Submissions by kymkym65 (Kym)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Supression is what started my journey of writing. I recite often at poetry readings and now I am looking to get better at creating my written art form.
UPBEAT POEM
Published
27th Dec 2012 3:24pm
27th Dec 2012 3:24pm
2012 Conclusions/2013 Projections
Unable to breatheYou could not have told me I would have a child that cuts herself
Flabbergasted is what describes my initial reaction, unable to breathe
An ostrich with my head in the sand? Heck no, not me
Support is what she’s getting now and it is abundantly
Weight Loss Journey 3I started my initial journey 1 in 2008 at a whopping 300+ pounds (size 24 clothes)
Obese is what I was and I made every excuse
Even told myself this is what it is, and there is no use
Of trying to change, but I had to dig deep after being told
I would most certainly...
Flabbergasted is what describes my initial reaction, unable to breathe
An ostrich with my head in the sand? Heck no, not me
Support is what she’s getting now and it is abundantly
Weight Loss Journey 3I started my initial journey 1 in 2008 at a whopping 300+ pounds (size 24 clothes)
Obese is what I was and I made every excuse
Even told myself this is what it is, and there is no use
Of trying to change, but I had to dig deep after being told
I would most certainly...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Oct 2012 6:57pm
22nd Oct 2012 6:57pm
Unable to Breathe
Four walls closing around me
feeling trapped, and unable to breathe
A web of emotions causes my receptors to go numb
Visualization of breaking free via a very fast run
Providing a life for kids financially/emotionally is tough
This chain of teenage lows are nothing short of rough
My oldest child decided to deal with her emotions via cuts
Where in the world would she conceive this idea? I feel its nuts
Why would you cut/scar your skin to inflcit pain upon yourself
I am obviously missing something, my daughter desperately needs help
...
feeling trapped, and unable to breathe
A web of emotions causes my receptors to go numb
Visualization of breaking free via a very fast run
Providing a life for kids financially/emotionally is tough
This chain of teenage lows are nothing short of rough
My oldest child decided to deal with her emotions via cuts
Where in the world would she conceive this idea? I feel its nuts
Why would you cut/scar your skin to inflcit pain upon yourself
I am obviously missing something, my daughter desperately needs help
...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2012 6:50pm
3rd Oct 2012 6:50pm
Weight Loss Journey 2011-2012 Part 3
It’s November 2012 and my reflective journey begins
I know it’s time for me to dig deeper within
Myself and address a few more things
Like a proper view of self and beauty that life brings
My gym schedule is still solid and very much in tact
There’s no way I can repeat prior habits and go back
To medicines because I refuse to remove myself from the table
Success involves commitment and a mindset that is stable
My...
I know it’s time for me to dig deeper within
Myself and address a few more things
Like a proper view of self and beauty that life brings
My gym schedule is still solid and very much in tact
There’s no way I can repeat prior habits and go back
To medicines because I refuse to remove myself from the table
Success involves commitment and a mindset that is stable
My...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2012 3:46am
13th Aug 2012 3:46am
41 Years (summary)
On August 17th I will have embraced life for 41 years
I have had wonderful moments, I have shed many tears
Writing became my outlet at such an early age
I wrote about my experiences in every single stage
Pushing people aside is still an easy and simple thing to do
Heart break is a pain I will not allow into my space again
I still dislike that muscle a heart and the words I love you
I suffered great losses which included my good friend
Over a good for nothing rotten snake, an imprisoned man
Shedding horrid people out of my circle...
I have had wonderful moments, I have shed many tears
Writing became my outlet at such an early age
I wrote about my experiences in every single stage
Pushing people aside is still an easy and simple thing to do
Heart break is a pain I will not allow into my space again
I still dislike that muscle a heart and the words I love you
I suffered great losses which included my good friend
Over a good for nothing rotten snake, an imprisoned man
Shedding horrid people out of my circle...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jul 2012 6:13pm
28th Jul 2012 6:13pm
BALD and PROUD
Being a slave to society's whimsical tune about beauty
I conformed by buying hair that was not mine
Taken from the heads of people in foreign lands
Convinced their contribution will be paid back by GOD.
The long tresses I wore despite the guilt
Agonizing headaches from it being sewed in
I look in the mirror disgusted by my hypocrisy
After all, I tell everyone be yourself and be free
Living with this internal struggle is irritating
10+ years back and forth with my troubled emotions
No more hypocrisy; besides, when did...
I conformed by buying hair that was not mine
Taken from the heads of people in foreign lands
Convinced their contribution will be paid back by GOD.
The long tresses I wore despite the guilt
Agonizing headaches from it being sewed in
I look in the mirror disgusted by my hypocrisy
After all, I tell everyone be yourself and be free
Living with this internal struggle is irritating
10+ years back and forth with my troubled emotions
No more hypocrisy; besides, when did...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2012 10:06pm
22nd Jan 2012 10:06pm
Weight Loss Journey 2009-2010 Part 2
June 17 2009 kicked some fire in this more determined soul
Now it's time for this sister to reach for the next goal
Alas the treadmill and elliptical, why do 30 minutes seem so long
Even with Metallica, Disturbed, MudVayne blasting with my favorite songs
Measuring food, counting calories, and the freaking scale
Was discouraging me, driving me crazy, I still feel like a whale
November 2009 blood tests revealed a significant drop in my glucose number
My doc said that diabetes medicine, dispose of them on the double
I am on cloud nine,...
Now it's time for this sister to reach for the next goal
Alas the treadmill and elliptical, why do 30 minutes seem so long
Even with Metallica, Disturbed, MudVayne blasting with my favorite songs
Measuring food, counting calories, and the freaking scale
Was discouraging me, driving me crazy, I still feel like a whale
November 2009 blood tests revealed a significant drop in my glucose number
My doc said that diabetes medicine, dispose of them on the double
I am on cloud nine,...
#strength
#food
#LifeGoals #myself
#LifeGoals #myself
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 10:48pm
31st Dec 2011 10:48pm
Reborn 2012
I vow to be a more robust and a better me
2012 is the year I burst forth and finally be free
From all the demons and horrid people I gave my energy
You are no longer welcomed here, be gone, let me be
My goals have unfolded right before my very eyes
a positive outlook, upbuilding association, thus reaching for the skies
There are more mountains to climb, I am ready to stand tall
Hard work is what it takes,there is no option for me to fail or to fall
Because I am determined and my focus is the finish line
Each day I awake at 4:30 a.m, to...
2012 is the year I burst forth and finally be free
From all the demons and horrid people I gave my energy
You are no longer welcomed here, be gone, let me be
My goals have unfolded right before my very eyes
a positive outlook, upbuilding association, thus reaching for the skies
There are more mountains to climb, I am ready to stand tall
Hard work is what it takes,there is no option for me to fail or to fall
Because I am determined and my focus is the finish line
Each day I awake at 4:30 a.m, to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 9:34pm
15th Dec 2011 9:34pm
Let Me Be (submitted for worst family competition)
Let Me Be
Mom and dad chemically dependent
Dad tried to convince me, daddies train their daughters for a husband
Cast aside for having darker skin, still having a slave mentality
Drunken bouts, envies and rages
Succumbing to verbal abuse in all its stages
Nowhere to run, no damn where to hide
Holding all this anger and madness inside
Verbal now turns to physical, slaps constantly across my face
Everyday I woke up, I considered a disgrace
I thought stupid Bitch was my name for years
Every night I cry to GOD with many...
Mom and dad chemically dependent
Dad tried to convince me, daddies train their daughters for a husband
Cast aside for having darker skin, still having a slave mentality
Drunken bouts, envies and rages
Succumbing to verbal abuse in all its stages
Nowhere to run, no damn where to hide
Holding all this anger and madness inside
Verbal now turns to physical, slaps constantly across my face
Everyday I woke up, I considered a disgrace
I thought stupid Bitch was my name for years
Every night I cry to GOD with many...
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12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 10:22pm
11th Dec 2011 10:22pm
Prisoner.....Manipulator
He acts like the world owes him everything
No one told him to rob, steal money or diamond rings
His crimes caught up with him and the bars encompassed his freedom
Nothing changed about his demeanor, he became worse scum
Ole pitiful me, please make calls tell my people I need commissary
One favor turns into two and you're now the appointed secretary...NOT
Stacks of letters in the mail without stamps, send for me
All kinds of stories to play on heart strings and pity
What do you need high priced sneakers to walk around prison for?
So other...
No one told him to rob, steal money or diamond rings
His crimes caught up with him and the bars encompassed his freedom
Nothing changed about his demeanor, he became worse scum
Ole pitiful me, please make calls tell my people I need commissary
One favor turns into two and you're now the appointed secretary...NOT
Stacks of letters in the mail without stamps, send for me
All kinds of stories to play on heart strings and pity
What do you need high priced sneakers to walk around prison for?
So other...
206 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2011 00:06am
7th Dec 2011 00:06am
Weight Loss Journey 2008-2009 Part 1
Weight Journey 2008-2009 Part 1
In 2008 I was given a grim message and a dose of reality
High blood pressure, borderline diabetes, asthma & allergies
What stabbed me in my heart was the news my doc gave
You are slowing killing yourself chid into an early grave
It wasn’t until I had to go to a cold dark room to be weighed
On a animal scale and the shock hit me like bricks because it said
337lbs and I am only 5’5 inches tall, the adjacent mirror looked back at me
And when I really took a look at the image, I could finally see
...
In 2008 I was given a grim message and a dose of reality
High blood pressure, borderline diabetes, asthma & allergies
What stabbed me in my heart was the news my doc gave
You are slowing killing yourself chid into an early grave
It wasn’t until I had to go to a cold dark room to be weighed
On a animal scale and the shock hit me like bricks because it said
337lbs and I am only 5’5 inches tall, the adjacent mirror looked back at me
And when I really took a look at the image, I could finally see
...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2011 4:10am
27th Nov 2011 4:10am
If
If I could turn back time
So many things I would do differently
Cut the negative people from my life
and be done away with other people's strife
The flowers I would take more time to smell
Tell close minded people go to hell
The one season people would be a thing of the past
I would surround myself only with people with class
My glass office, it would be my own empire
My energy, wit, sheer dominance would set this world on fire
The world I would see ten times over and speak many tongues
During each journey, I would bask and...
So many things I would do differently
Cut the negative people from my life
and be done away with other people's strife
The flowers I would take more time to smell
Tell close minded people go to hell
The one season people would be a thing of the past
I would surround myself only with people with class
My glass office, it would be my own empire
My energy, wit, sheer dominance would set this world on fire
The world I would see ten times over and speak many tongues
During each journey, I would bask and...
222 reads
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