Monday 30 January 2012

...aching...


Cinder tears drip downwards
Casual collateral damage scrape fiercely at my overloaded heart
Signed with broken promises
Premise of loss
What is gravity?
I know this story all too well


Copyright ©2012
--Love and Freedom
---Kerry-Ann Davis

Saturday 28 January 2012

"Do you know how it feels to be sitting for all of your days and then find your feet?" – Freetown Collective


 

I’ll be eighteen this year and it is quite unnerving that I don’t think that I have anything that I could hold up gracefully and proud and say something like “Yeah this is my own”. I think that I’ve been redirected to many times, easily. I’ve been redirected by people that don’t necessarily know me. I’ve accepted remolded definitions of what I held as important and I’m realizing now that that is unacceptable.

I’ll be eighteen this year. I can’t say that I’m lost anymore because I know where I am and I know where I’m supposed to be and I know how to get there, yet still I consciously choose to stay stationary. I don’t want to be a chemical engineer or anything similar to it. I love stories. I want to become acutely aware of the human story. I love writing.

To realize this and noisily break away from the continuous assent is easier said than done, but possible. Reality can be changed. Reality is yours to create. Reality is mine to create. No more regularizing self. I pray I stay awake.



Love, Light and Freedom
--Kerry-Ann Davis

Friday 27 January 2012

27.01.12


Painted on night skies
Plastered stars
Nothing is permanent
Sometimes silence seems to equate to sacrilege
In the bounty of truth
Waiting for presence to come
Nothing is permanent
I see you person looking towards the painted night sky
And beginning to feel inferior
So you follow suit
Take distorted embroided lies and paint them onto skin
Polished with applause
Appeasing to self hate
What truth is there in this place?
Nothing is permanent
Bodies lie lifelessly
And hum sanctimoniously to the singing of death in the air
Sacrilege
Nothing is permanent
Waterfalls of truth makes paint fall
Paint falls
Nothing is permanent person
Scrape the lies off with scriptures of goodness
And resist
The temptation to synchronize self with sacrilege
Live!
Affirm life
Sift through life with bare fingertips
Walk through lifelike this
Arms extended
Cherish scars
Affirm life
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is permanent person
Truth is permanent


Copyright ©2012
--Kerry-Ann Davis 
 
Love and Freedom

Sunday 22 January 2012

Note To Self 2:



you’re weary of being stationary
in the play ground rooms
where everything seems as tangible as sand
but amount to nothing more than nothing at all
you’re tired of making footprints that people call theirs
you can’t find motivation in the textbooks
they’re always lines too short
you’re tired
and shit like beauty sleep can’t fix this one
you’re weary kid, but you don’t have time to be

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