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Coffee

To say “I miss you”

Seems silly.

Bitter aftertaste upon my tongue

Lingering like morning coffee.

 

Speaking of coffee,

You never showed up

For that date three months ago.

My pride sits patiently by the window of that coffee shop.

 

….95 cups and counting….

 

The morning chill crept in through the windows last night

Into this awfully big house.  Awfully barren. Awful.

Empty rooms mocking the lone resident.

Faceless picture frames giggling at the bleeding heart within.

 

I needed you,

But you never came for me.

Did you get my letters?

Did your answering machine mimic my desperation

 

…and spread it like wildfire in that apartment of yours?

 

A need to hear your voice,

Yet I’d have no taste for talking.

But just to hear your voice:

Nectar of the Gods to my soul.

 

Each poem spells your name.

Driven by the caffeinated veins within,

Heightened senses,

Grandiose plans.

 

….I’ll get through to you one day….

 

You’re the only one

Who keeps me dancing.

Inspiration flowing through me,

It is magic.

 

Coffee shop dreaming.

Hearty laughter with my desires,

Shaming the thought of ‘reality.’

This is the life I’ve always wanted,

 

….right?

 

 

 

 

—Original Poem—

Runaway

Do you think of me often, like I do you?

Catch wind of your name

Fire ablaze within.          

Painted pink, heavy breath, wet palms.

Infectious thoughts, they are.

 

Do you remember the day I let you go?

Airplanes lending our secrets to the clouds.

You think it shows?

You could be happy now.

I’d rather not know.

 

Loved you first when we were children.

I don’t want to waste another minute

Reminiscing.

God, I don’t want to wait until tomorrow

To tell you how I’d feel the rest of my life*

 

Do you remember the look in my eyes?

The one for you, and you only?

You left me upside down, you know that?

Now you sit warmly behind the walls

You’ve built. Shame, I didn’t see them then.

 

 

Can you recall the endless conversation

Over dinner that changed my life?

Words dancing freely from my mouth to yours.

Yours to mine. God my cheeks burned as I grinned.

High above the world we were. Eastern city lights admiring our bliss.

 

And now? Strangers, you and I.

I sit bitterly with my fairytales and firesides.

Intimate with the love you never gave.

God it feels good to dream.

The idea of you silencing my truth.

 

Your pride looks good on your arm.

You two make a great pair.

Does she laugh with you too?

Can she love you as I always do?

Dining for one suits you well.

 

Check, please.

 

 

——Original Love Story——

 

 

*Inspiration: Lyrics from Mat Kearney’s City of Black and White

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When you let her go

I don’t know you.

But I want to.

Cloudy, murky waters

Laying stagnant in my mind.

 

Messenger birds deliver these words.

Upon their feathers,

My heart.

Upon their arrival,

Open yours.

 

Upside down.

Right side up.

Wonderful games.

Our souls play freely.

 

You paint me black.

Dear Love, I’m falling.

The hum of our secrets dives with me.

Your brush strokes firmly draw the line.

 

Let me down easily,

And I’ll bat my lashes.

Reel you in,

Prize fish, you’re mine.

 

Did you misread my lips?

Oh boy, smile again.

This talk can wait.

Laugh with this ignorant bliss.

 

Let me guide you,

Take your hands.

Follow mine.

Conjure up regrettable memories.

 

Melt into these sheets,

Tired bedclothes at best.

Muster a smile for me, again.

Forget the rest.

 

Flaming words burn on your lips.

Not now.

Not soon.

Not ever.

 

Rest easy, you say?

You are loved, you say?

We can never lose

What we have never found.

 

Did you smile at this bliss,

Playfully loving me?

Walk proud as you leave

For you set the caged bird free.

 

Did I ever deserve you?

Will you ever deserve me?

Be gentle with your soul

For now it carries of piece of us, unseen.

 

—–Original Poem——

 

I want to thank my readers for being patient with me – as this blog has become an escape for my poetic words to float freely, wildly yelling my deepest thoughts, perhaps my deepest regrets, feelings and sorrows. Poetry, for me – is one of the most therapeutic ‘ways’ of handling intense emotion, and something beautiful inevitably emerges from the rush of feelings that floods my mind – or that is the hope, at least! Sometimes I wish I could just say, “This is what is going on in my life, now I’m going to talk about it on this blog….” But I find that to respect those in my life, and to create something relatable to you – my wonderful readers – poetry is a way to connect on multiple levels. If you think about it – your perception of my words is your own. Each poem is perceived differently with each reader. Perhaps you know exactly what I’m saying, and perhaps you don’t understand the words but you understand the feelings. My hope is that if you can connect, even with one line, one word, then my job is done. If you have that moment where you think to yourself, “Ah, I get it Ki. I get it” then I sit happy, here, now.

Proudly embrace your passions. Continue creating. Continue the flow. Stay focused — feet firmly planted upon your foundation of truth.

Cheers, readers.

-Ki

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Musical influence for this post: Passenger – Let Her Go

 

 

 

Energy

It has been 16 months since May.

Memory of you hides in the dusty shadows of my mind.

I can’t recall the taste of your aura

Nor the smell of your presence. 

 

My mind is so foggy since our eyes last met.

But my senses are open –

Ready for you again.

 

Remind me of your brilliance.

Consume all of my senses.

Steal each thought from my mind if you must.

Swallow me up,

Promise to embrace me once more.

 

The sandy grit of your presence – I see you from afar.

Like a thief

You steal my breath.

My demons walk with me as I approach your coy ‘Hello.’

Thank God you see me the way you do; strange as you are to me.

 

Here we are. Together again.

You wear a different color, unknown to me.

Perhaps my senses have weakened.

Surely my memory has not failed me.

Or has it?

 

Your embrace – it crashes into me.

I stumble, but you stabilize me, as always.

Words fail me each time the sun sprinkles her rays on our skin as one.

You nurse my soul, mending the crippled corners.

 

The wind is stronger now.

My senses are clearer now.

Your kiss is cool and forceful.

 

Eternal passion flows in you, out of you, into me.

I feel your energy piercing my skin,

Hot as the sand beneath my feet.

 

I see your persistence.

I can taste this love.

 

Beautiful Ocean of mine,

You never fail to cleanse me.

Awake, yet again.

 

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–Original Poem–

Burn

Sometimes we see a light.

It is so bright, so brilliant, so lovely that we become entranced by it.

Blinded by it.

It holds us so closely.

We become lost within it.

Wading in its newness.

Showering in the fresh aromas that it brings.

The first sight of it takes us – picks us up, shakes us – as if to say, I am here. Look at me.

Now.

 

We often forget what the light really is.

What is it?

Abstract: We cannot touch it, cannot taste it, cannot smell it.

It is right in front of us.

And yet, it is never to be reached. Never to be caught.

Never can we grasp it. Never can we hold on to it.

Never can we say, look at this – THIS is tangible. THIS is in my hands, now.

 

Our minds scorn our bodies —

After all, they cannot grasp the depth of the light.

The mind, too tired to wait for the body to understand this light,

Takes over.

It is this moment that we – all consumed by the pull of the light – hear the mind.

Her chatter, so loud. Her words, so cunning. Her sentences, so verbose.

But wait, what is that? What is that whisper?

The words are too loud. The whispers, too soft.

The mind:

It wins.

 

The Mind… she says… “The pull of what we can’t give up takes hold.”

 

So we let the light slip.

We let it go.

Because we cannot have it, we set it free.

We forget its importance. We lose sight….

Of it.

And the light moves on….

 

To curious eyes, to curious minds.

The light is seen again.

The light lives on.

 

 

….in those who choose to listen to the whispers …

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Stay curious, always.

See the light, now.

Let it burn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

–Original Poem–

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration: Lyrics from —

Jay Brannan’s “Say It’s Possible”

Ellie Goulding’s “Burn”

 

For You, Dear

Look at the moon.

I will do the same.

 

Yes, the moon. There,

Kissing my face. Gazing at me sweetly,

Whispering lovely words this night.

Words coming from afar – and I cannot hear even one.

 

Oh, Dear.

 

The desire to touch them, taste them,

To drink them in

Intoxicates every inch of my being.

Leaving me the happiest creature on this Earth.

 

Her sharp reflections dance freely upon the ocean.

Is our dance as expressive, as loud, as this?

Why is ‘life’ so black, so white?

 

Tell me your color. It would be the same as mine.

Dear, are we colorblind?

Memories hold us, here, now.

Nourishing the soul as a mother’s breast to her babe.

 

Your body and mind will fail you

And one day you will forget.

Wrinkled, frayed, to dust you’ll be.

 

In the darkness, now.

The unknown, now known.

I – will no longer be – I.

You – no longer – you.

 

As one – everything – will be.

Drowning in serenity.

I’ll wait for you.

Until then.

 

Please, breathe

Strength and courage

Into me.

Let your winds push me.

 

Remember the moon.

For she is all we have.

Dance to the songs in my head.

Please, let me sing them again.

 

Please, Dear.

 

Close your eyes now.

I will do the same.

 

 

 

 

–Original Poem–

 

 

 

 

Inspiration: (Lyrics from) Passenger, Matt Kearney, & Peter Bradley Adams

Thanks to: Two blog readers in particular (you know who you are) — who keep my mind active, my senses curious, and my dream alive. Sending my best to you.

 

***Featured Image courtesy of Righno Boutique***

Delicious Ambiguity

Sunrise, I see your smile.

A fluttering wind, I feel your kiss.

Dusk, I hear your soul’s melancholic lullaby.

How can I miss you – when you are with me, always?

 

The green reminds me of better pastures.

Temptation hidden silently under each unturned leaf,

Illusive beauty screaming.

Coy winds always do cause a shiver to the spine.

 

Can you hear my thoughts?

Can you touch my soul?

I know I love you,

If that’s all we can take.

 

Where are you now, dear love?

I’m an open book: read from cover to cover.

Let your eyes guide you. Mind mislead you.

Heart appease you. Shall I tease you?

 

I wish you would…

Take your love with you.

Just let me go.

 

Quit these dreams.

I’ll miss you so.

Each tear you cry for me

Waters the seed, full grown.

 

 

 

–Original Poem–

 

 

 

 

Inspiration: Edward Maya and Matt Kearney

Something beautiful

There are these moments in time

When you know you have done wrong.

And you know the world is laughing at you.

Pushing you.

 

Take it all away. This mess we’re in.

My body aches, my mind cries.

We’ve done this for so long.

Who are we now?

 

I see a different face,

Feel a weaker touch,

Taste a bitter kiss.

Who am I?

 

The same lies.

Worn out hopes.

Played out dreams.

We’re sinking, walls crumbling.

 

Inside I’m screaming. Oh how my thoughts let me down.

Let’s run.

Far away from these damn games. This damn place.

Our paths undone.

 

Breathe in, breath out.

Break down and move on.

I’ll push you, you pull me.

Hold tight. 

 

You’re so damn stubborn — but new hopes, new dreams, they form.

Life seeps from your pores.

Color in your cheeks, light burning in your eyes.

Passion in your breath.

 

The silence. Listen.

It is calm. Do not fear it.

Drink it in. It will become you, as I’ve always said.

Wake, again.

 

Good morning, my love.

Good to see you, again.

Here, now, awake.

Now, hold on to this.

 

Hold on tight.

Be still in the now.

Be gone with the old.

In time we’ll sort it out.

 

 

–Original Poem–

Just a thought

“Every new day is beautiful, you know.
Each newly passing cloud is a reminder that all things are temporary; this too shall pass – whatever it may be.
New life drinks in the warmth of the sun as it rises.
It is always there, you know. The sun, that is.
Even though you may not see it, it is always sustaining life, your life.

Maybe that is why people have faith that Jesus is our Savior.
Maybe He is the sun.
Not the Son, but the sun.
Maybe it was lost in translation somewhere.
It would make more sense if He were the sun.
I would believe if that were the case.
Reassured He is there, sustaining my life, our lives.
Although not always visible, but inevitably present to guide my day, advise me to rest, and wake me again tomorrow.”

 

Original poem