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Crystal clear

Crystal clear "

If I was made of crystal
My rainbow on the wall

Reflections of my insides
there to be seen by all

Would you still judge me
by the color of my skin

Or open up your heart
and let the rainbow in

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2019



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Smiles to the sky

I saw a cloud today
shaped just like smile

Then I saw it fade
became sad a while

Sitting there in wonder
I Had this Little Dream

About the lips that smiled
on a face I'd never seen

Then I heard a whisper
That I could barely hear

Telling me to smile back
So I did from ear-to-ear

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2019

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The truth

we are sculptures
laid between layers of brain
molded by ourselves

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2018

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The minute of the car crash

Thoughts speed racing 
through my head.
Engine exhaust caught 
in my throat.
Hands gripping the 
steering wheel firmly.
Screeching of the tires
in my ears.
Random papers from
the glove compartment
scattered about the floor. 
My world is skidding. 
I'm almost out of gas.
Windshield wipers scraping 
without rubber. 
Transmission
slipping.
Telephone poles
like a toothpick 
fence whizzing by.
Flashing lights 
through the windshield.
When will it stop!
When will it stop!
How about now?

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2019

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Poet tears

poet tears through pen
flowing down the readers cheeks
cried for evermore

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2018



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Depression

Specks of light
seep slowly
through the
cracks.

Every weakened
moment, weeping
for a spark to
ignite.

The wisdom of 
pains desire,
to release the
chains of
bondage.

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2020

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Pessimistic clown

It Wants Me Broken
like shattered glass

Living in the darkness
of an unforgotten past

Sadness and Sorrow
etched upon my face

My shoulders sagging
every step misplaced

Lost with no Direction
blinded by my own fear

Screaming inside my head
 no one else can hear

The Silence of my secrets
 has finally beat me down

The world has become a circus,
and I'm it's sadist clown

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2019

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Fear of forgiveness

You pound a spike with silence
A heart that's filled with tears
Seen a cry asking forgiveness
behind your mask of fears

Throw a stone at rubber wall
it returns to its rightful home
One that thinks he's sinless
has a heart that's made of stone

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2018

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A child of the '60s

I remember the green grass, leaves of the trees turning brown.
Walking down the stream not caring that gold lay at the bottom.
Fishing at the dam a stick a string and a hook loaded with bologna.
Laying Pennies on the railroad track, waiting for the train.
Walking through the junkyard enthralled by all the mangled metal.
Playing football in a field of mud after the heavy rains.
First time I had french fries, hot and salty from the golden arches.
Watching cartoons from the playground at the drive-in theater.
Free from the worries, free from the traps
of greed.
All I have left, is the grass turning green, and the leaves turning brown.

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2022

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Poet at the helm

Maybe I'll go all Bukowski on you, turn your cheeks scarlet red.
A little Emily Dickerson, with a lot of talk about death and the dead.
How about some dr. Seuss, that will make you laugh till it hurts in your side.
Or few words from Orson Welles on the radio when two worlds collide.
Turn your heart to mush like Browning, Yeats and Shakespeare.
Opening your eyes like Robert Frost to the earth and nature he loved so dear.
Make myself a voice like Dylan Thomas for the literary scene. 
Or Allen Ginsberg, William Blake and T.S. Eliot on the movie screen.
I can't be them cuz I got to be me, they set the bar. 
So I have to break the chains by taking it a little too far.
Maybe you won't like it that I step out of their realm.
But I have to do it because, I want to be the next poet at the helm

Copyright © KELLY PAGE | Year Posted 2021

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