my first quick collection of poems.

1. PlayPlayPlay
WithWithWith
FIRE!FIRE!FIRE!
StealStealSteal
ShitShitShit!

2. i made this
collection because
everybody needs to
take chances. play
with fire and worry
about the burns
later. wasn’t it hot?

3. SIXTEEN
By Kisba
Let’s take a chance
Let’s get away
We’ll look nice, as we
Save the day
I see you
I see you through a heart’s beat
Makes a pristine sound
A crystal moment
Silence all around
Couldn’t hear a pin
As it hits the ground
And when I hit the ground
I’ll look around
For you.
Who watches
Who watches the watchmen
As we speed around
Life, off the ground
But I
Can’t help to ask
If you would just take a moment
And look around
There’s no one
To be found
When your life is
Off the ground
Don’t say
Don’t say
Don’t say
Goodnight
Let’s stay
Around
In this sky
On this night
As we keep moving, through this city of
Sleep sounds,

4. And constant anxieties
About
The future and what it holds
In its
Tight clasp
Its
Dark grasp
I don’t wanna know!
I don’t wanna worry
I don’t wanna moment to pass
When you and me
Aren’t movin fast
Through this sky
On this night
I’ll never let this time go
Even as we fly around buildings
So tall
And stone
I’ll never grow old
When my soul
Cannot be sold
I’ll never grow old
In a city like this
A city of sleep sounds
And such anxieties
You and me
Are never the same
But always here
Always somewhere
A flame burns
For us
To fly by
And see past
The future’s tight grasp.
And we move fast
As we say
We say goodnight.

5. T.H.I.S. The Heart In Side.
by Kisba
if THIS won't make your pen hit paper,
nothing will.
take a trip inside yourself,
collapse with class into your stomach
and pull out poetic nourishment.
food for thought.
food for thawing out.
food for throwing up.
THIS is crying,
THIS is dying,
tears are drying,
as children learn
the ways of lying.
the ways of living.
fed up with trying,
without knowing
just what is lying
behind the door.
THIS was trying
to teach a lesson
but we're not buying
trying to eat
but we're not biting
trying to leave
but we quit driving
so left with no option
THIS settled on dying.

6. We would be
happy.

7. what would
have been
by Kisba
we complicated our lives
more than we could know
bruised and pushed our futures
as furniture:
past iron entry gates
shoebox full of beloved dates
i can tell
you didn't want this,
but what the fuck you expect
no matter how far away
i say
i am,
i am
still HUMAN

8. adrian a poem about loss
by Kisba
i'm not depressed
cause i know
that you're out there
i just don't know where.
i just wanna hear your voice
don't wanna see your face:
just enough to know
that you're okay,
and you're alright
without
the man that you held all night.
you used to
tell me not to fight
i don't want
to fight now...
we give it all away
having flashbacks:
and as i come back
i hear you ask
karl did you give your all today?
i'll fade away,
i'll fade away,
just fade away,
from this
lustful color of red
to a
jealous shade of grey
as
you kiss him good night
and you hold him tight

9. i wanna be yours
i wanted what's yours
tonight.
i won't forget you
and i won't regret you...
I'll just
fade away
cause you
paved the way
from my old shame
to shift the blame
to me.
i won't ask
please don't say
don't ever say
you love him
you love him,
you love him!
don't say you love him,
cause all the pain
i hid within
my mind's basement
hating him
will always be right
in my sickened mind
unless i could sleep tonight
but how can i sleep
when you hold him tight
and you are alright
without the man you held all night?

10. T H E
ENDEAVOR
a story about a story
by KISBA
our story starts just like any other
grabs her phone, closed the door
and says goodbye to her mother
and the first time he saw her,
he'll never forget. she's a born fighter
looking through the eyes of a lover.
looking through an eye with a gold mess
and he knows she's seen him at his worst
and when he's at his best.
she's seen him in the times,
when he said he was fine,
but his eyes said otherwise,
and he looked into the eye
the day when he realized...
quot;she knows me.quot;
he's seen her at her best,
and her worst.
and the times,
he was spitting rhymes,
cause with her in his ship
he just had to learn to fly.
when she gets real mad,
or when she gets real sad,
it takes all of the strength that she has
to keep her feet on the ground.
and to keep on her path.
cause there's a pushing force
scorching at the back of her legs
searing up into her thighs
screeching for release
but she decides
nobody's dying tonight.
and she didn't know

11. her decision would come into play...
come into play, later on in the game
when his knees were fiery just the same,
and she was ice, to keep the limbs tame.
icy hot, to relieve the pain.
and a straight jacket, to keep him sane.
there were times
he was her warming blanket
there were times
he was a pig, at the king's banquet
an apple in his mouth
she'll be there to get him OUT.
out, of alone
and out, onto the road
where he then found a home.
there were times
when she was a ball of lint
inside his dresser drawer
there were times
when she just couldn't handle any more
there is no clear way
to say which times were the best
and which times were the worst:
our story starts on Halloween
on a street called Laurelhurst.
but he is me,
and the girl, is abbey.
that's why, i'll love you forever.
and that's how
i define the endeavor.
THE END
no end.

12. LIGHT
by Kisba
There's something in the water with us.
I see, She is a sea jelly
submerge and, can you breathe it?
She is the cnidarian
glowing deep below us.
Take what you can taste,
this is light.
DARK
by Kisba
i can't see
i can't reach...
fell asleep and i drifted
not up, to the surface:
but down, near the floor.
the sea jellies are gone.
you are gone too.
it's not so warm anymore,
i don't know where up is.
please, i can't see

13. HOTEL by Kisba
i came to see stars,
but i'm in the light of streetlamps.
walking home, home is my
home away from homeless
heartless.
i'll love before i live.
walking home, each house a story:
nothing is ever faceless.
Once, we walked on the same road.
You remembered.
But
You don't look like you did
like you did yesterday.
my home,
home away from homeless:
coming to my room,
lights are off, air is never moist enough.
let me sit outside, when it's colder here.
i want nothing, and nothing to do with you.
if i want...
faceless, cardboard, perishable, Praised.
confronting the bathroom,
a mirror in the dark.... somewhere.
it says to me
you never really fit.
and if you do,
it is because they changed...
i will always
hate you.
i'm built to last, not to want.
not to want to last.
can i help you?
i don't need a hero.

14. Thanks, no one guessed.
By kisba
This poem was written about that cymbalta ad campaign, the slogan of which is
“depression hurts”
depression hurts
depression is sharp, needles pricking in my spine
florescent lights put me on stage, my past is on my skin, craters in my mind.
depression is an uneasy esophagus, a rigged scale, half-smashed glass,
trying not to recognize my reflection anymore.
wishing i still had tears, but nothing lives behind my eyes.
a jagged edge: tetanus,
and wishing i hated you.
taking a pill and bleeding out emotion, empty those eyes.
...'cause if i bleed i could say i'm alive
or i could just say that i'm red outside:
depression hurts, i win a one-sided civil war.

15. good,bye By Kisba
did you run away?
like the wind, for the hills
as they say...
cause when you win
no violins, skyward chins
took my aspirations away!
April showers
tread on my flowers,
to neglect my worries
is to lie for hours
if i find the time,
i'll get high, shed my superpowers
break water droplet walls,
pretend this life was ours
if i find the time.
cause you ran away--
like the wind in the hills,
today...

16. ellipsis
By Kisba
yesterday
...
something was held theft
omitted, taken
removed
i am bereft
of something
from every point that i proved
and i'll busy myself
to forget the wings
he glided on
as i fell
from his arms
onto my feet.
...

17. shale
By Kisba
you remember when?
the sky was falling
falling on us
but we didn't notice cause the limelight can change it up
i remember
when we used to hide
behind the line
of suicide
but when the moon changed the tide
we were still there.
waiting to breathe:
exhale.
i would call you up
in the middle of the night
just to say hi
never had to say bye
and you could get high
so high you got stuck in a cloud:
didnt have to bring you back down
cause
smiles didnt have to turn into frowns
people were wholesome
people were good
we were livin life
just because we knew we could
gone:
over the rail
breathing, breathing out bits of shale.
exhale
exhale
exhale
and now
come with me, sing the ugliest song
i'll wait for ya
and we can sing along

18. and now i'm sittin
chillin
reminiscin
on the days long past
the days where we could half-ass
life:
on the cuttin edge
but razors only cut so deep
and the pain makes you so heavy on your feet
wait for me
let me catch up with you
you're spinnin so fast, and i've been right in front of you
love me love me!
cause i guess beauty's only skin deep
im waitin for the message beep
so you can sing along with me
i don't wanna have to keep any promises
cause i'm not a guy who feels he has to be honest
and for real? you'd be astonished
at the things i've hidden
hiding from you.
but keep in mind
not everything good is too good to be true -- look at you!
i'm hungry -- to be in love
and you're lucky -- you're the one i really want.
so love me love
me cause beauty's not just skin deep
i am waiting for the message beep
so you can sing along with me.
but maybe we can't fall in love
maybe we can only fall apart
there's a part of you that's missing
a void in you that never held a heart.
cause we don't get 'i love yous',
we only get 'i owe yous'.
breathing, breathing out bits of shale.
exhale
exhale
exhale

19. GRADUATION
by KISBA
We didn't even know ourselves,
We didn't know anything.
They say we're going to the future: Commencement.
but I still walk on past's path.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves,
and a headfirst dive
into white

20. for Adrian
too many of my poems were about you. You wouldn’t like em much.