Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
A day.
the day does come eventually
the day you can't deiced
the day does come
someday
a day you don't know when
walking down the street
a regular routine
over.
cooking up a simple meal
cutting carrots, celery
searing up the beef,
over.
a day you don't know when
a day you may not know why
a day
a day
just maybe
a day away.
~ Kael Daul
Saturday, January 29, 2011
I am sorry.
I love you.
I am sorry.
Why?
I just am.
Don't be.
I am.
Why?
I can't tell you.
Why?
Because.
You are not making any sense.
I am sorry.
Stop saying that.
I can't.
Why?
I don't know.
I am sorry too.
Why?
I love you.
Don't say that.
Too late.
Stop.
No.
Please.
No.
You making this hard.
I don't care.
I love you.
You do?
Yes.
Then?
It can never work.
Why?
You know why.
I don't.
Goodbye.
Don't leave.
I am sorry.
Please.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
~ Kael Daul
I am sorry.
Why?
I just am.
Don't be.
I am.
Why?
I can't tell you.
Why?
Because.
You are not making any sense.
I am sorry.
Stop saying that.
I can't.
Why?
I don't know.
I am sorry too.
Why?
I love you.
Don't say that.
Too late.
Stop.
No.
Please.
No.
You making this hard.
I don't care.
I love you.
You do?
Yes.
Then?
It can never work.
Why?
You know why.
I don't.
Goodbye.
Don't leave.
I am sorry.
Please.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
~ Kael Daul
Friday, January 28, 2011
damn you
I look at you
then look at everyone else
damn you,
for being so
perfect
damn you,
for being so much
better
than all the other
boys
I can't move on
I am still in
love
with you
I can't
Stop
thinking about you even while,
I am kissing him
I feel like
you are watching
me from
behind these
airy curtains
you are the only
thing
I see
and damn you,
for leaving me like this
leaving me left with
the smell
of you in pillow case
damn you,
for loving me
and kissing her
damn you.
~ Kael Daul
Stefanie
You are her
She who hurt me
You are the one
The one that knows best
You’re the one with the beautiful hands
Hands that didn’t even try
To glue back together
The pieces that lay
Broken
You were the one who always spoke
With such a slithery voice
You have the letters
All the ones I wrote to you
Your eyes are the ones
The eyes that never let up
Looking with such contempt at me
Always bringing me
Down
Your lungs
Were the lungs that breathed in all the smoke
You have the feet
That walked all over me
You’re under the disguise
Covering your tear filled eyes
You never tried, thus you never realized
How much it killed me deep inside
You are her who hurt me.
~ Kael Daul
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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