Kay Source

Joined June 2021

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The Paradox
This is some sober people shit I need a cigarette Everywhere I go clean, a different kind of layered upon thickness
By Kay Source4 years ago in Poets
Where do We Live?
Being sober is very robust in a way That I expected a lack of depth Shadow living is what I call it Sinking into shelter that was a brief reprieve from hurt
By Kay Source4 years ago in Poets
Will you Wear a Ring of Thorns
Have you ever felt like they'd all be better off without you? On the top of the world sits a girl looking at the thorns Around her
By Kay Source4 years ago in Poets
Connect the Spots
I know that your eyes Trace the curve of her lips You dwell on the lingering of her fingertips As they trace; neck, arms, hips
By Kay Source4 years ago in Poets
Raise a Glass
Cheers to what we cling to That little chorus that reassures you, “its all in the name of living” It’ll harmonize with the parts inside you that long for a reprieve
By Kay Source5 years ago in Poets
Read Before Playing
I promise she will reflect herself in her questions She'll reveal how she feels, by how she asks you for acceptance Unveiling her truth, as she sheds the curtains
By Kay Source5 years ago in Poets
Her Scent is Motion
Nectar pours I can taste from just the aroma and I’m ready to feel like you’re somewhere I’ve been before
By Kay Source5 years ago in Poets
The Manor
Dear reader, If you have encountered this, I presume you unwell. To hold it lightly in your palms, the sensation of pressure that pulls uncomfortably at the hairs on the back of your neck, you have found yourself inside the Manor. Conversely, I suppose this piece of me, hoping to salvage the pieces of you, perhaps made its way beyond this house.
By Kay Source5 years ago in Fiction