Kelsie Eileen Stark : Writing

Love In Other Languages

Love In Other Languages

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Dawn erupts from the volcanic ashes, ripping the stitches of her blouse�" where seven glass buttons quietly break in her ..
Until We Surface Again

Until We Surface Again

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Dawning starlight in midnight moonlight sprawled across your figure as I lay in the depth of a new moon rising in the your clo..
The Melody Of Chilly Days

The Melody Of Chilly Days

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Just pieces of poetry collected throughout my days of regaining of inspiration.
Nostalgia's Womb

Nostalgia's Womb

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Silence drips from her irises as Ivy coils around her nimble limbs Like a snake, piercing into the numbness of her veins, She loses the hues of ..
When the War Is Over

When the War Is Over

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


The essence of her tears Flows down his iced marrow As he sleeps in orange and yellow leaves- They soon become dull hues faded to his skin, The ..
Of Woeful Heartache

Of Woeful Heartache

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


She blooms in the hues of the rose petals Hidden with the shadows of breaking day, Overlapping midnight in twisting stems Soon to be broken ben..
The Man That Couldn't Be

The Man That Couldn't Be

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


He lives in the riverbed of God’s wrists Swelled under the bruised peeling of his might- Powerless in the crimson holy water Drowning him in ..
From Ashes To Rain

From Ashes To Rain

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Child born of vines underneath theThe wine red moonPouring raspberry tears into the eyes of a Pixie appearing to earth From the womb of a doe,Silently..
Inside The Swelling Abyss

Inside The Swelling Abyss

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Ink drips from pursed lips As droplets of diamonds pour from her lashes, Falling into the reflection of herself In a tear drop lake, She drowns in..
As Ruins Awake

As Ruins Awake

A Poem by Kelsie Eileen Stark


Scripts of her past Burned into ashes falling In flashing photographs Memories split in two as they meet the mud Of a cold, empty field The bat..

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