Looks me deep in the eye and says,
"You are a beautiful poetess,
but still...a fascinating child -
A child whose beauty I could not spoil"
I am confused - hurt...Yes
By the sweet intention of his words
By the heartlessness beneath
A mere child? Is that what he takes me for?
I prefer to be na�ve
The world is more fascinating such
So sweet and sensitive I will stay...
And I slap his mature & lying hands away
-Kelly M. Kincaid October 2000�
I stare upon the tear-stained porcelain
Red portals of sadness
Through which I view this loathsome world
The porcelain mask is not my face
But, oh reality....and I hate it as I hate this world
And I try my best to dry the tears
And prepare for his coming
A thump of work boots and gnarled hands
A man who has worked hard he stands
He greets me, but yet, I stay turned away
Knowing I must tell him what I regret to say
God send me something beautiful
To awe and change his way
Like a sunset or an ocean
For I fear I am not beautiful enough
To compensate for his wound
To sadden him and sedate him from the pain
For I am not beautiful enough to be his restraint
As time passes slowly
Words exchanged
Another bleak mask of porcelian created
With pain as dark as death - a death mask
And I was the creator
God send me something beautiful
To create more beauty after pain
To crack the masks of horror
God send me something beautiful
Like a rainbow after the rain
-Kelly M. Kincaid September 1995�
Played with my head
Left me for dead
Your presence lingers
Like a song to the stars
A song to the stars
A song of lament
Candlelight flickers in sorrow
No hope to borrow
No truth to claim
No love remains
Oh, enemy of mine
Whose heart locked in ice
I took a roll of the dice
Met you and I should've thought twice
Should've thought twice
You took something sacred
Without the least bit of care
Cruel-hearted bastard
My greatest love, my greatest fear
Oh, enemy of mine
-Kelly M. Kincaid October 2000