I wreck pass the faintest whispers

I WRECK PASS THE FAINTEST WHISPERS | kelly jean rice | Blog Post | Red Room

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Iv'e got different personalities | kelly jean rice | Blog Post | Red Room

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Obituary - Poetry Poetry - death, sad, lyrics

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Cloudsgrey - Love

shallow ground

one step out beneath the other
it faded quick
crashing down i went
holding out my arms
holding in my breath
i caught myself
but scabbed my knee
shallow ground
was to shallow for me

Not a realization

Case is not knowing

Fact is not caring 

Mystery outgoing 

Ambitions internal

Figure it out

And let it be

Let it bleed, so to say

And keep up not caring

Forever is long

Stop looking

Desert bleak

City smoggy

Ambition internal

Now out going

Towards the motel

Back behind

From start of day

Go in the door

After key unlocks

Plop yourself on the bed

With an awaiting friend

Lowest click, dimmest light

Cigarette lit ashen 

Needles strewn about 

Spoon awaiting

Drawers empty

But a bible

One nights pay

A low income 

Embers outside

The window peering

Above the air conditioner unit

Thats all we see

Bloody trails

Blacken bruises

Missed hits

In the heartbreak motel

I Love You

You don’t open up.  

It make’s thing’s oh so difficult.  

I tried to tell you.  

That it will set you free.

To speak the feeling’s you wish you could speak.  

You build up,

congested self you eat.  

-Say I love you, 

it will set you free.  

They already know,

they know already.  

You complicate thing’s.  

-Say I love you,

because you do.  

It’s not a lie,

it’s the truth,

it’s how you feel.

It will set you free,

I am telling you.

The Ghost

Crystal ghost is down my throat again

pounding at my heart

I regain power again

to undo all my faults

Time time time

is all I have

Days to plan

my system go

-k.j.r.

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Cold

Cold

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On the train

I Am on the train

Headed for San Francisco

From the suburbs

Takes 45 minutes

I'm on the second, or third car

It is all but empty

Three people to the far end

And as we get closer,

The more stops we take

The more the people

Will fill the car seats-

I am all dressed up

With nail polish and all

With lipstick, with eyeliner

A Black dress over a slip,

Black stokings

I'm wearing my best shoes

And Iv'e bought new glasses

Wearing a light suit coat

Brought my suitcase,

A bag,

My computer,

And jornal books, with books to read as well

Headed for San Francisco

On a train

From the suburbs

To visit a certain somebody

For 45 min I sit

And watch people get on,

Hear it get louder

Wait for my stop

You can imagine

All the people

The different people

Going in and out

I sit in the last seat

And see all

What ever seat is mine

Empty from my departure

5 stops ago

It get's so congested now

No one can get through the door

On my way to San Francisco

From the suburbs

A 45 minute Bart ride

South under the bay

Where everyone inbetween lurks

Through the doorways

Of a train car

My lover

Dear Robert,

You make my blind eye see shades and pieces of light

In the darkest days of my life

Colors fade up in contrast

I can get use to this life style

And intersect time

Days are short

When I wake up late

To get closer even so

To see you every Friday night

All weekend long

The best times

Of my week

If only they were longer

I make them so

By waking up early

To drink your coffee

With Irish cream

To cure my hang over

And to feel your kiss

And something so much more

Awaits

As we are up to our third cup

Things get closer, kisses, and strokes

The best thing ever

Come from you

It's not hard to believe

For me anymore

While you you whisper in my ear

Sweet loving things

That make blush

You are a special kind of someone

Who deserves the world around

To be beautious

Every day, and every moment

You have a smile

Which people love

And I will take care of you

For everyone

The night was over

The night was over

It was a great night

And when it was over I was sad

But there is another night to come

In short distant time

I hold my breath

And count the days, the hours

The minutes, the seconds

For fantastic

Explosions

The heart can barely understand

And in this present second

Yes anxiety

For the counting

Is over exhausting

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sculpture

deranged hell-raiser

oblong body

precise nature

damage control

dent's in for-head

tin head

tin body

molted metal pieces

scraps outer-layer

haunting messages

sun burst's out of sky

frozen morning

sit outside

with dog

and coffee

contemplate what he will say

at 10:30

don't want to lose

or be unhappy

breathe after exchange of messages

hauntingly unsatisfying

one will rest

quite unnecessary

on chip of shoulder

waited for 3 more hours

frozen feet now

shivering dog

go back home

wait for call

20 minutes now

descending up

In the day's

where I become

Human in release

When descending down

I go up

With helium

Up and up

Where city light's

Are a billion a sight

Indsie and out

I am human

With helium powers

Descending up

Kissing the sky

Like my lover

the fear

The fear

I have the fear, it is big, to put anything through it, would be exhausting, for there is a tiny opening. My job is to open the hole large enough to let light in, for the fear is so large it's black. It's like a solid mass with a pin size hole. Thread is too big. Step by step, my comfort zone will be mixed up, tantalized, a shock therapy- like dose. Suburban life did this to me. Seclusion did this to me. My job now is to take this black mass and stretch it open. Make the fear vanish. It will still be there if it is transparent, invisible too, it must be gone.

it's been 5 month's

wed jan,11,7:23am 2012

I use to wake up at 4 am in the morning, I would get out of the house before the sun shone. Today, I left the house, went to the coffee shop, just like I use to way back before, before dusk, those day's ago, in the freezing cold. I didn't have a dog back then. He keep's my lap warm.

This morning, after an insomniac nite, writing song's, I can't get myself out of my head. So I listen, here, at the coffee shop, outside, with my earbud's in, to my own song's and reminisce. Some are so horrible, some are so good, lyrically, sloppy guitar playing, but some good guitar part's, I would never be able to re create. They make me sad, and happy, as if I know that I haven't lost my self just yet. They don't want me to time travel or anything, only by mean's of re recording the fucker's. I have, I have weird spoken word stuff with weird music in the background, poem's. And even my novel. Being manic is weird sometimes. Listening to me talking about being crazy, and I remember how it felt, to write those very poem's, I remember. My egotistical self, my ego trip. Hasn't gotten too bad since the hospital. Iv'e been steady.

I don't usually put myself in a before and after scenario of the hospital, but twice I noticed I have. I think Iv'e was better. But I wasn't. It seem's like year's ago, but it's only been 5 month's. Recuperation hasn't even begun, I should be in major therapy activities, dealing with this, what is real, is really scary. I could be almost ready, but I suffocated the day I was released, thinking it was the best thing that had ever happened to me, when it was probably the worst thing they could have done. They released me on good behavior, when they should have known I was still suicidal. I suffocated the day I entered the place, I still haven't exhaled.

You may think this is sad, but it doesn't make me sad. I don't like to make people sad, or bummed out. This is just reality, it is nothing to pity, to worry, or to not read because it is too personal, and or just bumming you out. It is real, I am a normal human being. I know by now no one want's to read about bummer stuff, I wouldn't even call it bummer, I just assume it so, for people have had the opportunity to know me by this way, and they never did, because my shit is a bore, or just a bummer. I say fuck that shit, because if anyone want's to know me, they must read my thought's, because that's the only thing you will get. I don't let shit out. You can't feel a panic attack until you read it first person, know how it feel's to be in anguish about not knowing how to do normal human being thing's. I'm not just o.k. with myself, I'm not saying I am insecure, I am saying, I am not comfortable in my own skin, in my own body. And I am confident. I am a confident person, which make's it all the harder to be so uncomfortable, and in anguish. To hate your self, but have such a big ego.

Jan 11, 2012 8:08:51 AM

cold

It is bitter sweet

In the dark cold morning

Camouflaged by the dusk

In my navy blue overcoat

Purple underneath

Instrumental

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Monica + Kelly

Two set's of people

Working to fight

Our inside mind's

Counteracting turmoil's

Re arranging people's

Inactivity

Filler- filling time obscurity

Across the table scribbling

Interaction necessary

Until- be gone

Until next time

Over coffee

In our live's we breath in dust

From our torn up lives

A million disaster's

Galore on the floor

Smear across the walls

When you enter

You past's history's greyist stories

You manage to cope

Walk on through it

Striding, chin up high

And polite, ever go lasting

Troubles through

But not thick enough to kill you

Stronger than anyone I've seen out here

The being of us

Stratosphere linked to our bodies

Sun streak's to our skin

Unrealized time

On our bed

Where we lay our head's

And kiss the fear

No where out there

Does another pair exist

Like us together,

Don't we wish

Of us everlasting

Beyond time,

Beyond anybody else

Or reason

Linked our bodies

Sun keep's us alive

No matter how dark

No matter which where

Or declaring war

While we are not out there

Sitting in peace which

We grant to each other

Freckle's and hiccup's

Drinking from our bin's

There is enough here

To make us live

A proper life

Just you and I

We can procrastinate

We can persist

We can dive all into this

Or step by step

Which we take

Carefully, fragile

Like a little bird's egg

And so many different way's

This can go

And so many different way's

This can move

And so many different way's

This can transform

We chose the outer layer

Where thing's are seen

An opening to heaven

Where we must be

Because I can see

The all that must be

The forever out going

gilded

Start's out where you don't realize

When you hit the floor with giddy

And time past, wasn't time at all

It was all a hit and miss

With a hit, shrouded out

Growing now

Going out now

With hand's tied together

Listless, yet gilded