Unspoken Emotion
Unspoken Emotion
I'm the pain that's settled into the crevices of your dimples when you smile, lurking like cobwebs in the rafters of a home you haven't cleaned in a while.
I am the anger sitting quite earnestly on the edge of your patient lips, anxiously fighting to not give in to haters when you could call in warships.
I am both the disappointment and acceptance you've decidedly faced, pondering longingly as you wonder if all your efforts have been misplaced.
I am the determination held in the firm hand of the most driven fighter, watching as you heed your grandfather's words: "there ain't no hill for a climber."
I am the hope flickering behind your eyes; growing the higher you climb,holding you together like a warm embrace when you want to resign.
I am the satisfaction rising with each breath in your tired chest,realizing you've helped so many to the top, passing life's true test.
-kalika
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On Purpose
what is a purpose anyways??
a dogma turned down for felicity’s sake?
a word to the wise paraphrased,
into which the world buys initially by mistake?
what is your purpose for really??
to use “truth” to skirt around morality?
saying youth aren’t wise to query;
to spew worthless lies then deny adamantly?
what does your purpose mean to you??
dusty words representing their world’s maker?
protection for all you’ve been through,
is it a mechanism preventing failure?
what does your purpose say about you??
does it help people understand or hound you?
a version of you that sprouts true,
does it reveal what you haven’t amounted to?
“purpose” — does it truly serve us?
does this notion do a disservice to some?
it’s a thought we shouldn’t purchase..
if purpose’s value’s worthless or “zero sum.”
-kalika
Edge of Faith -kalika
Under the Influencer
trampling and stomping
over bones trodden before…
heavy spikes for crossing
but the track’s tired and worn…
searching for the golden
waters of wonder that speak…
this fountain overflowing
promises at the tallest peak…
zombies climb the mountain
of sparrow’s hollow bones…
their countenances:
stone as they stare at their phones….
tearing fingertips til blood runs
to their elbows, wet with envy…
their infected wounds succumbing
to their insecurity…
steadfast, their unquenched brains
are ravenous and ready…
to forgo any and all sincerity just to gain
the status of celebrity…
from Ambrosia’s lips falls a tantalizing
spring of ichor…
til mortal blood-lust burns agonizing
right inside her…
the nectar of the gods is poisoned
the spiked-
punch runs deep; the smell poignant
as her psyche…
…implodes from banging insanity…
-kalika
star-crossed lovers series, pt.4
-kalika
-kalika
Me & Christine
A piece of my heart is buried with you, anxiously beating below the sand and soil where you lie.
I kneel next to your grave desperately needing to dig my way back to you.
Maybe if I can retrieve the other half of my heart, you'll somehow come back with it.
Our memories have no rhyme or reason because my heart lacks any consistent beat anymore.
Nearly every ounce of its will throbs tiredly remaining buried beneath the ground, as it rests in the shadow of what was left behind when your soul left your body.
-kalika
