Poems from KelliNikki
You are not ready to die.
I know it may seem this way.
You’ve got all the tools to do it –
And your mind is numb. Made up...
She was the kind of girl who made you believe that she must be happy.
As though it could be found hiding
In beautiful, flowing hair that...
It’s Saturday
And I’m spending the day
Selling
The blood that makes me
Human
So that I can be more
Than an overlooked
Failure
Years from...
I could write
With liquid flowing
From a soft pen tip
And letters cascading onto
Wrinkled yellow paper
That smells of must
And the books...
They say that
You cannot count
All the stars;
But as I stand outside
My apartment
I can use
Only one finger
For each star in the sky.
And...