Archive | February 2013


This isn’t a promo for some website. This is just a great video about addressing the issue of bullying and I believe it’s worth sharing.



Illuminated by the streetlights, glistening through the window
The dim, neon, green passes my face; casts an ugly shadow
I expected so much from the promised lands.
I only got stones.

This is not the birthday I thought it would be.

I saw the tears where there was gold,
I was the only one to fold
But they; they see the wonders the world may hold
I see the death, the dust,
the seeds that failed to grow.
Collecting them in the grooves in the sole of my shoes
Embedded deep, as I walk the lonesome road

Some days I see the rainbows, some nights
the dancing stars in the sky
I can feel the sunlight, the rays of life
But also the clouds above my eyes
Swirling and rumbling, shrouding my mind
Suffocating my dreams, killing my time

This is not the birthday I thought it would be.

The unsettled air ruffles past me with a low drone
As I lay in the dark, I hear a whistle. But I’m all alone.
I awake, eyes open. It’s the afternoon.
The humidity blankets me, then chokes…
I feel the heat radiate off the bricks and through my window.
Oh, how the summer brings me down so quickly

Bringing about these sobering thoughts into my frail head
That flood in sporadically, erratically, with no warning at all
It’s a depressant and a motivator, but I easily forget
The deeper meaning from that motivating thought

This is not the birthday I thought it would be.

I don’t know why I have this strange affliction
To write about the unkind and the barely written
To revel in the beauty of a washed out thought
And to stay in the valleys, under shadows I walk
Or to feel the joy when I feel such pain
And to walk through a path that’s littered with rain
While soaked to the bone in my useless coat
I feel eyes stare back in this wilderness I roam.

As I smile in fear as the dawn approaches,
The light that brings tears slowly encroaches.

This is not the birthday I thought I’d wake up to see

Office, 5 p.m.

Whisper, lend me your ears

Don’t speak, let the silence utter its peace

Let the dim of the neon, warm your senses

and the cool glow, ruffle your feathers

Buzz. Your ears prick up at the murmur

the low droning hiss of the lights grows and furthers;

increasing, swirling with pastels and dreamy lights

The clock clicks and reality floods your mind.


Six fifty-three.

Staring back is the devil in Prada.

Those eyes, piercing through the glass.

“Why do I still have that photo?” You wonder,

as stars shimmer a reflection off your desk

your eyes twinkle as they flicker through gaps in the mess


It’s been a while since you both cried wolf

Been a while since you howled at the moon

Sat alone, thoughts to yourself

Pots boiling over as she cleans out the shelves

Books flying here and there

As the high pitched hiss of the pan shows its flares


One more night you say, over and over again

No more pride to hide, no more pressure to pretend

Resting your knees on the carpet in a silent protest

You repeat a prayer, a prayer in ever earnest

May the nights pass quickly, may the days fall sickly

I hold with bated breath the yellow pads sent immediately


There are only white trails and its residues

The one love you had, is the one you’ll rue



burnt to the ground.

A shivering pile of dirt you say

A quivering cake of emotions you lay.

The hit of reality caught you out

Your puzzled boss glares, gaping mouth

“You’re a mess, go home, get some rest.

Everyone suffers, but it’s all just a test.”




Lights out.


– KS