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Welcome To Kims Poetry Corner.

Since I haven't written much of anything since 1999, or so you people might think. I've decided to put the new stuff on top, and then just phase the old stuff out after awhile. I might put it in an archieve or something. Here's some new poems.


NEW POEMS (2001)


Trickle of life,
Passing through the river Styx
Pretty pennies fall
from Heaven
Landing in firey drangons
mouths.
I can see the warmth
of the icy shield
Feel the blast of cold
hard metal mortar
Hear the loud restless
roar of the wind
As we travel through
my painful dreams.

Dedicated to Daniel (GreyWolf)



Comfortably dreaming
Hopelessly screaming
Why have I brought you here?
Shaking these words to hear
You're so beautiful and near
But I can't touch you--
I plead in fear!


Trembling to write a word or two
All the meanings lost on you
What can I say that you'll understand?
You've ripped my heart from my cold hands.

The words I can't write
My tongue's not quite right
I lied-
I beg you forgive me,
It doesn't sound right
My mind is a jumble, a mess
These words are all I can
-I need rest.

Jaimyns Rite


A soul baptized in the flame
Rage becoming thy- encompassing dagger.
You fight to live and cut to bleed--to kill.

Heat is a power above all Mans passion
Scortched and tainted to correct his beliefs
My own failures will torment me.

In the Fire in which I bleed.

1993-1995

The reason I started writing poetry, when I was 12, was because my 7th grade teacher made us. Back then I thought poetry was boring (like most people I was unenlightened). Anyway, the poem was cute and simple. I don't like it, but you might. It's called My Bookbag, and it was written for 1st graders.

My Bookbag

My bookbag hates my guts
I am really sure he does
He laughs at me and makes fun,
By chewing all my stuff
He gobbled up my pencil
And burped up my eraser
His strap broke on the first day
And out fell all my papers
I was thinking of his antics
And I have come to a conclusion
My bookbag is trying to give me head contusions
But even if he is
I now have an excuse
For not doing my homework,

MY BOOKBAG ATE MY TEACHER!

Cry

When you Cry
I cry
When you Lie
I cry
When you Sigh
I cry
When you Died
I cried
Where you were Laid
I cried
What you Said
I cried
Where you Died
I cried

This poem was ANOTHER school assignment, I still wasn't a "self proclaimed" poet yet. It's a anagram...or something...

KIMBERLY

Karismatic, but not eager to spell
Intelligent, but not eager to speak
Morally sound, but not eager to talk about it
Born alive, but eager to create
Eager to live, but not this time
Repressed, but by myself
Libing, but it doesn't show
Young, but waiting for youth to mature
Boredom (Because I am!)
Hatred (Because I can!)
Anger (Because I will!)
Anxiousness (Because of me!)
Fear (Because of seeing!)
Digust (Because of math!)
Pity (Because of rain!)
Boredom 2 (The Sequel) (Because I continue!)
Hapiness (Because of friends!)

1996-1998

Torn Soul

Help me, Do you know how I feel?
I'm dying, My casket is sealed
Misery is my cloak, For what I really need
Boredom is my cover, For the life that I lead
Everyone needs a soul, So where can I find mine?
Regret is my ambition, It wears off with time
Loneliness is a common occurence, to me
Screaming only shows, My obsessive feelings
This is me, Why can't you see?
Take me as I am, or go ahead and leave me
Keep me, That's what I wrote
I'm alone, On this Rockin' boat
Can you help me? You're what I need
My birth is what caused my misery and greed
Everyone talks, I can not hear
Everything I've said, Is coming from fear
Leave me alone, In my little place
I'm fading, from your smiling face
So leave me alone, In my little hole
You're tearing at my very soul

Cloud Dream #14

The drifting, lone, cloud
Broken apart from the rest of the sky
It floats across the wide blue abyss
Afraid and alone, it limps along
Casting unkown shadows on the ocean
A cloud feels pain, grief, and sorrow
It breaks apart and falls to the sea
And the Sky never noticed

#16

I never, in this life
Matched the ideals
Set before, by myself
For depression
Brought on by the illusion
Of reality
Has blinded the falsehood of
Reality.
Isolated in a world
Made up by a childs mind
In the delusional state of
Learning.
Dreams fade in and
Out of my mind
Creating the perspective of
Normality

With Love
With such a grand love
What do you give?
For when words cannot express
What do you say?
When hearts scream out!
What can you do?
If he asks for you
When do you leave?
When kisses quench your desires
How do you stop?
When you leave
How do you say goodbye?

Soft passionate kisses, like felt
Fall upon rough lips
With the tenderness of air
That blows to cool you in the summer
And warm you in the winter
Such is that of my love
For when he kisses, it cools
My senses, and heats my Passions.

Surrounded by indifference
and silence
Looking for the door in the darkness,
trapped by a tunnel of confusion
Searching each wall for the edge
of my invisible door.
Wait! He speaks!
Quietly the sound filters through
to perseption.
Stiffly I stand in the glowing
of his voice
Slowly the tunnel of darkness
glows in the words he calls out.

Lying awake at nights
Dreaming of the past to be
Living the dream of before
The passion of the word
Melodies waft through memories
Syllables turn to notes-
Honey to wine-
And back to the vine
Lifted through vibrations
Then placed on the window sill
Sitting, listening to the rain fall
Snuggled against a brick wall
Hearing thoughts no one will know
Missing me love, who's gone
Thinking to pass the days
Feeling kisses on my lips
Holding his heart close to my breast
And still I sit, listening to a world go by
I need, and it makes me cry
But the rain keeps me company
So do I

Don Quixote Days

Dreaming of rose petal beds
Sleeping on the bed of nails
Thinking of a time of freedom
While I stand in chains
Talking to the genius of my time
Walls make strange companions
Sweet lullabies fade in and out
Villainous cannons sound in my head
Silk lining and lace drapings
Burlap sacks and cotton bags
Having worked for all I own
Sitting here I'm all alone
To love you is to be reborn
I see the light of love
To know you are the one
To know our jouney's doen
I repeat my prayer to have you
I wish my prayers come true
For my love, I am here
Always a half step nearer
Alas in my wretched heart
We'll always be torn apart
So to the one I love:
Until the next challenge comes!

Kim on Being a Poetess

Writing a poem
Takes nothing but time
You give it your feelings
And somethimes it ryhmes
A poet is nothing
Without measure and beat
The snap of your fingers
The stomp of your feet
The cry of the tiger
The shine of the moon
And the end, always comes
Too soon.

FOUR YEARS TALLER

One year older
How time does fly!
How the freshmen
Seem lower than me
I can remember
All those three years ago
I thought all Seniors
Were made out of stone
But here I am
I feel really old
Now I'm a Senior
I've come into fold
I didn't think I'd get here
But awfully glad I did
It just reminds me
How much I miss
Being a kid
Father opened his hands to revel the scars
Scars that had been created before I was born
He had got them crying, for my life, he was torn
He cried for my future and what I was to be
Worrying and praying that my heart would be pure
Hoping my life wouldn't end like his had before
He wished for a daughter, a writer at that
With wit and reflex like a jungle cat
So when I was born and he blessed my heart
He knew I would be different from the start
Now I write, for dusk to dawn
Just fulfilling the wish He had thought

The Race for Life

Death swept by at a lively speed
While Time stayed behind the rest
As the race persists, Time crept up to Death
Entering the final stretch, Life gave up
TIme and Death had won
And they danced, until the races
Again began.

PIGEONS

Pigeons walking aimlessly through life
Chattering and pecking at the other birds
They follow the leaders and flock together
When danger arises they take flight
A piece of bread is thrown to them
With selfishness each pigeon pecks at it
When a gull catches the crumb;
The demean themselves by condeming the crumb
Hungry with greed and lust they survive
By ostrizing the Raven
The Raven stays solitary and flies alone
She observes the fickle Pigeons and their frivilous rituals
Evolution might have saved the Pigeons from the trees
But Nature tortures them with each other

The above poem was not an attack on pigeons whatsoever. Thank you.

Everyone is a cardboard cut-out of everyone else
The reason malls never go under, is the same
Stores stock up on assembly line designers
The Gap, Guess?, Macy's they're all the same
No matter where you look, Tommy Hilfiger's got you!
Everywhere you shop the jeans are all the same
By all means buy the mainstream Clinique powders
For a mere $5.75 with an ordinary name, it's all the same
Paying a fortune for a pair of shoes a la Nike
Get the shoes wholesale, they all fall apart all the same
Reading Cosmo, Redbook, and Vogue for tips
Never read the articles, the facts are all the same
Millions starve, are homeless and poor
While Mervyns is still open, we'll all be the same

Gap, Guess, Macy's, Tommy Hilfiger, Clinque, Cosmo, Redbook, and Vogue are all TM

She dressed in black
To mourn her own death
She wore the white orchid
TO believe in her own demise
She shut herself up
In a tomb of the heart
To die within the naked walls
Yet she never died
She engrossed herself in misery
And everyone lived
Happily There After...

1999

Disillusions

Life spent in plastic
Gasping for elegance lost
Morbid tendencies turn white
Shown the fraud you are
Voices speaking echoes
You hear thim all around
Yes we are greedy
But we're tidy
Total chaos clutters the verse
when suddenly it ends
Abruptly.

Beautiful Lover

Bright yellow golden clay
Molded beneath my fingers
Dark blue midnight nirrors
Reflecting all his beauty
Transparent wihte ivory sun
Brightens every morning
Flashing tomato red sensors
Snesitive to my desire
Depp sensual itelligence
Speaks to only my heart

That seems to be all I have in my stash. I'm always up to constructive critisism, so e-mail me. Love, Peace, and Harmony~ Kim the Author

P.S.

Think for yourself, poetry comes from within!

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