Kay89's blog

Only A Dream

Every poem I have written
Turns out angry and depressing.
They're all about my experiences
Of crying, cutting, or stressing.

When will I get inspiration
To write about joy or love?

Something's Wrong

"You cut yourself for attention", she says.
"It's sick to cut yourself until you bleed."
Then, instead of spending your time critisizing,
Why not give me the attention that you say I need?

Nightmares

We have all had nightmares,
About ghosts or killers or the dead.
But we wake up, and are thankful
That we're safe in our warm bed.

But my nightmares are a little different,

Happily Ever After

"It's our song", she says,
As he leads her onto the floor for a dance.
They remember when they fell in love
And fell again into that same trance.

"And they lived happily ever after",

When A Person Is Sick

I'm sure you have had a cold
It's really not all that unique.
You take a few days off,
And you're over it by next week.

But sometimes, when a person gets sick,

Men are NOT dogs

Men are NOT dogs.
How dare you call them that!
Dogs are ten times better-
They don't give a fuck if you're ugly or fat.

My dogs like me with no make up on,

In the Eyes of A Woman

I cake on my arsenal of makeup,
I spend thousands I don't have on my clothes.
I take hours trying to make myself seem okay,
From the top of my head down to my toes.

My Brother, The Sun

All the children in a family
Have a specific and definite role.
Maybe the daughter is the peacemaker,
Completing the family and making it whole.

Perhaps the son is a good athlete,

What If I Told You

Last month I had my wisdom teeth pulled,
I've bit my toungue so hard, it started to bleed.
Couple years ago I stabbed my hand with pencil-
Are you starting to feel sorry for me?

Today

What I did today took courage,
It took a ton of guts and bravery.
I know it's hard to believe, but it took
Everything I had inside of me.

Today I decided that my life will change,

My Mother's Legacy

They say there's nothing
like the love of a mother.
So having been deprived of this,
I now find it difficult to recover.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm thankful for all she has done.

Living with Depression

I am such a young person,
But my heart feels old and battered.
I am only nineteen,
But my brain feels weak and scattered.

You know,
As that saying goes,