Submissions by Kasai
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I wouldn't say I'm an inexperienced poet, but staying in the lines has never been one of my strong points. 😊
.38 ways to say i love you
Its blackness shone as a terribly familiar contrast & that gaping maw
matched the pit of your eyes perfectly
I always did love those storm cloud eyes
even when they didn't belong to you
the earth still spun as our children slept
flimsy doors & drywall illusions
tucked them in each night
better than I ever could
& the only gift I had left to give them
was survival.... because love
wasn't enough
I watched the ghosts flit in & out
of a .38 (caliber) hole above a rickety ceiling fan
each clack of...
matched the pit of your eyes perfectly
I always did love those storm cloud eyes
even when they didn't belong to you
the earth still spun as our children slept
flimsy doors & drywall illusions
tucked them in each night
better than I ever could
& the only gift I had left to give them
was survival.... because love
wasn't enough
I watched the ghosts flit in & out
of a .38 (caliber) hole above a rickety ceiling fan
each clack of...
#love
#healing
#DomesticViolence
644 reads
12 Comments
Raconteur - a person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way
I didn't know you, but I'm sure someone did & maybe you met each day that way, chaotic & intense like an unexpected, sideways rain.
you shoved your stories in your pocket & walked away & it makes me wish I'd read them one last time.
you'll live the details I have an eye for & I'll write about them to remember what I never knew, your absence slowly replacing what's been written.
all those little bits 'n' pieces we leave behind, there's always someone out there, hanging on to at least one of them
& they'll rest in that...
you shoved your stories in your pocket & walked away & it makes me wish I'd read them one last time.
you'll live the details I have an eye for & I'll write about them to remember what I never knew, your absence slowly replacing what's been written.
all those little bits 'n' pieces we leave behind, there's always someone out there, hanging on to at least one of them
& they'll rest in that...
#LifeAsAWriter
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6 Comments
Sun chaste
The entrance to spring is arrogant this year & it leaves me disoriented, but I'm glad the wind still knows how to slap some color into my cheeks.
My heart is a winter tragedy & I left my secrets back in December, quiet and frozen beneath hoarfrost intricacies.
The sun might thaw them out one day if I should ever catch it, but I learned long ago not to chase the things I wasn't meant to have.
My heart is a winter tragedy & I left my secrets back in December, quiet and frozen beneath hoarfrost intricacies.
The sun might thaw them out one day if I should ever catch it, but I learned long ago not to chase the things I wasn't meant to have.
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#FeelingLost
490 reads
9 Comments
Lemon trees
When days were somber and the winds were rude, I begged the sky to fall
With hands wrapped tightly around the splinters of August, I parted the earth, severing established roots like old, sunbaked bones
You always loved me armed & in warpaint,
drowning me in reckless hues that somehow matched the madness in my eye
I saw you in the garden one day, frail & hunched & there were demons on your back
The fruit trees died the day I left
With hands wrapped tightly around the splinters of August, I parted the earth, severing established roots like old, sunbaked bones
You always loved me armed & in warpaint,
drowning me in reckless hues that somehow matched the madness in my eye
I saw you in the garden one day, frail & hunched & there were demons on your back
The fruit trees died the day I left
#healing
495 reads
13 Comments
Soulish
my soul is paradoxical
I hold hands
with vivid reflections
watching a slanted world
gnash its rows of hungry teeth
& I make myself small
find me there in limbo
singular & adrift
on naivete & sin
chasing tiny static flecks
that almost
dance like stars
but I could never wish on them
even stars burn out eventually
I hold hands
with vivid reflections
watching a slanted world
gnash its rows of hungry teeth
& I make myself small
find me there in limbo
singular & adrift
on naivete & sin
chasing tiny static flecks
that almost
dance like stars
but I could never wish on them
even stars burn out eventually
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
429 reads
13 Comments
Traces of me
I find myself tracing syllables of you
again & again curious
at the glimmer of possibility
& why it seems so stunning
in the dark
I can't seem to look away
Yet, in the veil
of my captive eyes
lachrymose abundance
is a perennial tragedy
silver edged & tarnished
It tastes metallic on my tongue
& when love
has forsaken me
one last time
I will still be as foolish
as my hands are empty
again & again curious
at the glimmer of possibility
& why it seems so stunning
in the dark
I can't seem to look away
Yet, in the veil
of my captive eyes
lachrymose abundance
is a perennial tragedy
silver edged & tarnished
It tastes metallic on my tongue
& when love
has forsaken me
one last time
I will still be as foolish
as my hands are empty
#sadness
#love
#loneliness #healing
#loneliness #healing
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Cup of company
There are clouds in my coffee today, I can see them in the reflection of my reflection, rising with the steam
Maybe if I lean over just right, my curls will trap us both
I'll drift away on the sweet, rich scent of it & smile, just like I do when I think of your silly
bare feet
Maybe if I lean over just right, my curls will trap us both
I'll drift away on the sweet, rich scent of it & smile, just like I do when I think of your silly
bare feet
#crush
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19 Comments
Certified Addict
Thanks for the year supply
It's been fun
What's another word for speculative?
Clinical....
But only in the medical industry
I purge my system
synapses slowly sparking
Neural pathways rerouting....
Clinical diagnosis
Clinical exams
Clinical trial study basis
Speculation & assumption
hold hands
Prescription addictions are free
& exhaustion has lifetime refills
It's been fun
What's another word for speculative?
Clinical....
But only in the medical industry
I purge my system
synapses slowly sparking
Neural pathways rerouting....
Clinical diagnosis
Clinical exams
Clinical trial study basis
Speculation & assumption
hold hands
Prescription addictions are free
& exhaustion has lifetime refills
#LifeStruggles
#healing
409 reads
16 Comments
bunte reihe
I want him that way
raw & human
& drunk on the scent of me
& I want him
to fall into me
hard & fast & reckless
until his mouth
tastes
of my perfume
raw & human
& drunk on the scent of me
& I want him
to fall into me
hard & fast & reckless
until his mouth
tastes
of my perfume
#lover
#crush
609 reads
17 Comments
beaUtiful
Captivated by how you see the sky
I gravitate toward the colors of you
fascinated, as if I've never seen them before
They all run together in the rain
& I find myself envious
of the drops that know you best
certain that at least one has lingered
I sit with myself
& my chaotic little sparks
smiling as I sift through the ash
wondering if you've always
been so beautiful
Or if you even know...
I gravitate toward the colors of you
fascinated, as if I've never seen them before
They all run together in the rain
& I find myself envious
of the drops that know you best
certain that at least one has lingered
I sit with myself
& my chaotic little sparks
smiling as I sift through the ash
wondering if you've always
been so beautiful
Or if you even know...
#FallingInLove
#crush
558 reads
13 Comments
Scent of a man
I like my coffee
like my men
fully
loaded
bring me
your heaviness love
rest inside
the softer places
I'll fall quietly
upon
your proclivities
& wet my lips
chasing
those lovely rills
all the way
to your wicked mouth
I love the way they misbehave
like my men
fully
loaded
bring me
your heaviness love
rest inside
the softer places
I'll fall quietly
upon
your proclivities
& wet my lips
chasing
those lovely rills
all the way
to your wicked mouth
I love the way they misbehave
#lover
595 reads
18 Comments
25yrs to life
forgotten memories
can't be written
they hide behind blank pages
& battle weary mornings
I toss them carelessly
into a dusty corner
to grow repressive cobwebs
over graymatter prison cells
you don't get to choose
what or who you remember
they're all condemned
guilty by association
out of body, out of mind
my children's milestones
left behind...
& those were mine
those were mine
can't be written
they hide behind blank pages
& battle weary mornings
I toss them carelessly
into a dusty corner
to grow repressive cobwebs
over graymatter prison cells
you don't get to choose
what or who you remember
they're all condemned
guilty by association
out of body, out of mind
my children's milestones
left behind...
& those were mine
those were mine
#motherhood
#abuse
#PTSD
#healing
#DomesticViolence
544 reads
19 Comments
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