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Gone down again but it’s a trap in the forest where the raccoons jump on cages try to the eat the leftovers your grandfather left to lure them gone down again to the city where the women aren’t so pretty as they’re cold and soft, never known something cold and soft.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 08.01.2012 @ 5:22 pm
Undecided for the principal reason that I first came here remember when we were younger remember when it all seemed clear. Remember when it was arced like some great tragedy remember when I made bad poems to make sense out of of you and me.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 07.29.2012 @ 9:42 pm
Sometimes like I feel like the cuckoo in the nest
I never really belonged here, but I stick out here the best.
Just keeping growing, just keep faking until my life’s a mess,
Feeling like a cuckoo in the nest
» Posted By KelseyPR On 06.10.2012 @ 2:56 am
And I can’t treat these hollow conversations as any more than idle chat
Between two old friends who haven’t met in years
And when you look at me so with so little recognition
It finally confirms all of my fears of
What happens after the sunset.
No one told me what to do once I had found you,
Only some half hearted speech about how I should save you
Or you should save me.
But you and I, we don’t save anybody
» Posted By KelseyPR On 06.08.2012 @ 7:01 pm
The architecture of the run down barn and the rotting wood and the scent of hay and they way the dust dances in the sun around your face. Moments on red, dirt roads, only ever moments with you I know
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.29.2012 @ 10:46 pm
When he pulls a stunt like this with his hair all hanging down and the mud across his cheek and the concentration in his frown I start to see just what she sees when she sees a man like this, and I wish her all the best in life in her marital bliss.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.27.2012 @ 9:50 am
Leading the way she said you ought to be leading the way hell in a handbasket convertibles off desert cliffs you ought to be leading our way. This is what happens to little girls who happen to outgrow their sense of the world, and you ought to be leading more than anyone else is leading, because you’re so damn much of a girl.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.25.2012 @ 5:55 pm
I thought I had a quest in mind, when I first set out from you, but then I thought you were nobler then, and I thought I needed to save you. Someone calling for a princess, video game princess. Your hair was never long and blonde, your skin was never fair, but I put you in a tower in my head and kept you there.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.21.2012 @ 8:47 pm
Base feelings of emotion is it just another notion of sentiment that keeps me hanging around your place? The groan you make when you first wake the lines on your face as you shake and laugh is it the notion of a baby with your face?
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.18.2012 @ 7:14 pm
Control z and backspace so used to the cyberspace that I forget that I can’t just do these things in real life. Back space like the leftover space where I keep all the things I was supposed to do but didn’t, backed up until I grow a pair, and get caught up on my life.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.17.2012 @ 10:44 pm
Really? I used to think that romance was dead, that what we needed was stability, but stability’s the farthest thing from my mind. I thought I needed what they said we did, what they said we were doing wrong. But I just need a little less Wuthering Heights and a little more anything else. Emily love me like a rose.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.16.2012 @ 11:48 pm
Carolina train and the engine’s burning down can’t hear a sound except the whistle between her lips as she runs straight into the ground. Carolina train’s been running like a freight out every night till late always on the same first date.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.15.2012 @ 10:49 pm
The tiniest insect building up its home’s got a lot more in its bones than you, a lot more in its stones. The tiniest of insects makes you look two inches tall, the tiniest of insects still can fly after it falls.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.14.2012 @ 11:09 pm
Don’t disregard me captain, I’m a wolf in woman’s clothes. The kind of fox who sneaks into your henhouse, right under the rooster’s nose. Don’t disregard me captain, ’cause I can go where no man goes. Don’t disregard me general, I’ve been in these slums before-
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.13.2012 @ 7:31 pm
Lending hands and friends and I lent you all my books when we were seventeen and we built a fort out of your books and we hid ourselves in stories and lyrics and songs passed along on the backs of envelopes god knows we write our letters slow and send them even slower with more quotations than any real substance.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.12.2012 @ 4:11 pm
She’s the social butterfly she’s got the hype she’s just his type but she’ll never be the blonde in a love song because outgoing is just her mail and her dreams have all set sail and she’s working nine to five in a minor governmental office and she’s in love with the tv and bugles and diet coke and she chokes on the feeling that she ought to have had something more.
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.09.2012 @ 11:06 pm
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I write your name in short hand I don’t need to see the long words to see the meaning in your name you say you’re the ice you say I’m the flame ice and flame ice and flame shame it’s a shame to see the cursive drawn out in old love letters isn’t it better isn’t it better when we understand our shorthand the glance the looks aside from me. I used to get all the meanings of your shorthand no one else can can see what we mean in the passing of a common phrase that means something so old and it’s days and days before I realize that our ordinary conversation’s just shorthand to everyone else
» Posted By KelseyPR On 05.08.2012 @ 9:59 pm