I've been making plans/doing research on the possibility of getting a small batch of my poems published. I don't have anything concrete yet, but the idea sounds like an interesting endeavor.


Left BlankI'm looking at you through rose colored glasses, and I think of what I want to say... but can't put into words. Realizing that I was just one of many who asked you to be their hero.Left Blank
How I wished you could've saved me, leaving me the slightest ounce of dignity.


ForeverYou know how to make me shiver when I'm not cold.Forever
You make me long for the night that in each other's arms we'll have and hold.
We'll lie down amongst the stars 'til the sun turns the heavens to gold.
I'll be by your side as years pass it's with you that I'll grow old.


Let You GoRemember to forget- this day. Our day. When we left it all behind. The sun never shines on this day, rain was all we ever knew anyway.Let You Go


False IntentionsThe words spill from my mouthFalse Intentions
without consideration for puncuation. Your face reminds me to pause, leaving us frozen like photographs that I'm not a part of. I'll stay on the other side,
looking out at what never could be. Do not touch me with false intentions, leave me solely with bitter introspection, I know nothing of this thing you call love.


After CocktailsOld Bond movies and little girl dress-up brought blue and brown together. The muddiness created the oppositeAfter Cocktails
effect one would guess.
Pretending was never so pleasing as
their casual conversation locking brass chains to wrists, feeling cold metal against chapped skin - wearing faults like purple hearts.
As if the emphasis was placed on the ceremony, and not the deeds.
There were a lot of spoons bent that night between introductions and infomercials, him seeing how far he could reach. Her, squinting all the time. It was just like Boston in February, b


Puppet MasteryI am listening to the dial tone again and getting no where with you. We tango on spiral cords, Tiptoeing on bruises and avoiding open wounds when your feet are covered in sea-salt. All lines are busy. And I think your ringer is off.Puppet Mastery
In between minutes of waiting for sleep to knock at my temples, I wonder if you're laying there Naked, like always blankets kissing your bellybutton eyes halfway open and my voice like a fly, buzzing in your ears.
For eight months Your arms have been my prison, much less than a sanctuary Your blood,
Difranco, Ani
I noticed you had at least one of my poems in your favourites so I'm sending you this message to let you know that my poetry is being moved to my new Lit Gallery.
The Lit Gallery is expected to be up to par by midnight EST on Monday, April 07, 2008. Please check the gallery then.
Thank you so much for your support!
-LK
Not all pieces will be submitted to the Lit Gallery. If you don't see the piece you previously gave a favourite and would like me to submit it, send me a note with a brief description of the works content so I can find it/submit it. Thank you.
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H a n s o n is love . W e a s l e y is my king.
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Loves you.
Pass this hug on to as many people as you like. Everyone should get hugged!!!
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- ZT
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Loves you.
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"I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does" - how soon is now
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