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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Grimm Persinette

Grimm Persinette

By Kelley Stephens

 

 

She is beautiful a recherché catastrophe.

Everyone would turn their heads and howl as she walked by.

She was like a rag doll screaming ‘love me love me’.

And they did,

Watch her as she limps back home

She will live in repetition to survive this way.

Feeling her stomach empty, the people took pieces of her when she wasn’t looking

She’s packing up, stiffening structures and she thinks this will get what’s inside, out.

Her mother is proud of her although she skips the gory bits.

She was reflected light in mirrors crying asking where he went.

This life wasn’t something she found solid enough to cling to.

She wanted to be chased; but good luck getting past all the junk.

Sleeping in the room she plays make-believe in, has become her world.

She knew she wasn’t very important even though they all coveted her gold.

The sex was easy, she was losing everything, they captured her unborn children.

She knew better, needed and wanted to be somewhere else, or someone…

Recklessly confused and falling.

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