Comments Posted By kalena
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jammed between a staff and strung out
unpressed piano pedals await
to make an audible sense
of how ive been measured
» Posted By kalena On 11.14.2012 @ 3:57 pm
stumbling over my own feet in the morning
exhaling someone elses stale liquor breath
i realize the emptiness emanates
from my own
dissatisfaction with the impossibility of Fate.
i clutch at strangers hands like miracles
» Posted By kalena On 09.03.2012 @ 7:05 pm
I hear the trains nightly
sobbing something familiar
i had gotten used to them
after ten years
but now the railroad’s all i dream about
» Posted By kalena On 07.03.2012 @ 9:45 pm
it’s 6 am
i haven’t slept because i’ve been too empty to sleep
i haven’t slept because you showed up
to help me fill myself
» Posted By kalena On 06.30.2012 @ 2:57 am
discarded, i saw one pearl
sitting beside the sidewalk
so many had walked down
never caring about the beauty
hidden beneath forgotten dirt
» Posted By kalena On 04.16.2012 @ 3:09 pm
why flit your eyes
at idealistic unrealities
why flirt with impossible,
they’re not wonderful.
» Posted By kalena On 02.15.2012 @ 6:06 pm
I’ll be waiting for you
at a silver booth
I’ll wear a mask of mahogany
painted with shapes and forms
of wingless birds
LOLOLOLLL i’m dumb
» Posted By kalena On 01.31.2012 @ 5:30 pm
hanging by the last
of unoiled remains,
of rusted inquiries
and dust-ridden brains,
thoughts lay petrified.
» Posted By kalena On 01.24.2012 @ 8:23 pm
painted a shade of dulling off-white
the slats that lead up
into stencil-cut pricks
pose an insignificant threat
to the possibilities of glimpses
not held back by rusting chains.
my collar could just as easily be made of wind.
the stake that grounds me
an annoying plastic
dyed blue with scorn
can be melted only
by the embers of my own constraints.
i’ll blame the fence
because i’m starting to hate you.
» Posted By kalena On 01.22.2012 @ 4:12 pm
like pricks in my iris
but i shrug
and back they roll.
they’ll force themselves out
when i’m left alone.
» Posted By kalena On 12.29.2011 @ 2:07 pm
i save you for later
after i’ve had my share
of boring america
each passing day
i’ll save you for later
we can find each other
after we have thoroughly digested
our share of bland terrain
» Posted By kalena On 12.27.2011 @ 11:49 pm
The last of the firewood
lay stacked like lincoln logs,
and amid crumpled quotes
and pipe-cleaner selves,
an unidentifiable heap of rubbish-
mostly ash, now-
slowly walked away,
in the faint wind.
The woods behind the interstate
make a homely fireplace.
» Posted By kalena On 12.23.2011 @ 10:20 pm
Watch the ants.
They all have their own queen,
and although not as strong
as was once talked about,
they hurry on as if no larger
beings exist to stop them.
They scurry, I scurry.
I am one of the few that worries.
But all of us ants should drop our leaves and breathe.
» Posted By kalena On 12.22.2011 @ 10:10 pm
A loft of pigeons
attacks a handful of bones
the way the dusk
falls, no less softly,
around a soundless silhouette.
Such silence severs what links remained,
all but that between a foot and greying moss.
The remnants of sunshine,
calling lightly at closed lids,
go largely ignored.
She knows that opening those lead-weighted traps
will reveal no slice of moon.
» Posted By kalena On 12.20.2011 @ 10:01 pm
it’s silent here,
as loud as the claps
that shake the trees
in the summer rain.
except the puddles have dried.
the air waits,
nervously tensing its ankles
as it crouches,
seeking an end
to the deafening absence of sound.
» Posted By kalena On 12.19.2011 @ 8:45 pm
The night swirled
about her distant gaze
like a gown
around a scrawny set of ankles.
Where she looked,
a near-stranger exhaled
the last of something warm.
the dying rings
were a beckon.
» Posted By kalena On 12.11.2011 @ 7:42 pm
I don’t think people really deserve things. It’s impossible to know what’s good and where rewards are owed. I’m sorry, I’m incapable of poetry today.
» Posted By kalena On 12.05.2011 @ 1:43 pm
i miss the gentle guidance
of your breath on my neck’s nape.
but still i would obey.
“i like your hips,”
you once cooed,
and reluctantly i caved.
» Posted By kalena On 12.03.2011 @ 12:08 pm
all of the nervousness and anger, combined with the eerie assertion that i will indeed find beauty in this place, and soon, and often, has left me feeling that nothing is really all bad, after all.
» Posted By kalena On 11.03.2011 @ 8:29 pm
the husband of my heart
rests not in a man
but in a gentle mist
from a quiet mountain
“here, you will not be afraid.”
» Posted By kalena On 10.30.2011 @ 10:01 pm
I’m close to it.
» Posted By kalena On 10.02.2011 @ 7:58 pm
Half of the time, I’m utterly void of any feeling towards myself. I ignore the consciousness I’m using, focusing instead on the environment and few inhabitants that seem worthy of observation. Then, suddenly, all i see is my own lack of appeal. I am too contained in what I lack to want to move at all. These halves diverge into a scattered mess of matter that has grayed due to exposure to relentless uncertainty, and somehow it tells me to drift on, ignoring the helpless whole all at once.
» Posted By kalena On 09.29.2011 @ 10:03 pm
i learned more there, beneath a shroud of waving trees
than i ever did from a book or any breathing thing.
» Posted By kalena On 06.09.2011 @ 10:22 pm
I slunk, as usual, into the left-hand side of the sinking booth. I hated that i only had ten, waning minutes to devour the same chicken i had eaten there for weeks. I wasn’t truly tired of the chicken- it was always surprisingly delicious, even to the conditioned pallet. I was tired, verily, of the booth. It slumped beneath my weight as it had the weight of others- heavier others- and I did not like to slump for such a short amount of time. I checked the clock. Ten minutes were lost, minutes I could never understand while I held them. When i clocked out at 9:03, more than a part of me wondered how long i could continue letting those minutes slip into the unworthy hands of the fast-food industry. More than a part of me knew I would never change a thing.
» Posted By kalena On 05.24.2011 @ 9:17 pm
the anger swelled
from a sadness withheld.
it bit into the darkness,
the little lighted patches
cause by a blue screen.
it fell away just as it came.
his words, his eyes so far away.
all is fair. all is well. all can be okay.
» Posted By kalena On 05.22.2011 @ 12:44 am
love me for the blotches
and all the little scars.
find them all as beautiful
and i find the sincerity in your earthy eyes.
» Posted By kalena On 05.18.2011 @ 9:06 pm
the words erupted from a poorly made sidewalk
like a bud of a tulip ever-reaching
to the light it could barely feel.
once a flower,
the petals fell, misshapen,
upon a cemented grave.
lost was every letter,
even for an epitaph.
» Posted By kalena On 05.15.2011 @ 7:34 pm
lying there on the blistering cement,
a dulled coin shone for no one.
corroded by rains and tires
and angry fires,
it appeared blackened like lifeless soot.
no one turned it over
or cared enough to see:
on the other side it stood there, glowing,
shrouded in simple misery.
» Posted By kalena On 05.12.2011 @ 7:12 pm
i’ve mumbled too long
about the changes i’m feeling
about the fears in my chest
about the dangers of breathing.
i’ve sighed too long
about the faults all about me
about the faults all around me
about the reasons i’m not okay.
give me a waver this time.
» Posted By kalena On 05.07.2011 @ 6:55 pm
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red flower summer is beautiful. sweet honey and buzzing bees. morning sew drops and warm sunshine breed sweetness in plants. we are lucky to be here. blue skys, singing birds.
» Posted By kalena On 04.30.2011 @ 11:15 am