tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52675032011-07-07T16:17:18.699-07:00poetry and stuffKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-83576850809514630372011-06-14T16:45:00.001-07:002011-06-14T16:48:33.991-07:00Confirmations, one by onea soul created to be undone.An angel born, shed from graceenchanted tears dazzle her face.For in this life where many tredsome are formed already dead.But death is a gift to freely givea sacrifice so others may truly live.No tears needed for this forgotten onethe fate of God can't be undone.She's not a victim, not a tragedybut a blissful angel in all majesty.It's not a Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-14089106332365035612011-06-14T16:45:00.000-07:002011-06-14T16:48:13.503-07:00Confirmations, one by onea soul created to be undone.An angel born, shed from graceenchanted tears dazzle her face.For in this life where many tredsome are formed already dead.But death is a gift to freely givea sacrifice so others may truly live.No tears needed for this forgotten onethe fate of God can't be undone.She's not a victim, not a tragedybut a blissful angel in all majesty.It's not a Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1138333124214757072006-01-26T19:22:00.000-08:002011-06-14T16:42:46.181-07:00You sang to meontop of a worn and tattered bridgeoverlooking the black waterfall.You pointed out the silver glimmers that still remain. You showed the rose back to it's velvet color and sweet scent.You sang to meabout a hand filled with shattered pieces.Hard to tell where the blood stopped and the heart began.Frozen tears captive behind hazel eyes.Poetic words softening the tips of the jagged Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1138330891375183792006-01-26T19:00:00.000-08:002006-01-26T19:01:31.386-08:00Paint me a deathamoung my most cherishedas the two dancers use each other's heart as the floor.Caught between righteousness and vengancefriends and lovethe shattered VS the broken. Soul torn in twoboth deserving the wholeyet don't want the other's half. Paint me a deathupon my essencewarrior spears of betrayalso desperate of peacebeauty and truthso tired of tearsmistrust and double edged Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1137290002627566102006-01-14T17:46:00.000-08:002006-01-16T20:38:17.136-08:00 To many nights starry eyes have dreamedof enchantment to often unseen. The giver living through the pain of lossthe recieved disdained, too high a cost. Earth can't reflect the nights stars,much more is lived in the scars.Dreams lie in danger that the heart is trueto much relies upon the gain of you.Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1129762449308030712005-10-19T15:44:00.000-07:002005-10-19T15:56:39.126-07:00DAMZEL IN DISTRESSTell me something,do you think it's beautiful...when I cry? Who's enchantment is the silver tear?The flash of pain,scarlet drops,paper thin scars.....What do they ignight,sadness or extacy?Does the sight of a fallen angel thrill you?You love your damzel in distress don't you?The weak frailty of beauty.Heart ready to crumble...fate in your hands. Empowering isn't it...to have Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1126579713623801152005-09-12T19:25:00.000-07:002005-09-12T19:48:33.626-07:00The roses' frailtytorn shattered and fallen.Cut down by the hands of it's former guardian.The one Silver tear holding the last petal captive,unable to dieunable to let go.A faith that nearly kills,yet the last thread clinging to life.Thorn draws fresh tears dailyyet to beautiful to rid of,it magical poison running deeper in my vains bringing me my happiness along side of insanity.The obsession ofKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1125460604499539112005-08-30T20:54:00.000-07:002005-08-30T20:56:44.506-07:00A broken heartshatterd upon bladed shardswho's name is truth, honesty, reality.Collected in hands that both break and protectwithdraw and step forwardlook away and reach to.Love draws painrespect brings forth tearscare crushes dreams.A sparkling eye that kills,hypnotizes,aggrivates,captivates.Kind words influct wounds.Love is hate,hate is pain,pain is truth,truth is freedom,freedom is death,deathKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1120236747055876152005-07-01T09:46:00.000-07:002005-07-01T09:53:29.856-07:00She sits alone in a silent graveyard,gazing up and the diamond etched sky.Visions of happiness and love dance in her head,Will she ever get the guy?A few magical encounters,exchanging of poetic souls.Eyes both scared and hopeful.A sacred hug, bringing forth heart's true desires.She dances around in the silent graveyard,embracing the diamond etched sky.All of her dreams and prayers have come Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1085629306770836932004-05-26T20:41:00.000-07:002011-06-14T16:44:23.912-07:00My eyes cry bloody tears,invisible to most human eyes. Glimpses only shownnever read.The protector of my soul,so close I can feel the kisses of his spirit,yet so far a hundred blood drops go by un-noticed.Smile of radiance,eyes of love,heart not free to give away.The wonderer ever present,yet blind to open wounds.Tears close to drop on his cheek,skin to numb to notice.A word of care,a prayer of Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1082859371169254852004-04-24T19:16:00.000-07:002008-01-24T22:27:25.263-08:00My wish finally came truein it's entirety.I was able to let go of you.Though memories of gold flood my mindyou're no longer good for me.You bring me pain.I shared my darkest truth with you,and you turned back to your reality,not stopping for a second to reach into mine.I loved you,and a small part of me always will,but I bid you farewell.Welcome to my past,where you'll remain.Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1082858916301257442004-04-24T19:08:00.000-07:002004-04-24T19:22:34.310-07:00
If I opened up my soul to you,
would you read it?
If I allowed you to see the truth in my eyes,
would you look into them?
if a hundred new scars appeared on my wrist,
would you seriously care?
What am I to you?
What do I make you feel....
happy,
angry,
pained,
annoyed,
bothered,
are you tired of wearing your christian persona?
Could you handle my reality?
My hate
my love
my Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1081751932463964642004-04-11T23:38:00.000-07:002004-04-11T23:42:39.686-07:00Thoughts in words,
so difficult a concept.
Emotions on paper,
seemingly impossible.
What cure is there to an over-ran mind
in which the web is to intricite to untangle?
Thoughts race,
time erased,
no rescue place,
no sweet embrace.
No release for a mind entraped inside thorns of confusion.
Who will hear the words,
so difficult to utter?
Who will ease the pain,
to complex to express?Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1081751689906529022004-04-11T23:34:00.000-07:002004-04-24T19:13:53.750-07:00
Look in my eyes, step in my soul.
Enter into this world of old.
Can you sense the pain? Feel the cold?
No, don't deny me,
though I may be the enemy of your prayers.
Can't you see that I'm just lonely and scared? Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1076518626829877382004-02-11T08:57:00.000-08:002004-04-11T23:39:00.233-07:00
BOTTLED TEAR DROPS
Burning heart entrapped inside thorns.
Fucked up lies of a so called love,
while children lie dead with blood staind blades.
Another ounce of the bottled filled,
tears held captive inside a fragile cage.
Shattered by abuse,
painful words,
blunt looks,
empty presences.
Floods wash away the crimzon sea
only to appear pure.
Can't you see the ocean is weeping?
Are you able to Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1074653646462471312004-01-20T18:54:00.000-08:002004-02-11T08:58:23.106-08:00SCARLET DARKNESS
Pain of a lost child,
a fallen warrior,
over-ran with lies of hatred.
Burning torture to deep to touch.
Blind eyes cast away from reality,
dragged into the realm death.
The realm of scarlet darkness.
Whirlwinds of past despises,
ridicules, tortures, words of poison, actions of blunt amusement.
One by one nightmares recollect
forcing the realm of scarelt darkness to Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1074653553043860442004-01-20T18:52:00.000-08:002004-01-20T18:56:22.483-08:00Good night my blessed ones.
May you rest peacefully in the arms of the Father.
The love of God guide you through the night,
and awaken you to a new dawn.
The sweetness and care which you have shown to us
brings light to our hearts,
warmth to our soul,
and a thousand smiles upon our faces.
We love you, dear brothers,
and all the ways you lead us on,
encourage us,
strengthen us,
and help us to Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1064637314225237922003-09-26T21:35:00.000-07:002004-01-20T18:54:44.496-08:00A night of dreams, instilled with shooting stars,
reassurance of glittering hope.
The twinkling eye of night subsides all pains.
Fears diminished by the velvet heaven's protection.
The soft glisten of promised comfort,
that in due time all things shall suffice eternal peaceKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1063766888605505252003-09-16T19:46:00.000-07:002003-09-16T19:50:54.546-07:00When you love someone so deeply
They become your life
It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside
Blindly I imagined I could
Keep you under glass
Now I understand to hold you
I must open my hands
And watch you rise
(chorus)Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were ment to be
Soooo spread your Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1063161665690255352003-09-09T19:41:00.000-07:002003-09-16T19:48:28.593-07:00JADED BEAUTY
A single shed tear,
a drop of flesh blood,
pierced heart in agonizing pain.
When will things ever be the same?
Can they even be?
Jaded beauty,
faded love,
lost comfort; except from above.
Destroyed dreams,
desolated hope,
shattered faith,
non-excisting radiance.
When will all sufferings dissappear?
When will I be able to replace my essance into the hands of my earthly guardian?
Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1062823364842543722003-09-05T21:42:00.000-07:002003-09-05T21:42:55.736-07:00 Your heart is not open, so I must go.
The spell has been broken, I loved you so.
Freedom comes when you learn to let go,
creation comes when you learn to say no.
You were my lession,I had to learn.
I was your fortress, you had to burn.
Pain is a warning that something's wrong
I pray to God that it won't be long
I wanna go higher.
There's nothing left to try,
there's no more places to hide,
Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1062043406289404262003-08-27T21:03:00.000-07:002003-09-22T20:57:22.170-07:00 So beautiful a person, so pure of heart. The only thoughts resounding in my mind is that I tainted thee. I struck at thou's innocence, and shattered it. The wispers of night decieve day's truth, blackend out by the absent world. Light restored and truth returned, bringing all things back to life. Thoughts set straight, logic instilled, the pain so real. The echos of the absent world return once Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1061943889530285792003-08-26T17:24:00.000-07:002003-08-26T17:24:49.503-07:00 Tears of pain in endless streams. One by one dreams are crushed, golden hearts smashed to dust. Heart held captive by sharp claws. Dare I move it, it could be destroyed. The apperance of innocence so radiant, trust was inevitable. Never crossed by dreams nor nightmares did visions of pain come from the peacemaker of my emotions, the soother of my heart, lifter of my thoughts. Blood stained tearsKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1061345543869251562003-08-19T19:12:00.000-07:002003-08-19T19:13:45.310-07:00 The beauty of that dream, that night, slowly fades away, and harsh reality enters life once again. Words of poison ache to be spoken. Unending consequences. Love can hurt, it can destroy, yet it still captivates us in it's beauty. Should I be lucky enough that grace and mery fall upon me? Do I dare pray for such a thing? Someone's heart has to bleed, bleed the agony of uncertain wanting. Take Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1059627131048614932003-07-30T21:52:00.000-07:002003-07-30T21:52:10.916-07:00 Tired of holding on to hopeless dreams,
dreams of love and what it could be.
But never will the wishes come true,
never will I be with you.
Can nobody hear my cries?
Unclench my hands, take it away.
It burns to hold.
Tears of pain in endless streams.
One by one the dreams are crushed
Golden hearts smashed to dust.
Heart held captive by sharp claws
dare I move it, it could be destroyed
piece Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-1057032318230625802003-06-30T21:05:00.000-07:002003-06-30T21:05:18.203-07:00 Pain to deep for words to convey,
once love now stripped away.
Scorching tears to burn my face,
my heart seeks desperatly for a resting place.
Place the veil over my eyes,
block out the visions of sorrow.
A closing of eyes and a prayer to the highest
longing for a new tomorrow. Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-953637882003-06-06T02:30:00.000-07:002008-01-24T22:25:25.968-08:00 Candels of love Why have you come, bearing a light brighter than the one I protect with all my essence? have you come to light my way? I believe that you have, but just as your twin should I get to close the burning will begin. Shall I keep you like the other, protect and guide you but only enjoy your beauty from a distance? But it's harder, you call out for me to come close, unaware of your Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-934448912003-04-28T21:17:00.000-07:002003-04-28T21:19:42.000-07:00 Sometimes when I look at you tears begin to burn my eyes, for they know the painful truth that you could never be mine. My heart and soul ache to be near you, while my mind tries desperetly to back away (not finished yet)Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-934352582003-04-28T18:25:00.000-07:002003-04-28T18:25:56.480-07:00*NOTE* not my work.
Have you ever wanted to just give up, but you were in to deep?
Have you ever slowly, cried yourself to sleep?
Have you ever wished that you could escape love.
And asked why, to heaven above.
Wondering why, things go on, like they do.
And everything I do, why I still think of you.
You don't understand, I don't think you want too.
When you looked in my eyes.
What exactly did youKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-925980642003-04-14T11:47:00.000-07:002003-06-21T21:49:33.000-07:00Cletical eyes, they magnatize, turning my emotions into dust.With a tender heart and suicide kisses, tears in hands we say our good-byes. For I'm to tired, my love, to continue with the dreams. A thousand times over the script runs through my head. For the dreams may be sweet, but the reality is bitter and so much longer. Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-923553742003-04-10T05:27:00.000-07:002008-01-24T23:49:07.854-08:00 What if......if OnlyWhat would you do, if i told you i loved you?Would you be gentle with my brittle heart?If you could truly see inside my eyes, would u realize all the fear and pain that's buried inside?Would you see the soft glisten of a child who wants to love you, but is afraid to?What is it that you see when you look at me?Do you only see the carefree attitude painted on by the mask i Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-923552282003-04-10T05:23:00.000-07:002003-04-10T20:10:03.000-07:00 How Many Times?
How many times must i stand by and cry along with you?
Why is it you can't see his lies and deceptions? The odds are 15 to 1 but yet you go against them. One after another the vicious black hole continues, devouring you into more lies. Each one better, but yet the next worse. It's easy to sound truthful when you start to cry.... but it's also easy to cry on an act. Why does anKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-923539682003-04-10T04:46:00.002-07:002003-06-21T21:53:05.000-07:00 Man in the Iron Mask
There's this guy i know
who wears an iron mask, cold as stone.
Painted on it lies a pretty picture;
a smile and a glow.
But what lies underneath it, only few people know.
Silly in his act; like that of a clown;
he shows himself as a fool, a goof, never being down.
Nothing ever seems to get to him
loud, annoying, slightly immature
nothing is ever serious to him.
I saw him Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-923539562003-04-10T04:46:00.001-07:002003-06-21T22:11:29.000-07:00 The Game
So you've come to make a fool of me have you? You sit back and smile, content with the game you've just created and are about to begin playing. Yes, you're certain that I will fall perfectly into ur plan, your crafted hands molding my spirit into that of a pawn's, restricted and almost helpless. Yes, you think of urself as a master, a game master. But are the rules clearly written andKairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5267503.post-923539472003-04-10T04:46:00.000-07:002003-04-10T04:56:59.000-07:00 Noctournal
Beauty comes in the midst of the night when the diamonds sparkle across the velvet heaven.
The midnight eyes peering through the woods casted in shadows, the world becomes a mystery.
Earth is finally asleep and waking up for the first time.©
Kairsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806741246470301742noreply@blogger.com