Poet and storyteller who runs on espresso, anxiety, and inappropriate humor. {lkstoryteller.com}

Why I Write

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Poetry gives me a voice when my heart has no words.


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Photo by Ryan Rush on Unsplash

words cause pain.
blinding rage.
words that tear
out your heart.
pieces that come
back to you with
grass stains
and broken stitches.
pieces that are never
put back together.

he smiles and
does not understand.


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Photo by Randy Jacob on Unsplash

i need
somewhere to waste away,
a rainy day.

i need
to wash away my pain,
this rainy day

i am
blurred, distorted, surreal,
my grief.

i turn
without a backward glance,
mercy passes by.

i try
to disguise the truth inside,
all my pain.


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Photo by Jaromír Kavan on Unsplash


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they whisper past
rustling a dream
forgotten by morning


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Photo by Nikita Tretyakov on Unsplash

there is a gentle breeze
rustling the branches
of the trees
just a few feet
from where
i am sitting.

the sun is setting
over the river,
begging me
to join in the
darkness to come.
my feet burn to follow.


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Photo by Clément M. on Unsplash

there is a spark,
sitting right behind your heart.
it might dim a little
here and there.
tarnish and have
a scratch or two.

in its shadow,
hoping to be forgotten,
are all the mistakes,
the missteps, and
misfortunes of a heart
that has loved without limit.

its light shines
when life goes dark.
shows you a path
through the storm.
gives hope when
all feels lost.

you can lose sight of it,
misplace it or
try to snuff it out,
but it’s always there.
don’t hate that spark.
that’s the real you.


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I only have myself to blame for my near death experience.


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Photo by Anthony Rao on Unsplash

let it all go.
let it all shatter.
let all the pieces
of the person you used to be
fall to the floor
and turn to ash.

now rise and
set the world on fire.


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Photo by Zach Reiner on Unsplash

beauty is
the sparkle in your eye
after you’ve told a dirty joke.

joy is
cleaning up the mud you tracked in
after dancing in the rain.

peace is
curling up under a
blanket fort in the living room.

wellness is
enjoying the last spoonful
of mint chocolate chip.

life is
the unexpected, the messy,
the rain, and the sparkles.

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