Correlation

Correlation

Six strings.

Ten fingers.

A little squeaky,

she’s a ringer.

Got her cheap-

My 14^th birthday.

Play her often

every Thursday

not a quitter.

Fan of classic,

folk

one hitters- all fantastic-

Anyways, back

to July

she turned 10

how proud am I?

Aren’t we all?

Rabbiting through the chords

over the neck

getting bored, what the heck?

Always learning

never developing

I keep changing

never evolving

anyways, I’ve got some books

quite a few

I’ve seemed to hook

never read them

never much though

now I get it-

reap what you sow

don’t we all?

As for the latter

not necessarily

some oppressed

other barely merrily

where’s the justice?

Wheres the lesson?

What to take from

this development?

Anyway, we’ve all been took

smile it off just for a look

like us all.

Like us all.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Prompt 8: Cliché

Prompt 8: Cliché

“The apple never falls far from the tree,” says the poor woman of her child.

Even in her youth

filling her mind with

the same rubbish most hear

others speak upon their worst enemy.

Even taking her journals

and them away

Taking the books she read

as if the meant nothing

and banning them from her-

“It isn’t worth it- you’ll be just like me,”

she said fold a hot basket of clothes-

What children aren’t told is they

don’t have to be like anyone.

Not even mommy and daddy.

Read your books-

Write your journals,

“One day you’ll be a great

writer and will have all the things that were

decided for me not to have,”

she should say.

I remember a book we made

back in grade school on the old colored puzzle carpet-

The one I had vomited on so many times before.

Anyways, I digress. I remember the letters and reading the stories I read-

I’ve had but one still dream and it remains.

Despite what they say,

I am my mothers child.

But I am not my mother.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Insomnia

Insomnia

 

I slept with my phone in pocket

expecting a buzz or a toll

I lay half-woke with knowledge

and hope that you may

reach out to me even under circumstance

so confined…

maybe I slept with my phone in my pocket nor for reason

nor for rhyme

 

I lay with worry heavy head

thinking you’d be wondering

thinking you’d care

I slept with my phone in my pocket

while you slept without a care

 

maybe I’m weak

maybe for you I fall

but someday ill be fast asleep

without a wish that you’d call

 

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Bliss

I wish I could smile among birds of prey

I wish darkness never did meet light of day

I pray the fish will save me from a sea of monsters

I pray & wish to never owe debt to demon or monster

I dare believe in protection from he of the sky

I dare seek strength and courage for on the day I die,

I’ll walk amongst those faceless souls I never did meet

I’ll finally take part in the sea of evergreen

©copyright Kyanna Kitt