Exposing of K.D.'s Soul-Poetry

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Saturday, March 28, 2009

In His Eyes

In his eyes i'm the keeper of the bedtime stories, Coming up with new adventures that aare only in his dreams. Like racing down tub drains to fight the dirt monsters, To taking his broom sword to fight the other evils only he can see. in his eyes my kisses heal all his hurts, From boo-boos on his knees, To the hurts in his heart. In his eyes i'm the maker of pancakes on Saturday mornings and mud pies in the afternoons, I'm also the one who watches his movies and cuddles up to. I'm more than I... Sign in to see full entry.

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When You're Living Hard

Last night's cigarettes and one night stand is still lingering on my lips, My brain is a touch fuzzy, But not sure I'd want to remember even if I could. That pretty dress I sported so proudly lays crumbled in the corner of the floor, It just doesn't look as pretty as it did before. Doesn't shine like it did in the store, But that's how life goes when you're living hard... When you're living hard things that glitter seem to fade away in the light of day. When you are living hard that sip of jack... Sign in to see full entry.

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Glass Houses

Living in glass houses, My pain on display for the world to see, Nothing to sooth the heartache that lives within me. I lie to myself, Making excuse for those who's joy is tormenting me. Wanting to see the good I inist lives inside them, Even when they continue to step on me. This house is of my own making, Built on what I've allowed to be, As I continue to make bad choices that at the time seem sound to me. Will I ever be able to cover the images, Be able to move from these prisons made by me,... Sign in to see full entry.

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You Could Be Me

You look at me with disgust, You have all kinds of labels for me. You think your so much better because of all of your things, But things can be taken, One mistake can win it all, You'll find yourself where I'm at. You could be like me, You laugh at my cheap clothes, Mock my low paying job too, Turn your nose at my humble things, Ready to judge on things you have no true sight in, Just taking in other's lies and claiming it to be reality. Never realizing they can turn on you as they turn on me,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Going Through The Motions

Cigarettes don't give me the same thrill like they use too, Still I light then up just to watch them burn. Coffee is bitter when it crosses my tongue, Lacks the ability to putin focus each blurry day that passes by. Each day is just a repeat of the one before, I numbly act out my duties without much thought of what I'm doing. Just wishing I could feel anythingg but pain, Anything that would make this life seem more beautiful, I'm just going through the motions, Pretending to live my life on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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