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I am the Sin
A Poem by
Kelsey D
I am a trend. An experiment. I am a toy. The thrill of a secrete. Your soft lips make it worth it. I stayed for your heart. Forever in pu..
Telling Time
A Poem by
Kelsey D
10 fingers. 10 Toes. 2 X chromosomes. It's a girl. She is born October 7, 1993 9:46am Her mother may add after 14 hours of labour. 1..
Normality
A Poem by
Kelsey D
Normality is a destination on a mapEveryone travels far and wideIn the hopes they can call it homeThey are told everyone is happyFrom a young age they..
Moirea
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
There is a small cafe on the corner of nowhere and happiness. I got my little red envelope today that said I am to bring a magazine from 2001 there...
Jane
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
I am done with this silly infatuation I have with destiny. My whole life I believed there was a higher power that guided us and everything happened ..
Moirea
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
The scene hasn't changed. Every time I walk out my front door I come back to a new scene. I wonder why? Did I do something wrong? I did just as the ..
Jane
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
“Joey was great. He could write the most beautiful poetry you've ever read but his ego was much too big. In bed it was all about him. He wan..
Heather
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
What is this place? It seems so familiar. Like I've been here before. Have I been anywhere before? I look around and see paintings of different plac..
Moirea
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
This apartment looks just like mine only less colourful. Lots of brown. I look around and notice that there are pictures of the crying girl from the..
Jane
A Chapter by
Kelsey D
“Alright, everyone. That's lunch. Meet back here at one. Not one fifteen not one thirty. One. I'm looking at you dummy holding the mike upsi..
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