing in my ears
Makes me run
As far as I can
As fast as I can
Running from the quiet and the loud
Past the balance and the swing
Past the familiar and the strange
On the edge of the outrageous and the sane

Until I fall
Falling slowly
Falling hard
Into the blinding darkness
Into the deep, dull light
Past all I knew as real
Past all I knew as fact
In the land of the illusion
The home of the disfigured and the dead.

by JK

Once Upon my Nightmare

We were once friends, you know
But now I sit alone at my
Table for many
Surrounded by empty chairs
As you walk by
I try
To catch your eye.
I follow you with a fiery gaze
Hoping to burn you, pierce you
To have you feel a fraction of the pain.
by JK

A Solemn Truth

Moving forward into flames
That dance and twirl
Engulfing my body
All I do is gaze
Like a stranger on a street,
Staring at my demons
And my truths

Until the past is glimpsed,
Barricaded with a wall
Mountains high and valleys wide
Surrounded by a moat
Of sins and sorrows

It is an ominous reality
That when a person is all alone
There is no other
To condemn
Or criticize.

By JK

Anonymous

with my nose pressed
hard
upon the
cold, unforgiving glass
I see my reflection
With wide open eyes
Full of loneliness
And blotchy pink cheeks
I breathe out
And the panel fogs
Covering my face
Hiding it from view
So that I may remain
Anonymous.

by JK

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

a strange question

this is my blog.
i've been writing a lot of stuff lately and i'm not sure if i should put it on a blog.
i'm not afraid of critizcim. i'd really like to hear peoples opinions of my writing.
it just seems so impersonal to have strangers read "my mind".
but strangers give objective opinons, so i might as well.

if i know you personally, and have given you this link, or you found it otherwise, please understand, that these have only been read by one person besides myself and the strangers on this site. and they mean a lot to me.

you have been entrusted with a
PUBLIC SECRET.