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Kelsey Skabelund Poem
Taste of words written for those who listen
Forked tongues taste the better juice
Yet feel the harsher fate when plates are filled
With poison problems
forked tongues will engorge
with mediocrity and acts of simplicity
To suffice themselves stupid
Docile is the newest dance move
Most of you know it by heart
the hands of the abscent minded
The arms of all lost art
Desire seeming deceiving
Seeing everything you've ever wanted
Intangible dreams
produce
Manifestation Queens
Feet fuel me forward
to the door of destinations
Finding my face again
Patience with important paces
Places appear forever changing
Together with my thoughts I'm not alone here
Fear is a mask failure wears to fight u
The eyes of your enemy are your own despite you
Flowers fall after it rains its blue
The sun peaks thru the clouds
silhouettes the shapes and hues
Counting all the pieces of floating particles
Floating weightlessly in the air spectacular
Unimaginable number counted gazing and astounded
Wondering past realms of ones existence
Escaping the bonds of brainwashed bullchet
Releasing the grip on the chain of no choice
Finding the medium of the choas in ur voice
Truth is never trivial, trial tested truth
Decievers truth is tailored
fit for ones selfish use
Copyright © Kelsey Skabelund | Year Posted 2017
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Kelsey Skabelund Poem
Everyday I'm stuck
in between a living nightmare
and the path I'm paving to happiness...
And the pain I feel is real
just like the mistakes I made
that got me here
And there's nothing more
That I hold dear
Than the only thing
Thats missing here
And Here's an understatement
I'm doing better now
than I was before
Really lucky to be living
Sitting here breathin
And not dead on the floor
And even though I've changed
and i thought I crossed the finish line
It doesn't change the damage done
Doesn't bring home my only son
Lucidity is now my state of mind
Where I feel hate for myself
for choices I've made over time
I'll tell myself to keep trying
Because it probably does
mean something
And I won't give up
doing the next
best thing
even though getting there
seems so far away
Because I want to believe I'll be happy
If I do all these things
Because if not life sucks and has no meaning.
Copyright © Kelsey Skabelund | Year Posted 2017
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Kelsey Skabelund Poem
Time is floating, slowly Leaving me
Time is fleeting, as it should be
Colors arranging themselves in the shades of light
Darkness feeds off your fears at night
You thought you could escape it, your a silly fool
But all your demons live inside and use u as a tool
Yes, you should've seen it from the very start
Best to feel the flesh ripped from your beating heart
Drowning in a dark pool of blood soaked misery
Can't you not escape your own minds memory
Can't you not find solice in your own minds cell
happiness is hard to find here in hell
trying new locations frustrations swell
how is it pain always follows me with patience
and I end up my own worse enemy
Yes, you should've seen it from the very start
Best to feel the flesh ripped from your beating heart
Using advice as thread cant sew the dead
Cant use time for money make u broke dummy
might end up dead and broke choke on the truth you brought forth
might end up rich off the food for thought u sought after
whose to say what the cards have in store for u
and whose to say u aren't dealer either
Yes, you should've seen it from the very start
Best to feel the flesh ripped from your beating heart
Copyright © Kelsey Skabelund | Year Posted 2017
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