Kevin Klabon

Joined June 2021

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I am an artist, a musician, an author, a poet, a magician of the written word.

I live no life without pen and paper, or a paintbrush in hand.

If you could share your love for what I love, I would love you to the moon.

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Dust in Bloom
Dust in bloom and through the gloom. The raging wars are seen through iron eyes. Lambent, the armored knight, and the fire in the skies.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Dark Nights
I like the dark nights into the twilight I like the moon, but only the dark side I like the city lights, but from up on high
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Bury Me
Bury me Bury me. beneath your words. It's what you and your friends do. Bury me. You know it's the truth. Your Misspellings in all. You know it's true.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Depression is a Thief
Is life so simple, are you still above ground, are you drowning- down, down, in a sea of concern Is the music still playing, are the chords of sound, are you singing my hymn
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Broken Bones
The winter is an eternal death that I long to be My heart is warm but my touch is so cold. The fever will not break, and these visions I see
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Poetry In Motion
She dances because she can there are no judges there are no rules no need to be graceful and she can jump or flip her hair to what does it matter
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Pain Part 4
Without another thought and as quick as a blink, I rush into Love's arms. She smiles like a bride as we embrace. Then, we both begin to weep, my pouts sounding like an injured child. Her breath smells like peppermint, but it is her skin, ever so soft and lightly perfumed.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Pain part 3
Ever so slowly, this shadow of a creature pulls itself ahead, veins in its hands popping and muscles groaning as it inches closer.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
The Heart
The heart is strong, but yet so weak. The heart is tender, so easy to break. How many days do you wake and wonder why - why do I bother to try?
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
These Scars Bleed
This blade is cold, but it burns as it drags across my skin. These scars I make, drawn by steel, are easily cut in. Some are so deep. They keep reminding me of where I've been.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Pain Part 2
All is quiet in this incredible expanse, all but my weak and muffled sobs. Pain did his job, and to that, he did reasonably well.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Living Hell
I see my future, my picture; it is torn, faded to gray. I hear silence, no color, and people without a face. I weep for borrowed dreams as bodies slowly sway.
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets

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Dust in Bloom

Dark Nights

Bury Me

Depression is a Thief

Broken Bones

Poetry In Motion

Pain Part 4

Pain part 3

The Heart

These Scars Bleed

Pain Part 2

Living Hell

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