poem – KaylaAnn

Poetry

An Old Friend

May 19, 2020May 16, 2020 kaylaannauthor

Creativity builds up inside me

I can feel it rising, rising, rising

And yet

My fingers hesitate over the keys

Unfamiliar with the old actuality

Of writing

This renewed and welcomed ability

To chase after productive originality .

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Blogmas 2019

Blogmas Poem: Colors Reflected on Wet Pavement

December 4, 2019November 23, 2019 kaylaannauthor

The

wet pavement

reflects my heart, Perhaps a

bit worn, perhaps a bit damp, Footprints

and memories left behind by strangers and friends alike,

Who little understand the effect their presence leaves, But ultimately

My heart celebrates the coming of bright, twinkling lights

And warm Eskimo kisses

Shared between lovers

And family alike.

One of my favorite parts about the Christmas season are all the different colors and pretty lights! There is just something so joyful and encouraging about seeing bright multi-colored light reflected off of rain soaked pavement. It can cheer any melancholy heart. Don’t you think?

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Alphabet Challenge

“E” is for Evening Song

October 2, 2019October 2, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Evening song sung

Elegant candles flicker

Eternal slumber

Today’s Alphabet Challenge features the letter “E.” In the comments below, let me know what you think of today’s poem and drop a link to your own post that fulfills the “E” challenge! At the end of each month, I will be choosing my favorite Alphabet Challenge Entry and sharing it on my blog.

I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with. Happy Writing!

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Poetry

One Regret

August 5, 2019July 21, 2019 kaylaannauthor

My one regret:

That seed of bitterness buried deep in my heart

I try to forgive, try to forget

But you were supposed to protect me, not break me apart

I choke on weeds when I think of your name

Feeling pierced by thorns when I see your face

When I wake at night, heart dead in my chest

As sobs cycle through, chasing away any chance of rest

My vision runs red, as I struggle, not knowing what to do

Wishing to blackout, just so that I can stop thinking of you

It’s hard to forgive, it’s hard to forget.

That you will always be,

the one who abandoned me,

My one everlasting regret.

thorns — Thank you @https://unsplash.com/@kellysikkema for your wonderful photo.

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Poetry

Rising

March 27, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Wounded

I am wounded.

Pierced by words

That impale, sharp as glass.

Fractured

My confidence is factured.

Struck by phrases

That strike, hard as a hammer

Rise.

I will rise.

A Phoenix

Still smoldering and covered

In my own ashes of defeat

I will

Rise.

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Poetry

Yearning

March 6, 2019March 6, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Ice

Frozen Over

Hard, Packed Dirt.

Forming an Impenetrable Roof

That Forces Me Down, Forces Me To Remain

I Crack and From Within Sprouts a Tender Root

That Demands, Insistently, to Break Through That Roof

I Am Pushing, Yearning, Propelling Through the Dirt,

Asserting My Presence. I Will Not Be Ignored. I Will

Not Be Held Down and Smothered. With One

Last Shove, I Break Through and Find the

Ground Damp Not Solid, the Air

Warm Instead of Chilled. I

Stretch Toward the Sun,

My Small Arms Raised

in Salutation. I am

Spring.

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Poetry

Your Arms

January 9, 2019January 4, 2019 kaylaannauthor

Are my stronghold

When I have no strength

•

I walk through these halls

I hold it it and smile

I nod, even though I never

Heard the question

My brain is numb

Although I swear I can hear

My heart cracking

Inch

But I must be

Strong

•

Mustn’t I?

•

Except for when you are around

Except for when I am held

Protected, safe, sheltered

In your arms

When I can allow myself

To be weak

And to weep

As I hear my hear

My heart shatter

Piece

•

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Poetry

Insomnia (A Poem)

October 12, 2018September 5, 2018 kaylaannauthor

10pm – filled with hope and a little bit

Of dread

Closing blinds, blocking out obnoxious

Street racers

Whose emissions startle with

Loud bangs

11pm – body relaxed; eyes shut tight

As a vice

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

One foot

Pull it back in before boogey man

Grabs it

12am – worrying now, knowing

I’m awake

Antsy, anxious limbs kick a bruise

In the brain

Count sheep, think, of anything

Besides falling asleep

1am – Up again, to the bathroom, what else

Is there to do?

Bright hall light scalds, cover

Your eyes

Before they burn out and turn

To ash

2am – don’t think, don’t think

Just sleep

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

Both feet

Screw the boogey man, he can

Bite me

3am – contemplating the use of extreme

Force

Really, how much damage could

It cause

To bang one’s head against

The wall?

4am – birds separated by glass tweet

And chirp

Early risers, striving for that

Damn worm

Lucky I don’t own

A gun

5am – drowsy, body sinking,

Mud trap

Is this it, can it finally be time,

To fall

Asleep, oblivion, for only

A moment

6am

7am – Alarm shrieks, shattering air.

Poetry

Write (A Poem)

October 5, 2018September 5, 2018 kaylaannauthor

Write,

Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.

Write,

Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.

Write,

Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say

I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah

I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes

Write,

Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.

Poetry

Famous for a Day

September 24, 2018August 11, 2018 kaylaannauthor

Camera clicks,

Flash alights and

People stare

Whispering behind closed hands.

They try to catch

An image

On their phones that

They can show to friends

Or familly

later on

As they try to guess

Who we are.

Are we movie stars

Or singers

Authors

Or dancers

Bloggers or

Youtubers

With a large

following?

They look and stare

And try to guess

but they’ll never realize

we were

only famous

for

a day.

***This poem was inspired by the day that my fiance and I took our engagement photos at Disneyland. We got a lot of strange looks and some people even took photos of us taking photos. It was a really nifty experience and it got me thinking, wondering what they were thinking as they stared and whispered and took their own photos.