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I'm Free
A dandelion among the stars,
not a firecracker,
not bright or bound by gravity.
I will be small,
small enough to let my friends feel like stars, boundless and full of purpose.
I will not be envious of their long life, intensity, or luminescence.
I will be happy to be free,
to float,
to live in the wind.
Until the sun rises, I will roam and carry them with me wherever I land;
We’ve come too far to fail.
We’re too close to harmony to not enjoy the solitude of our lives,
to not be grateful for our differences,
to not just be happy under the light of their presence.
I am but a seed
And you,
just a star in the galaxy.
I live in your light,
and you shine because I’m free.
-kalika
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Edge of Faith -kalika
Is this all AI?
haha. no. i write all of it. just the mad ramblings of a lost girl i suppose.
but the pictures are not mine. they are AI and made with NightCafe, and i edit them in Canva. i make no claims to their originality. Though i do draw. just not fast enough to draw something for each poem or song.
The poem ^^ I’m Free features one of my original drawings.
star-crossed lovers series, pt.1
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star-crossed lovers series, pt.2
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star-crossed lovers series, pt.3
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star-crossed lovers series, pt.4
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Carnal Execution
your body is a revolution
eat you rich
call that carnal execution
we got that mythic chemistry
once-in-a-lifetime
every memory is ecstasy
together we make magic baby
head in heaven
you got me dreamin’ lately
I’ll drown your sorrows, unsung
my siren song
got you speakin’ in tongues
divine quake, watch you tremble
find solace in me
my body is a holy temple
somethin’ ‘bout my energy
treasured sacred
got that supernatural remedy
-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
crush it.
i hold violence in my hands so i can crush it.
like citrus in a damn Sunkist,
i love it.
rinds of benevolence just can’t cut it.
can’t quit this;
can’t rise above it,
cause the juice is worth the squeeze.
poisoned orange intravenously,
fruit of the poisonous tree;
peel back what’s inevitably
flowing cold inside of me.
my anger chills righteously—
hellish from the seventh to ninth zone.
so-da freeze’s frigid to the depths
of my spinal bones
close to my heart;
can i kill the bicarbonate spark?
so-di-um salt tears can’t boil over
as acid starts to depart,
leaving a mark.
like angry chem-trails grieving the sky;
sickening all
that can’t bear to say goodbye.
pop another top, squash it with a sigh.
addicted to the misery, to the high—
to sugary sweet trickery,
and i don’t know why.
-kalika
A. Scarlet Heart
my heart’s now made of darkness,
I’ll play your game.
on my chest; draw a scarlet A;
I’ll take all the blame.
if you’re gonna brand me a villain,
I’ll light up this flame.
I’ll spark a match just to watch the
world burn in your name.
speak of the mighty devil, and she shall appear.
she’ll take everything from ya since you volunteered.
they say money’s the root of all evil,
but they’ve never met me.
I play with the devil’s advocate;
don’t dare bet against me.
get ready and heed my warning;
you ought to expect me.
a necessary evil, I had to become;
you will never forget me.
I will take you down with me to face hellish frontiers.
we’ll go to hell in a hand-basket to find what you fear.
I’ll summon my rebellious hellions,
and zip up my Reaper jacket.
I’ll melt and mix up magic to place
poison in your brass cup.
with threads of molten hot malevolence,
I’ll weave a flower basket.
rafflesias, wolfsbane, and monkey orchids,
I’ll lay them in your casket.
speak of the mighty devil, and I shall appear.
I’ll take everything from ya; for you volunteered.
you’ll go to hell in a hand-basket; I’ll learn what you fear.
you’re coming down with me to face hellish frontiers.
-kalika
You Can Find Me
all the commentary’s unnecessary
when i walk with those not at rest;
so i sit at the cemetery
when i need to clear my head.
they say death is hereditary,
so i don’t fear my final breath.
there’s peace in being secretary
for the thoughts left by the dead.
you can find me laying by mounds
beside the freshly dug up dirt.
i’ll be listening to the sounds—
witnessing silence go unstirred.
i stare longingly up at the clouds
wondering why i’m still here on Earth.
this’ the place to bury all my doubts
to pack down all my fear and hurt.
-kalika
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
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
Pensacola
a pen to hold us in the summertime
where nature speaks and colors rhyme
sunset reflections across the shoreline
a day well spent to restore my mind
holding onto vitamin D daydreams
while my joy basks in sun-ray beams
and peace blows in with the cool breeze
time froze the devil in the deep blue sea
the ebb and flow; matter in motion
feeling the sea swell as the wind’s blowing
the foamy glaze drifting across the ocean
chasing mole crabs as we’re beach combing
swimming below waves as they break
beach volleyball games well played
in red bikinis while drinking all day
a place far enough from home to escape
carrying sand between my naked toes
buried in the land of a world unknown
where water cools and the warm sun glows
there’s no better place I could’ve chose
-kalika
Sea Me
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underwhelmed
“Don’t wear shorts above
the knees as you do that way.”
“Why do you come to work
dressed so fancy every day?”
“Flirt more, work for it;
I find that’s the hottest.”
“Try not to be so sexual,
women should be more modest.”
“You should wear less makeup,
don’t hide away your gorgeous face.”
“Wear more makeup
because you look so tired today!”
“Make sure you dye your hair
to the roots so it’s the blondest.”
“You should change your hair
back to brown; I’m just being honest.”
“Don’t talk so much in class;
you’re taking up too much space.”
“Why don’t you talk more?
I know you got something to say.”
“You should finish up school,
to ensure you’re the sharpest.”
“Don’t go to school at all
if you want to be a real artist.”
If I let the world control me,
it’ll rip me to shreds.
It’ll take this tapestry I’ve woven
and turn it into threads.
If I let the world control me,
I won’t understand myself.
IF I WAS ALL THE WORLD
WANTED ME TO BE,
YOU’D FIND YOURSELF …underwhelmed.
-kalika
Litmus Test
insurmountable mountains proved moveable on that summer day in July; the world was born to be beautiful, and excellence glazed over the sky.
I ‘stumbled’ into a doubtless morning; the air was crisp and clean, as if the sun rays dared blanket all that my eyes had ever seen.
the clouds whispered in their lover’s ears; and the birds played my favorite song, as I laid there ever-so quietly learning to hum along.
the sunshine kissed your stomach sweetly as the bees went shopping for new trees; and suddenly for a moment, I became who I wanted to be.
our laughter ‘slipped’ harmoniously in tune with nature’s pitch, seducing the trees to dance in windy rhythms; and once again, the world was rich.
I felt the ‘plunge’ of a joyous thrill overwhelm me as I tucked my head into your arms. musing ‘mellow’ and melting ‘yellow,’ my soul bubbled delightfully in your wild skylit warmth.
you ‘sprang’ and ‘spilled’ a wonderland under the love of bright sun beams; as I gazed down at your body, sweat ‘drops’ of dew began to bead;
and down into a land of day lit dreams, I serendipitously ‘fell,’ as they boldly glistened and gleamed lilting a tale they knew oh so well.
they chimed a melody that happily embraced the wishes of rainbows and wind; for these prismatic, dome ‘window panes’ contained all the keys to life’s origins.
they made oasis waves ripple across space, and time came to an end; now, I reminisce about those days in hopes to once again transcend.
Looking back…
I have a rather suspicious guess when I ponder about that lovely whimsical day
that I would have failed a ‘litmus test’ for true love’s kiss had never before done me quite that way.
-kalika
