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values

It’s hard to know where to start when we never really came to an end. Like unfinished scarves in your grandma’s yarn basket. She just died before she made it to the fringe. And god all I wanted to was to be woven together perfectly just like our hands on Sunday mornings while you hummed a song to me, but I just couldn’t give myself that. I couldn’t let you see that I valued you. And god, I wish it could have been different — but this is where we’re at; separated by lifetimes, planes, and significance. I just wanted to mean something to you. After all this time, did we ever amount to any value?

» Posted By Kiera On 03.20.2014 @ 5:41 pm

forefront

On the forefront of mind is this constant contemplation of failure. Or hey, wordplay, how about flailure? What’s worse than failing is flailing with an undeniable amount of grace. God, if I could just save face, but there’s no hiding this enveloping kind of disgrace. I’ve just been peeking through my fingers waiting for it to blow over and pretend I’m fine, it’s fine, really — just waiting for this bad luck to waver. And here I am on the 17th of March — eight months further from getting close with my dreams. I just thought it might be a good idea to throw in the towel, my shoes, socks and clothes — here take my coat, too. I’m out. I’m done. I’m down for the count.

» Posted By Kiera On 03.17.2014 @ 3:45 pm

confide

I don’t want to be the kind of person you feel unable to trust. I want to give my deepest secret to your soul and confide my best thoughts in your welcoming heart. I desire to be the only thought that passes in the fleeting time we have

» Posted By Kiera On 02.09.2014 @ 12:13 pm

european

What is romance? Wouldn’t the Europeans know — or is it just France? With some idyllic notion of how this all goes. I’m flummoxed and drummin up a big fuss because cuss if I can’t grab hold of this let alone attract a heart or even get the notice that I’ve been kicked out or had I leapt out into some shameful solo career. That’s queer, I can’t even get a holla let alone collect the dollas to support the dream I’ve careened away from. Driving cross-country in my little nissan with a dog in the back seat and now everything I own, son – of – a – bitch, so little stuff I couldn’t fill a house with. I looked back, left the track and found myself lapped by everyone I walked next to, step to the own beat to that drum I talked about, a little stout but walkin proud or did I mean to type pout. Is it love or is it passion that we’re all hoping to cash in and that’s what I’m believin that yeah, maybe then I’m european.

» Posted By Kiera On 11.06.2013 @ 8:36 pm

stapled

thats so derpy bro trolllll lol i hate staples yet there usefull lol lol troll

» Posted By kiera On 07.24.2013 @ 5:09 pm

homeless

Homeless I was almost there trekking across the great spanse that is America. No place to land and sand and dirt kicking us as we make our way through what to do but keep going and hoping that it’ll just work out by some magic way or nothing will change but believe it and god willing we’ll have a place to lay our heads.

» Posted By Kiera On 06.04.2013 @ 10:27 am

auburn

Auburn. She had auburn hAir. The kind that romance novels always talk about. The kind that boys supposedly obsess over. The kind that girls dye their hair to get to because it’s so pretty. Auburn. It wasn’t that she didn’t care bout how she looked; she just didn’t want to care. She’d tried that already. Look where that had gotten her.

» Posted By Kiera On 05.13.2013 @ 4:08 am

sound

sound.
what is carried on the wind.
heard every where.
communication
portrayal
beauty
life
death
all through sound. music
my heart beats to the beat of music
the eb and flow of the sound.

» Posted By Kiera On 01.19.2013 @ 3:37 am

music, beautiful sweet music. like birds and trees and nature, but bands and favourites and life. every thing has a song, every thing has a soundtrack. sounds are beautiful. they can portray emotions, portray messages and even influence a whole community. i love sounds, music is my life.

» Posted By Kiera On 01.19.2013 @ 3:34 am

knows

people come into our lives. some stay and some go. its who you remember and know at the end of things that matter. not what we know. people. not knowledge. or facts. wisdom is gained through interaction with people not from books.

» Posted By Kiera On 12.22.2012 @ 7:18 pm

headphones

hmm the idea of headphones. who came up with this bright idea to make a cord with little pieces stuck to the end, play music for personal pleasure. I applaud you mr or ms. ITS GREAT !

» Posted By kiera On 09.08.2012 @ 4:53 pm

flex

When i flex my arms i feel the sensation of strength running through my veins. I am a strong young woman and i have the desire to one day change the world. When the word flex comes to mind i imagine myself standing on top of the government with plenty ideas floating through a flexed arm. I am going to make a change and i dont care how long it will take.

» Posted By kiera On 09.08.2012 @ 4:50 pm

crust

This crust of earth is unjustly handled and misaligned with what’s supposed to be defined as a nation of the sustainable. And we are anal, and yet not capable to realize we need to rectify our misbehaviors and learn that we are our own saviors. And of course you can buy in and keep tryin to remedy this misstep and rep what you believe on your ears chest wrist and feet — the way you walk among the rest is best done in fluid motion of a certain cadence to retain us and restrain us from further degradation and inflation. We must make from made and begin again to escalade our passions instead of filling with frills we’ll take back the land and undo this damage. And handle what has happened before us.

» Posted By Kiera On 06.29.2012 @ 10:30 am

switching

These days have left me twitching and switching to new vices and advice from strangers and dangers I’ve encountered are too many to count but this never-a-girl-scout will forge on in search of courage and endurance comes from within what is this a Nike free run commercial with songs that lack depth that touch every shallow person susceptible to shit cuz this bitch don’t swallow down that bottled, nondescript prescription of problems we don’t have linking to a new dissonance in the mind what’s my job on this earth to yield mirth but at the cost of what and on who’s dime it’s an epidemic and we should all be ashamed for selling out to corporate names for fame that we can’t even claim.

» Posted By Kiera On 06.12.2012 @ 6:07 am

attendant

Attention! Attention! Watch as I wave my arms and demonstrate how to keep you from harms way. Today is the day we’ll go down in flames. A moment that will be forever framed in twisted 747 metal, and body parts will float and settle on the shore of the future you’ll never see. And believe me, while I direct you with smiles and winks, quelling your fears at 10,000 miles high.

» Posted By Kiera On 04.02.2012 @ 7:53 pm

demonstration

It is March but what are we marching for? Prepositions end sentences while some are sentenced to injustice. And what’s justice? Just something we want but don’t understand because there are no rules to decide the way we stand and here I am my hand in your hand joined together by similar cause and pause when someone tells us we’re wrong. Time’s up, there’s the gong, but I keep going. Yes, I persevere. I charge on and call on those who I know can agree and that’s exactly who I need around me. I thought this was over, but the struggle has just begun. Stand up to the criticisms and don’t submit to the pessimism.

» Posted By Kiera On 03.07.2012 @ 6:35 pm

curse

Have mercy, Lord and free me from these curses I was born under and thunder through life with new cards and decks we’ve never seen. And I’m green and every other color not confined to hue but just human dispositions and this attrition is frightening and I’m biting not chomping at bits and chunks and myths debunked scooping out this gunk of living and giving away everything I can but dammit, nothing comes back in.

» Posted By Kiera On 02.20.2012 @ 8:46 pm

conceal

Buried only under covers,
no make-up,
I wake up, finally,
around midnight
I look hard at myself and say,

“I see you.”
and I nod at myself in the mirror.

I walk around in the dark and I say,

“I feel you there.”
as I move around the streetlight that spills onto the floor
peeking around suspiciously.

I walk about myself,
analyzing only the way it feels to be swept by,
unnoticed.

» Posted By Kiera On 01.12.2012 @ 12:56 pm

bridge

Finally unabridged thinking. Drawn out across a moat of abysmal sinking into a depression of diluted understandings and handing over pride stretched out and dried up from the season of stun.

» Posted By Kiera On 12.30.2011 @ 11:20 pm

stable

Stable. Oh man, I just want to be able! Stable? I can’t even afford the time to fantasize about routine and I am unseen in this ocean of entropic-al thunder, this blunder, out-of-context references just pile it on and I’ll be undone in thirty seconds or less than I could fathom diving in and just surviving. Is it good enough to stay afloat? Or should I jump from higher places to see if I’ll resurface and endure the hurt to keep pushing for depth and resisting the feeling of refilling these lungs. Long live breath holding, because without the scare of never again inhaling, God knows there’d be no fight.

» Posted By Kiera On 12.02.2011 @ 10:52 pm

solitaire

Stop and stare; look around and feel the glare of loneliness in this time of ruling a kingdom of complete emotional freedom. We are bound by none but shut up inside of ourselves. Held up, keeping feelings pinned to the floor and looking at a door we can open and close but it stays locked in this year we’ve clocked of silence. The violence of inward distress that hides behind flowery curtains and certain that someone will one day want to come in, but it’s such a mess and best to not let the visits begin because if they start they may never end and the door stays propped open whether or not we’ve agreed it always starts high and slopes into the holes in the carpet we tried to cover and believe me I’d do anything to let a brother in but this nest has the space for just one head case.

» Posted By Kiera On 11.17.2011 @ 2:19 pm

beginning

I can feel it. I wanna steal, seal it and send it out — touch it and feel it. Something new is coming my way and I gotta say nothing sits prettier than something you haven’t fussed with and cuss, we’re pretending this isn’t a bust to bus around the same old sounds of been there done that it’s a new hunt to bump to new tunes and review the days we’ve spent and see the way our words have been bent and sent out calls for a new Clark Kent when what we need is super but not man, it’s just anything at hand; really we’ve got a way about us that I just can’t pay as I go I want to invest in this mess that could be what I need.

» Posted By Kiera On 11.11.2011 @ 11:39 pm

profound

The world was filled with noise. I couldn’t think, couldn’t hear. Only the sound of machines filling my ears.
How did this happen? There are no words for this.

» Posted By Kiera On 11.03.2011 @ 10:37 am

scout

I see you looking for me, at me, through me — from the corner of that giant, dewey eye I want to crawl inside and scream goodbye until your eardrums burst and bleed. Boy, I know you’re thinking about me. But I finally got my goodbye, so no more scoutin, poutin, wishin or crying. See me now, goodbye-ing.

» Posted By Kiera On 10.14.2011 @ 2:41 pm

morality

Morality is said to be relative. But is it really? Everyone knows murder is wrong, everyone knows stealing is wrong. So where does it all come from? The answer for me is simple. God.

» Posted By Kiera On 10.05.2011 @ 7:21 am

braid

Braid braid braid me around and under and prepositions always with silky strands and secrets. What’s more secret than me?

» Posted By Kiera On 10.01.2011 @ 10:15 pm

playground

Sitting again trying my best to evade the company. To pretend I don’t want to be visited. I’m leaning on concrete, work up to my ears and eyes averted to reduce the long goodbyes. What a playground I rest in, jest in, high-fives, hugs and invest in. Preposition is the transition and wordplay is open all day.

» Posted By Kiera On 09.27.2011 @ 6:08 pm

convinced

I’m talking about new leaves but the old ones are still around and I guess I’m just a few seasons short of coming to life and instead I’m just falling down. So I guess I missed what would otherwise have convinced me that I’m making and taking the steps to turn over but I’m just rolling instead of growing.

» Posted By Kiera On 09.24.2011 @ 10:28 am

couch

I remember the place I brought you and loved you. The first and last time we kissed and that was more of a miss than a hit, but it’s still my favorite song to sing and think about and count the days on both our hands when you cared about being my man.

» Posted By Kiera On 09.21.2011 @ 7:40 pm

celebrate

Sit back and celebrate the silence after a day well lived and when I can’t find anything else to give because I went all or nothing and stuffing twenty four hours with every fiber fixing this and that like I’m MacGyver. Whew, we’ve got guts to trust tomorrow will be better, forget the birds and feathers. It’s just me, just one, celebrating all I’ve done.

» Posted By Kiera On 09.19.2011 @ 8:11 pm

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