My Poetry

Blue (a haiku)

Before all this pain
The blood dripping from fish hooks
A warm pink heart

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My Poetry, Uncategorized

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.

 

-Talk To You Soon

by Kelley Stephens

 

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My Poetry

Gemini

She wants to touch the face of someone new
To breathe in the thick fog of them 
The weight of her, is back on track and
she wants to do more, to be insatiable

Things have to change or they’ll change her
and she’s taking it out on the floor,
pacing back and forth as if she
could be separate from what was parallel
from me or the clouds she longs for

I am waiting for her to look up from the 
horoscope section of the
Monday morning paper

Gemini by Kelley Stephens

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Inspiration/Quotes/Photos, My Art, Uncategorized, Videos

I’m Back a Published Artist

I’m back a published artist!


You can find me in Persephone’s Daughter’s Fall 2015 inaugural edition literary magazine (HERE).

Persephone: once abducted by Hades, queen of the underworld, vegetation goddess, protector of  young girls.
Persephone’s Daughter’s is a lit magazine dedicated to empowering women who have experienced various forms of abuse and degradation.

They also have a (TUMBLR) and a (FACEBOOK) as well if you are interested.  The magazine is geared towards Women and has a variety of art, poetry, prose, interviews and reviews.  All of the women working for this magazine are really so kind and helpful if you just want some advice or someone to talk to.  With such great young and talented women involved in this project I see it only getting bigger and better! In saying that, I am honored that I get to say I was one of the originals!

I’ve gone through some unbelievable things since I have last blogged here and I am still figuring it all out and putting pieces together so, getting my work out there and published couldn’t have come at a better time for me. I am so thankful for the opportunity, the deadlines and the hard push it took to get to this point.  You can be sure to see more of my art being published hopefully soon!

Finally, I am happy to share that about seven or eight months ago I decided to start a YouTube channel showing sped up demos of my painting process start to finish. 
I am hoping to do a giveaway of a painting that has or will be featured in a video on my channel soon as well. So, everyone go check it out, subscribe, like and watch for me please! The link is (HERE) or you can click the red You Tube link above!

 

6th Street

6th Street  by Kelley Stephens-  If anyone is interested in purchasing artwork or if you have any inquiries please email me at kelleystephens20x1@gmail.com 

 

Remember to check out all the red links above and thank you for your time!

-K

 

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My Poetry

Only We

Only We

By Kelley Stephens

 

My belly button comes unraveled,

your arms slide around me outstretched, wet;

I thought I was standing when you coded.

 

Surely your mind is repairing flat tires,

as Im enervated, my tears making stains on the ground.

 

Switching places with me behind patterned blue curtains,

while the sun is so proud of you; basking, you outshined,

the ice buried inside me is born from lost black diamonds.

 

To think in order to feel warm, I need to wear you,

then your sweat trickles down cool sapped images of time.

 

Getting ready to leave, putting on your shirt,

Dressing myself, feeling flush as you touch my neck,

I smell your scent and I unquestionably begin to melt.

 

Laying there dreaming that your touch might,

again melt inside my icy belly, thawing love.

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My Poetry

Meet Me At The Park

Meet Me At The Park

Kelley Stephens

 

I search the wind for traces of you.

Hoping you’ll get lost in a breeze.

 

Under this midnight sky let me feel you.

I fear I have become so vacant and hollow.

 

Alone never did look good on me.

Always adhering to a strict schedule.

 

Walking our neighborhood tonight.

Starring at the stars I contemplate a truce.

Because hell is walking along side your ghost.

 

All alone still hoping that some evening,

I will catch your scent; pick you from the grass,

and wear you in my hair like a hot summer

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