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Kristie Souanevichith Poem
If you’ve ever sat in a dimly lit restaurant
with garlands wrapped around
its egg-shell glossy moldings
listening to the faint sound of wine glasses clinking,
amongst the pitter-patter of an unfamiliar crowd
in a late December night,
you know the feeling
It’s like a cross between Deja-vu and an epiphany
- it tells you that ‘yes, you have a good life.
This is a good thing.
The boy holding your hand loves you,
and the people at this table are happy,’
but it also tells you ‘something is missing.
This is right in all the wrong ways.
They are happy, but you are not.’
And at that moment, life is laid out in front of you;
stitched into the silk napkin above your dinner plate.
It’s a mirage of
everything you want,
everything you need, and
everything you are grateful for
but it dawns on you that,
these three things do not coincide.
There isn’t anything else to do
on a night like this,
besides fade in and out
of the conversation ringing in your right ear.
But you still listen to the glasses that continue
to clink cheerfully and the chit-chat around you
because maybe you’ll get up and leave this life behind.
But then again, maybe not.
A part of you still wants to savor it.
A part of you still wants to honor it.
So you do
Copyright © Kristie Souanevichith | Year Posted 2019
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Kristie Souanevichith Poem
He asked me, “So what are you into now?”
While I was already envisioning scripts to piece
Inside my head,
With the silence in between his lips
Sketched like woven thread
My oh my, how he had no idea
That clairvoyance is my best friend
I saw right through him
Just how abstract light can transcend
Don’t just stand there and give me those
Desolate coffee coated eyes,
Please ask me a different question
So I can discard my next tragic demise
Because when you left me,
You suddenly took the words right out of my mouth
Leaving me with what I felt,
Words that I couldn’t articulate out loud
A devil in disguise, why didn’t you just walk away
My heart galloping a mile, crisis awaits
Better yet, maybe it’s best if you did stay
Take another sip out of the witches brew
Cradling your palm against the mug,
Yielding me with inflicted wounds
I recall a time we used to madly be in love
Cosmos that danced underneath our skin,
Synapses of replayed memories levitating above
Not one love is ever the same,
Unfamiliar faces pass and expired vows
Whispering directly in his ear,
“I enjoy poetry now.”
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Kristie Souanevichith Poem
The saying goes,
“Money makes the world go round”
and yet as I step onto this adult plane
as the initiated guest that I am,
I have come to learn
how false these six words ring,
for it is not money that purports to be
the cause behind
the revolution we see,
but instead the devil we know too closely
the one we wantonly call Greed
and its want for more
need for more
be it the paper we value more than life,
or the power we strive to hold each time
lusting after what we don’t have
desiring that which is out of reach
twisting something made from purity
and it comes as no surprise
the strides some of us will allow it to go
to grasp a coveted seat
away from the many layers below
even if it means sacrificing
people along the way
bringing with it
a great deal of hurt and pain
as long as we get what we want in the end,
even if it means tarnishing
our last and only way to repent
letting go of a conscience
we no longer recognize,
until we are unable to see
through someone else’s eyes.
Copyright © Kristie Souanevichith | Year Posted 2019
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Kristie Souanevichith Poem
this void is consuming my every bit of energy
preventing me from being satisfied
with anything my hand touches
arms expanding forward
I reach out to thin air
and grasp the emptiness floating
with spaces in between my fingers
but I'm headed no where
emotions plunge like ice bergs
disintegrating into cold water
spiraling down into the abyss
how deep do I submerge
before I cant see
anything, anyone
anymore
Copyright © Kristie Souanevichith | Year Posted 2019
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