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. 😊
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2022 10:51pm
21st Jul 2022 10:51pm
I'm not the one
My love, I am not her.
Strength is a burden
and I cannot be small
beneath the weight of it.
If I only held up half the sky,
I'll have been as foolish
as the wisest curl
upon my head.
The clouds have intentions
but rain has no desire,
It slips quietly
through the cracks
and I envy every drop.
Strength is a burden
and I cannot be small
beneath the weight of it.
If I only held up half the sky,
I'll have been as foolish
as the wisest curl
upon my head.
The clouds have intentions
but rain has no desire,
It slips quietly
through the cracks
and I envy every drop.
#love
#LifeStruggles
135 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2022 9:42am
19th Jun 2022 9:42am
Whisper me hope
I'm in love
with the mountains.
I miss the way they cradle the sky
like earthbound Gods.
But these walls are whispered,
hung with a handful
of cheap thumbtacks
in the corner of a dingy room.
The stars still know my name
and I hold them so tightly
in my forgotten hands.
Last time the sun rose
I was someone else.
May the shadow of my burdens
be always cast behind me.
with the mountains.
I miss the way they cradle the sky
like earthbound Gods.
But these walls are whispered,
hung with a handful
of cheap thumbtacks
in the corner of a dingy room.
The stars still know my name
and I hold them so tightly
in my forgotten hands.
Last time the sun rose
I was someone else.
May the shadow of my burdens
be always cast behind me.
#hope
#LifeStruggles
189 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2022 7:08am
16th Jun 2022 7:08am
Bring to Naught My Bones
I never liked to sleep alone
but there wasn't room
in his ivory bed
for a woman like me,
the other ghosts had slept there
much longer than I.
He kept the closet doors shut tight
so the voices weren't as loud
and couldn't understand
why the reflections
in the black of my eyes
always made him small.
If I could find the things I've left behind
I wouldn't want 'em back
I buried those bones a long time ago...
but there wasn't room
in his ivory bed
for a woman like me,
the other ghosts had slept there
much longer than I.
He kept the closet doors shut tight
so the voices weren't as loud
and couldn't understand
why the reflections
in the black of my eyes
always made him small.
If I could find the things I've left behind
I wouldn't want 'em back
I buried those bones a long time ago...
#love
160 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2022 7:27am
7th Jun 2022 7:27am
Pretty things
Lay hold of my heart
like the moon does the sea.
I pray my soul thrives
In the darkest of depths
and I never forget the sun.
Love is a beautiful tyranny
and the winner
always loses the most.
May someone remember
the light in our eyes...
like the moon does the sea.
I pray my soul thrives
In the darkest of depths
and I never forget the sun.
Love is a beautiful tyranny
and the winner
always loses the most.
May someone remember
the light in our eyes...
#love
204 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2022 10:53am
2nd Jun 2022 10:53am
Clay Palette
Lies come in too many colors,
blue is green and green is blue…
They all run together in the dark.
Maybe I’m just color blind.
Rock-a-bye beneath the pines,
too dark to hang a moon.
Never grows a branch of lies,
sacred places heal the wounds.
Wise old owl and his
naked, bottomless question
with too many answers…
I have questions too
blue is green and green is blue…
They all run together in the dark.
Maybe I’m just color blind.
Rock-a-bye beneath the pines,
too dark to hang a moon.
Never grows a branch of lies,
sacred places heal the wounds.
Wise old owl and his
naked, bottomless question
with too many answers…
I have questions too
#LifeStruggles
#healing
201 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th May 2022 00:35am
16th May 2022 00:35am
Hireath To Passion
#heartbroken
#spiritual
137 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th May 2022 10:59pm
15th May 2022 10:59pm
ShadowMan
Devour her and heal your pain
Grow strong and she will light your way
Keep the gifts she’s given you
Her will was free
But not meant for you.
His fear began to overtake
A thief of light, he watched her break
When she began to waste away,
his eyes turned black, she could not stay.
So she prayed.
She prayed the Gods to let her go
Her ailing body,
Her dampened soul
She grew so angry when they said no
She cursed them all.
The anger grew inside her heart
The only light inside her...
Grow strong and she will light your way
Keep the gifts she’s given you
Her will was free
But not meant for you.
His fear began to overtake
A thief of light, he watched her break
When she began to waste away,
his eyes turned black, she could not stay.
So she prayed.
She prayed the Gods to let her go
Her ailing body,
Her dampened soul
She grew so angry when they said no
She cursed them all.
The anger grew inside her heart
The only light inside her...
#spiritual
264 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2022 2:09am
3rd Jan 2022 2:09am
stunted roots & walkin' boots
With a devastating
sway of hips
she broke all the rules
beautiful beneath
apocalyptic skies
her hair was
the color of october
autumn leaves fallen
quiet rain clouds slumbered
in the gray of her eyes
if this were a love poem
I'd tell you
that the faeries
graced her cheeks
with kisses...
but her boots were
much too comfortable for that
sway of hips
she broke all the rules
beautiful beneath
apocalyptic skies
her hair was
the color of october
autumn leaves fallen
quiet rain clouds slumbered
in the gray of her eyes
if this were a love poem
I'd tell you
that the faeries
graced her cheeks
with kisses...
but her boots were
much too comfortable for that
#love
393 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2022 2:22am
2nd Jan 2022 2:22am
The man in the paper hat
Cheap paper hat
Down on one knee
Asked for my hand
By the old Fury 3
I never said you could
to do that to me ...
Down on one knee
Asked for my hand
By the old Fury 3
I never said you could
to do that to me ...
#bittersweet
251 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 5:49am
30th Jan 2019 5:49am
Sui Generis
Sui generis she is, and as I watched her,
my cruel amans, riding her salacious
pirouette of grace and sin,
I knew the esse of just one
finespun tear must be exquisite
upon the tongues of Gods.
I wept as the green river snatched away
the sky’s obsidian ink.
She's so arrogant when she wears black.
She tore me shut and I’m drenched
in this night, and in her
and I don't even know her name,
but she says she knows mine .....
and If my weary legs
might still carry the weight of my...
my cruel amans, riding her salacious
pirouette of grace and sin,
I knew the esse of just one
finespun tear must be exquisite
upon the tongues of Gods.
I wept as the green river snatched away
the sky’s obsidian ink.
She's so arrogant when she wears black.
She tore me shut and I’m drenched
in this night, and in her
and I don't even know her name,
but she says she knows mine .....
and If my weary legs
might still carry the weight of my...
#love
1031 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
25th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Faded blues
Gone again, you've left with the sun,
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
my run away muse, my half-written poem.
The sky is such a devastating shade of blue
and so is the moon when I open my eyes.
Your ardent soul still sings
the music of an endless age
and I dance to the sound of it,
divine upon the tongues of leaves.
When all that shines has faded,
and my tears for you become the stars,
I will imagine my heart to be
the only living thing among them.
My lover, my imperfection, my bluest desire,
how desperately I've searched ...
#love
#grief
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#emotional
1243 reads
28 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2018 00:05am
3rd Aug 2018 00:05am
Beauty becomes her
Shades of beauty whisper
in the most wretched of places.
I see it in the streetlights casting rainbows
upon corrupt, back alley puddles.
Love is born there, in the dark.
It is the passion seen
in the eyes of a broken woman
as she turns them on you
like a loaded gun.
She is concrete wildflowers,
desperately reaching for an illicit sun.
And like a somber tear
that never left her palid cheek,
one day she will be beautiful.
in the most wretched of places.
I see it in the streetlights casting rainbows
upon corrupt, back alley puddles.
Love is born there, in the dark.
It is the passion seen
in the eyes of a broken woman
as she turns them on you
like a loaded gun.
She is concrete wildflowers,
desperately reaching for an illicit sun.
And like a somber tear
that never left her palid cheek,
one day she will be beautiful.
#love
1136 reads
25 Comments
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