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...

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