Untitled Ekphrastic Poem

My beloved opposite…

Why does your heart race?

So fast within my body.

That was once yours.

You were so young.

So full of hopes and dreams.

So naive…

This world ate you up…

I see fragments of you…

Bits and pieces everywhere.

A name on my things…

That name is not mine.

I must look to the light.

And make peace with myself.

You must go to your past.

In the world of ever-shine.

I must leave that world.

The past is behind me.

Forever away.

Even my family.

I shall walk this world…

And clean up your mess…

I am the new you,

And I’m here to stay.

Earrings

The latching rubs against the steel 

as it stubbornly tries to keep it’s grip. 

It comes off with a pop almost no ear can hear. 

Place it on the counter, 

it’s moment to come is not yet. 

Jab the steel beam into the scar of the soft flesh. 

Inside it may poke and prod against closed skin 

before finding the hole on the other side. 

Breaking free of skin the steel beam gleams in 

the open air, before being smothered again by 

the rubber latching. 

It hangs limply onto the soft flesh it was placed on. 

Another latching is waiting it’s turn on the table as 

its own metal partner finds it mark in the ear. 

When the two meet again, they shall be ready 

to catch the attention of others around them. 

It is picked up, carefully, to not be dropped before 

coming face to face with it’s own steel beam. 

Clinging on with a gentle kiss, never wanting to come

 loose again.

Seashell Necklace

My grandfather’s house was built for his grandchildren. Many of us started our lives there. We lived in every room from one point in time to another. When I was to start middle school, I was staying in my grandparents’ room. It caught my eye the first night.

If it came from a beach, I wouldn’t know which. If it came from the ocean, I wouldn’t doubt it. If it came… but it didn’t. I found it. In my grandmother’s jewelry box. She didn’t give it to me yet.

I took it to school. I was without family for the first time. I needed a reminder of them. I kept it all through sixth grade year. Seventh grade year. Eight grade year. 

After years of treasuring the necklace, my bubbling guilt had finally reached the top. I showed my grandma the necklace. She laughed and said she knew it was still in the family. The necklace was mine. The necklace is mine. 

My grandfather’s house was built for his grandchildren… and so was everything in it.


What is in a title?

What is in a title?

It can imply one simple truth

But in reality after first viewing

There is more than one shade of hate revealed

Within the characters there is a type of hate that drives them

O.B., the innocent bystander 

Tired of getting the short end of the stick.

Sheriff Chris Mannix in his simple racism

Oswaldo Mobray, Joe Gage, Bob and Jody –

 Heartlessly marking down anyone in their perceived way.

General Sandy Smithers unable to hold back in face of a taunt.

John Ruth and his distrust of anyone for his greed.

Daisy Domergue in her cruel spews of death.

Major Marquis Warren and his cruel intolerance for bigotry

Which leads to the murder of the first actual character.

These outlaws can teach a simple truth:

There are many ways to hate.

In curses, in threats, in violence,

With a weapon, with a poison,

With a smiling face.

A Sacrifice from an Insane Girl

My heart has overflown.

My love is strong willed.

It will not die down.

It will not die down…

Your eyes are beautiful.

Your voice is pure.

Your touch is soft.

Your soul is not mine…

She owns your heart.

She captivates those eyes.

She hides your voice.

She keeps your touch.

My love is strong.

My will is weak.

I must let you go.

You must be happy.

I will cut out my eyes

So I can never –

See Those Eyes –

Again…

I will burst my eardrums…

With vicious music…

So I can never follow –

The sound of your voice.

I will swallow acid

And seal my lips –

With hot wax,

So you can never suffer my screech.

I will tear out –

My heart –

So you can –

Be free…

I will cut my wrists

And end my life.

So no distractions will come,

When you are with her.

Goodbye…

My Angel…

My Savior…

My Lost Love…

Goodbye…

 

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Father

What is “Dad”?

Dad is a man who cares for you.

A man who picks you up when you are down.

A man who makes you laugh.

Who is “Dad”?

Dad is my best friend.

Dad is the one I can always trust.

Dad is the one who thinks of me first before himself.

Where is “Dad”?

Dad is beside me when I stand up for myself.

Dad is right behind me in case I fall.

Dad is in front of me so I can be safe.

Dad is the wind under my wings.

Dad is the umbrella over my head.

Dad is the sunlight for my leaves.

Dad has always been there for me.

I love you, dad…

 

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To A Beloved Soul…

In smiling grace, I see dirt.

In shallow waters and empty hurt.

In raging rivers and crazed dreams.

In hopeless desires and dreaded schemes.

My eyes go blind from endless lies.

My lips tighten, my form dies.

The sound of screams within my dead resonates bees.

Taste dulls while my heart bleeds.

A rapid flow of emotions come.

A sense of death, the air has rung.

My life of somber drowns

As the morals of friendship downs.

Of Aphrodite’s passionate spell,

The face of man do quell.

And before my feet do I see,

The treachery of the one that swooned me.

I loved his touch, eyes and voice.

And I felt as if I had no choice,

But to follow him as his prey,

Until he did cast me away.

Even though he has now gone.

And took with my heart on song,

My body follows blindly,

While my soul perishes kindly.

 

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When I’m Alone

The walls close around me

Sounds lowers into white noise

Before sudden stillness of silence follows

The air freezes in my lungs

My eyes cannot focus on anything

Not on myself nor what is in front of me

There is no smell distinguishable, but the overwhelming

Feeling of panic makes that thought disappear.

The heart squeezes as chills

Run down my spine.

Fingers clench, digging deeper and deeper

To the muscle underneath

Wrists pop before shaking in a desperate

Attempt to throw off the fear.

Knees buckle as stress build too much

Then smash to the ground beneath.

I try to raise again, but my ankles will not cooperate.

Instead they find a familiar joint to lock in place.

The spine caves and forms a curve

As hands reach out for a comforting support.

There is nothing to hold onto, but

The shivering crossed calves.

Sudden intake of breath begins to quicken

As realization takes hold in the mind.

“Why am I so scared? I was doing just fine!”

A mantra forms as words are whispered.

“Nothing happened to day! Nothing happened today!”

“Why can I not calm down?”

“Nothing happened today! Nothing happened today!”

“Please, make my fears go away…”

 

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Tell Me

Look into my eyes

And tell me what you see…

Do you see me?

Do you see my heart?

Tell me why you’re quiet,

Tell me please.

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you care?

I still love you,

So don’t you dare!

Why are you crying?

Tears are falling from your eyes.

Is it me?

Is it you?

Tell me why you’re quiet,

Tell me please.

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you care?

I still love you,

So don’t you dare!

I want to know why

I want you to tell me.

You’re packing your bags…

You’re breaking my heart.

Tell me why you’re quiet,

Tell me please.

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you care?

I still love you,

So don’t you dare!

Tell me why you’re quiet,

Tell me please.

Don’t you love me?

Don’t you care?

I still love you,

So don’t you dare!

You’re a jerk!

To lead me on…

To make me think that –

We had something.

Come back, will you please?

Come back and look into my eyes!

Tell me what you see.

Do you see me?

 

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