Poems from klockhart95
i'm a crazy teenage oregonian who loves the rain and hates the snow * words are my passion. theatre, writing, spoken word poetry... you name it. i love words * my writing bares my soul to the world, so i don't really know why i'm comfortable posting it except for one thing: feedback. i crave feedback like i crave coffee... it keeps me going * for more of my writing, check out my deviantART: http://kmills95.deviantart.com *
It's a black eyeliner kind of day.Thick black eyeliner. It's a dark clothing day.No colour.It's a hair-hiding-my-face kind of day.Don't...
most would call me youngat seventeen years,i’m at my primei still haveall the time in the world.and yet, i can feel iti can sense iti have...
Black is thick eyeliner,My hand stained and sore from writing.Black is expression and pain,The walls in the theatre and my nails tapping...
night is when all of my monsters emerge.not from under the bedor in the closet -though i still insiston keeping the lamp on 'til i'm in...
stop.just breathe. listen to me:put the blade down.you can’t hurt yourself tonight.now you’re thinking, ‘yes I...