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Kellie Thomas Poem
My spirit and soul are trapped in this vessel of flesh. They scream to escape and to be liberated and soar on the breezes of life. To frolic freely among the trees, among the clouds and to run without weight and care.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they want to get out. Out from under all the stress and demand in life out from all the evil and hate of the world.
My spirit and soul are trapped in demand to perform, to keep a smile when I am down, to keep a stiff upper lip.
My spirit and soul are trapped to work for things and objects, to keep up with Jones and Kardashians.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that all men are made equal when the reality of this world says different, that only green currency is the great equalizer.
My spirit and soul are trapped into believing that single is not wholeness that it is necessary to be joined with another body to be view without stigma.
My spirit and soul are trapped in a body not acceptable because it's fat, it's woman and it's black and aging.
My spirit and soul are trapped and they are screaming to be free... screaming to reveal all the possibilities of how good life could be if I just didn't give a damn about who thinks what about me.
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Feeling the breeze of your breath caressing me.
I stand at attention of your every need.
All that I yearn is to be your desire,
trapped inside of ecstasy.
Wanting and needing you to be a part of me,
no sense of time or place.
My only purpose at this time and space,
is to for fill every thrill that you crave
Until we part to our grave
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No more kissing you insanely
Feeling passion blush across my body
The warmth of your hands to guide me
No more feeling your heart beat next to mine
The sweat of our bodies meeting, cling
Cling onto one another lost becoming one
No more, rhythmic lovemaking in our own time.
Lost in our own obtuse formation of tangling
limbs
Struggling to please each others' fixation
Delighted and thrilled
No more to you the man I love
No more love
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You said you loved me and I believed
\Oh, how you deceived
\Hey Mister you promised to be good to me
\And now you leave?
\You said I was a lady
\Sweet and gentle
\You said that I was smart and limber
\Hey Mister
\You eat my food I cooked for you
\You tasted the fruit
\And said it was tight
\So, why, why wasn't I worth the fight?
\Hey Mister
\What went wrong?
\What happened to our favorite song?
\Color faded to gray the day you went away.
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Fade to black and disappear.
I don’t give a **** just get out of here.
I am tired of your mess and all of your drama; damn I am even sick of your mama!
This is the day that you need to leave and do it quickly.
Abracadabra, hocus-pocus, watch me make you disappear.
You go away, scat be gone, get on away from here and leave me alone.
Just leave no more texting or calling from my cell phone to the house phone, no more begging, no more lying.
Just go, just leave. This scene is over, the act is done the credits have rolled so now just be gone!
No more stalking my house and being creepy, no more of you, no of your lies pack your grocery bag of clothes and slide.
Slide right out of here, out my house, out my life just be gone why must I say it twice?
Be gone!
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As I drive the highway I realize that I am not anxious as I see cars flying past me dangerously in a rush.
I reflect on my destination and all that I have to do today and realize there no urgency so I can stay in the slow lane.
I can't remember the last time I felt this way? Just slowly on my way driving feeling sorry for those cars that are in such a hurry.
I know how it feels to live on a watch, from here to there and it feels like it will never stop.
But today, this day I am on the highway driving in the slow lane.
No worries, just getting from point A to B safely.
Hey look at me I am driving the highway in the slow lane and my hair is not blue, I am not retired or with nothing at all to do but yet and still I am driving in the slow lane, it's such a thrill!
Relaxed and listening to melodic tunes really seeing and enjoying the views in the slow lane.
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Kellie Thomas Poem
Me needing to touch
To feel
To talk and to smell you
I miss your kiss
I miss your ways
I think about all you
Throughout my day
Rambling through my mind
I hate you but I want you to be mine
Your cynical ways and coy demeanor
Attitude to feel a theater
Confidence you say you have
I say arrogance you act like a Jackass
Time feels motionless without you in it
It hurts so deep that I get lost within
My own self-pity
Swirling around in my brain is only
Thoughts of you and your tormenting ways.
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Confusion engulfs my mind and my eyes whale
with tears and I cry.
I cry for the love that I've lost
I cry for the child that was lost
I cry for the memories are a daze
I cry because at times I feel I'm going
insane.
A batter body that carries my thoughts
In pain I move to and fro
More pain than my mind can stand
I cry at the lose of a man
I cry at the lose of a mother never had
I cry at the bleak and dark past
I cry and howler for pain has engulf me
Taken over this raggedy body
I cry out in misery
Somebody, please, please someone help me.
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Kellie Thomas Poem
Live to give and not merely to exist.
Bettering someone else's life with a
memory or a tip. Seeing beyond yourself
to bring about peace of mind to
better someone else's situation with
a little of your time. Live to give and not merely to exist.
\Learning to choose your fights wisely
and not for the sake of spite but for
honor, pride and dignity to live a
peaceful life. Live to give and not
merely to exist for the importance of
life will surely pass you by if you
don't try and just plan on getting by.
You won't have anything to give unless
you sacrifice pieces of your life.
\A selfish man does things his way with
no regard to others for his mission is
to exist for himself and in himself he
lives to exist.
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What will the day birth as the sun kisses my
cheek?
\What new faces shall I encounter as I walk
the city streets?
\What new voices shall I hear as I hold the
phone near?
\People, places, and time are my future and
my past.
\As the moments of life passes me by whom,
where and when will he finally come into my
life?
\As I make it home at days end, who shall I
pass before I get in?
Into my solitude, I begin to cry, day after day wondering why?
\Why hasn't he found me by now, wondering why
haven't I begin to live as complete without
my other side attached to me?
\If two become one, then what is one, whole
but incomplete?
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