When I feel alone or I try to disappear
with a white ribbon around my neck-
I’ve probably sent you five texts that day
asking that if you need someone to love
-kh
Category Archives: Poetry
Holy
we are the same
timid and graceless
making a home where we
hope the other will listen
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Scrap
The stars kind of look like the expression you give
when you start to tear up. It’s an anomalous characteristic
that is all over me -kh
Tired of Walking (nic fit)
When I watch smoke billow around me is the only time I feel calm.
A safe place.
Some need no consecration.
The way I feel about you is like getting your finger slammed in the door then needing a cigarette.
Unable to fully grip, leading you to lighting your hair on fire.
Somewhere they say is the original spark.
It is there they tell me I will find the answer.
-kh
Talk To You Soon
There will come a time I will ask you if I smell like death.
My life might have started to resemble ripped stitches.
Sometimes the world slaps me so hard it feels like I’ve been cut.
This is the reason I wear makeup so thick.
I vomit while laying on my back, the flies lay eggs in my mouth.
Maybe I will choke or my questioning of death will come out as a gurgle.
Suppose that’s the only way I can get you to answer.
-kh
I Wouldn’t
Give me that rush
for hours bright.
Make me explode
bottled up sound.
I’m unexplored and
not coming until
I feel my head layed
gently in your palm.
We’ll stay up all night.
Call me on a cloud-
I’ll give you the sky.
Let yourself through.
This is our place and
there’s nowhere safer
than you here with me.
Would you have it
any other way?
-kh
High Rise Dive
I need to crash down after the high
Bleed this love until it’s bone dry
It’s awful how I’m so addicted
Restricted to the part time love given
A kamikaze angel, a renegade lover,
lusting for blood. I need to recover
Can’t afford the shadows anymore
Next door there’s no argument
The drain is still burnt, rusted over
Drink six point beer, called it closure
It’s not space, it’s a sort of vacancy,
gravitationally challenged I suppose
Getting high all alone these days
When sex used to be a melodic phrase
I thought I had you out of my system
Twisted my thought processes again
-kh
Honestly Dishonest
I say I hold on to snippets of truth
because they have the ability to cut
Its a lie that truth heals all wounds
because sometimes it makes you fall
in love again even where there isn’t-kh
Kassandra Harte 