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Pk Kelley Poem
Listen
To the wind
You think it speaks to you
Just as you think He does
The grand coincidence
The fortunate few
Not me but the yous
Hold on to the wind
Its vapor cradle
Will only carry you
To familiar places
When I listen
I hear spaces
Copyright © Pk Kelley | Year Posted 2011
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Pk Kelley Poem
There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know
Choked it down the prickles of my throat
Then replaced my shovel with a spade
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
The perfect Swedish angel in the snow
The sickness that I still feel to this day
There are far too many things that you don't know
I loved you then I love you now and so
Painful that it has to be this way
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
Complacency and solemn still the bow
The quivver and the arrows won't obey
There are far too many things that you don't know
It's time to pull the curtain on my show
Copyright © Pk Kelley | Year Posted 2011
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Pk Kelley Poem
I’m the ugliest girl in the world
I hide on the outside
With make up
With curls
When I’m thin people like me
Congratulations!
What an achievement
For abandoning myself
When I’m fat, people like me
Ugliness peeks through
So witty!
So smart!
So talented!
Thank god she’s fat!
In between
Mother says with mother bias
What a pretty face
Father says with male bias
I’m an 8 out of 10
Thanks, Dad
Lovers know what I want to hear
But won’t say
It will seem false
It will be false
After all
I am the ugliest girl in the world
Lovers compliment others
Words never said to me
For I am ugly
If I had the right kind of knife
I’d carve an X into my face
Diagonal
Right to left
Diagonal
Left to right
X-ed out
Then there would be no question
It’s the wondering that kills me
Maybe, maybe it doesn’t matter
Maybe, maybe I’m pretty
This woman lives in me, somewhere
Battling my ugly
Battered by my ugly
In me, two people who despise each other
No one sees my wounds
Agonizing wars, b*tches brawl
If I had the right kind of knife
I’d cut them right out of my chest
Leaving a void
Where the pain was
A void
My ugly pain
MY ugly
Where would I be without my ugly?
Copyright © Pk Kelley | Year Posted 2011
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