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Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 12:43 pm
by feelingBETTERkim
Rubber Band

There is elastic between us;
It pulls and relaxes.
Pulls and relaxes.
I am your body.
My chest rises with your breaths.
My feet ache when you tire.
I sleep in your pupil-less oceans--
Play on the ladder of your ribs--
Hide in my secret cave
between your nose and left eye.
My palm maps out our future.
Fate is our elastic;
It pulls and relaxes.
Pulls and relaxes.

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:16 am
by feelingBETTERkim
2 in 1

the plan is in order, the arrangements made
her spirit can soar watch over her friends
she plans the end, her life will fade
their hearts are broken but will soon mend
death is the answer, the devil paid
the letters are written, ready to send
there is a bang on the door, the police raid
she has to go now, they storm in right at the end!

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:39 am
by feelingBETTERkim
heads or tails?

two side battle within her mind
they fight and fight
no one to decide
heads or tails is how this will end
a cruel twist of fate on what it depends
the social worker doesn’t care
the psychologist cant help
she feels lost and alone
there is no-one she can tell
heads have won
death is the participant
she is apprehencive
but excited all the same
could this be it?
could it finally be over?

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:49 am
by feelingBETTERkim
48 Hours

the darkness surrounds
everything is black
cold and distant
death is so near
I can almost taste it
the concoction has been taken
my mind is racing
how long will it take?
will others understand?
the police come
listen to the lies
and leave happy
in the knowlage
I will be fine
shoes on bag packed
cats fed and message sent
the bridge seams so huge
looking from hear
the water so smooth
its not moving
the world has stop
no one in site
a hand to the wrist
whats going on?
12 hours and a few stiches later
im home depressed
alone and scared
confusion hurt
and guilt float within
the birthday done
and old lady happy
a child can swear she has the best mummy
now the vodka and joints are approching
smoke and drink,
everything goes fuzzy
no feeling, no thought
nothing left within

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:02 am
by kimmie

Jilly is a special woman,
Imaginative, Kind, caring, passionate
Listening and understanding
Loving and caring
Young, vibrant and confidant.

Because of you we all stopped
Listened and learnt.
Aknowledged our own faults and learned
Change is only way to have a bright future
Knowing no matter what life chucked at us
Sugarhorse would help us through.
To such a special lady,
One which we all shall miss
No-one will forget the chats we had or
Else your words of wisdom shall be lost.

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 5:45 pm
by kimmie
Brighton Beach

watching the waves roll out and in
throwing pebbles at the shore
splashing over me, purifying sin
what the hell am i living for?
listening as the waves break
i arrived here with intent to die
wondering how much more i can take
looking at the pills and blade i begin to cry


Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 5:50 pm
by kimmie
running from the secrets

i should be dead
this wasnt part of the plan
question after question
my voice silenced
by the grip of secrets
to many tales to tell
no words or starting point
the past has a vice like grip
holding my throat
the future seams dim
with a present so scary

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 7:35 pm
by kimmie
Water rushes forward
A crash before its pulled back
Violent splashes over the walls
Empowered by each other

Re: my poem book *trig* maybe

Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2017 7:42 pm
by kimmie
a poem about my nan, the woman who raised me, sadly she died shortly after this was wrote :(


Decoupage, your passion
Every occasion thought about
Memories captured and kept forever
Everyones faces started to fade as the
Norological condition started to take over
Tables emptied, decoupage gone
Inventing an ending where u remember everyone
Alone in a care home, where u will now stay