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. 😊
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
623 reads
19 Comments
Love me nots
Color me broken
& make it in blue
I'm too tired to play
I'll wrap myself
in the same old lines
& watch 'em blow away
I've singed my fingers
too many times
the home fires won't be lit
love will find my ashes
& the wind will taste it
on her lips
& make it in blue
I'm too tired to play
I'll wrap myself
in the same old lines
& watch 'em blow away
I've singed my fingers
too many times
the home fires won't be lit
love will find my ashes
& the wind will taste it
on her lips
#sadness
#love
#LifeStruggles
357 reads
8 Comments
Love like ghosts
A girl can't get any privacy around here
It's a restless moon night
& she's pulling down the dark
slippin' in slow & easy
such a tease
pushing through the blinds
until I slap
her pretty hands away
a jealous woman
she loves
the way your name tastes
on my skin
one day she might
steal the black
right out of the sky
& ride it all the way to heaven
before I can lick
the flames from my fingertips
It's a restless moon night
& she's pulling down the dark
slippin' in slow & easy
such a tease
pushing through the blinds
until I slap
her pretty hands away
a jealous woman
she loves
the way your name tastes
on my skin
one day she might
steal the black
right out of the sky
& ride it all the way to heaven
before I can lick
the flames from my fingertips
#lover
398 reads
13 Comments
Won't you be my neighbor
Hey neighbor
What a beautiful house
the guesthouse isn't too shabby either
Picturesque stone walls,
iron gates to keep out the riffraff
Even the raccoons
prefer the view
fat & happy
livin' the life
Sorry it took me so long
to drag my shitty vehicle
I'm sure steelhead season
is good this year
It must be terribly hard
to maneuver
that (tiny) fishing boat
with me parked across from your gates
My side of the street
isn't as nice as yours
putting my car in front of...
What a beautiful house
the guesthouse isn't too shabby either
Picturesque stone walls,
iron gates to keep out the riffraff
Even the raccoons
prefer the view
fat & happy
livin' the life
Sorry it took me so long
to drag my shitty vehicle
I'm sure steelhead season
is good this year
It must be terribly hard
to maneuver
that (tiny) fishing boat
with me parked across from your gates
My side of the street
isn't as nice as yours
putting my car in front of...
#funny
#TruthOfLife
328 reads
11 Comments
Broken strings & dirty things
stillness isn't in my nature
& a body
is a terrible thing to waste
I can't wait to get my hands on you
slick & hard
against my softness
I simply must have you
trembling
at my tender mercies
all finger, no fret
& a body
is a terrible thing to waste
I can't wait to get my hands on you
slick & hard
against my softness
I simply must have you
trembling
at my tender mercies
all finger, no fret
#love
#lust
#music
522 reads
12 Comments
Amazing (dis)grace
I've begun to think some of us are made of rain, caught up in the storm, waiting for some elusive break in the clouds & as soon as that big, beautiful sun peeks out, all the others come to bask too.
They come & they stand too close to me, their mouths agape & their hands aching to touch something warm while my skin is still damp with ozone.
That smell, it lingers there, soft & sweet & wonderful & it all seems so beautiful, so beautiful.... when the sun hits just right.
I never wanted to be beautiful
They come & they stand too close to me, their mouths agape & their hands aching to touch something warm while my skin is still damp with ozone.
That smell, it lingers there, soft & sweet & wonderful & it all seems so beautiful, so beautiful.... when the sun hits just right.
I never wanted to be beautiful
#sadness
#love
#LifeStruggles #frustration
#LifeStruggles #frustration
388 reads
5 Comments
Moon over Camp Hope
this town has her secrets
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
they settle on the southern hills
when it rains
& the memories of my ancestors
callused hands
still hold her close
I wonder if they hear it too
her people grieving
for their families, their jobs
their broken homes & backs
as they fall through cracks
and disappear with every single drop
Her mountains are beautiful
our protectors
snow covered peaks
bringing bittersweet sorrow
to the lost at Camp Hope
heart of this town
But she grows as cold &...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#homelessness #poverty
#homelessness #poverty
340 reads
10 Comments
Chiaroscuro
my heart thrives
among root & stone
& I gather myself
casting frustrated remains
of unwritten poems
out into the dark
with empty hands
I find myself content
in the company of stars
yet foolishly missing
illusions
of your existence
in my salacious mind
I dance in abstract
painted
of the finest parchment
where reckless strokes of passion
can only color me beautiful
I'll be the one in black&white
among root & stone
& I gather myself
casting frustrated remains
of unwritten poems
out into the dark
with empty hands
I find myself content
in the company of stars
yet foolishly missing
illusions
of your existence
in my salacious mind
I dance in abstract
painted
of the finest parchment
where reckless strokes of passion
can only color me beautiful
I'll be the one in black&white
#love
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
513 reads
6 Comments
The girl with the raven tattoo
the way a good, firm slap on the ass devours
a woman's sanctities should be criminal, but we all enjoy a little blush on the cheek.
Yeah, even her...
she's a good girl, all class & awkward grace, soft around the edges, no makeup on her face. her dresses hang in order, always in the back, right above those sexy heels she plans on talking back.
concrete & wildflowers, lonely city streets, you can see the rain clouds in her eyes & feel the ache in her feet.
there's a way to the heart of a woman like her, soul reigning free where the wild...
a woman's sanctities should be criminal, but we all enjoy a little blush on the cheek.
Yeah, even her...
she's a good girl, all class & awkward grace, soft around the edges, no makeup on her face. her dresses hang in order, always in the back, right above those sexy heels she plans on talking back.
concrete & wildflowers, lonely city streets, you can see the rain clouds in her eyes & feel the ache in her feet.
there's a way to the heart of a woman like her, soul reigning free where the wild...
#lover
494 reads
4 Comments
Palladio in Red
I love bothering you
wandering through you
as if I own the place
leaving quiet little secrets
that catch the light like sparks
when you think of me
I've seen you watching
with your lover's eyes
casting seductive shadows
with wicked intentions on the page
knowing my fallacious heart
can't resist the color
I always did love wearing red
wandering through you
as if I own the place
leaving quiet little secrets
that catch the light like sparks
when you think of me
I've seen you watching
with your lover's eyes
casting seductive shadows
with wicked intentions on the page
knowing my fallacious heart
can't resist the color
I always did love wearing red
#lover
509 reads
13 Comments
St Teresa's roses
The wind blows us
a little farther apart some days
& maybe she's supposed to
That silver chain around your neck,
I can see her outline resting on your heart
& I'm certain she carried you through
whatever it was that made you
hold her close.
Soft & quiet stirrings from
some forgotten part of me whisper things I cannot hear & I tremble in wanton silence,
wishing I could rest there too.
Wild Irish roots & a namesake,
no roses here.
I was such a strong woman
& when the...
a little farther apart some days
& maybe she's supposed to
That silver chain around your neck,
I can see her outline resting on your heart
& I'm certain she carried you through
whatever it was that made you
hold her close.
Soft & quiet stirrings from
some forgotten part of me whisper things I cannot hear & I tremble in wanton silence,
wishing I could rest there too.
Wild Irish roots & a namesake,
no roses here.
I was such a strong woman
& when the...
#sadness
#love
#LifeStruggles #spiritual
#LifeStruggles #spiritual
454 reads
6 Comments
Gypsy grey
good company is hard to find
I stopped looking years ago
color me lonely
any night of the week
& I'll still be a fool
in the morning
but I'll never
pay top shelf
to see the bottom
of another glass
that's a different kind of empty...
I stopped looking years ago
color me lonely
any night of the week
& I'll still be a fool
in the morning
but I'll never
pay top shelf
to see the bottom
of another glass
that's a different kind of empty...
#love
#loneliness
437 reads
8 Comments
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