How does one fuck up ones life so much, in so little time?
That's become my latest game.
That is, until you brought me back.
So back, it hurt to realize what I had done.
To you, to us. To myself.
I want to feel you gliding down my body.
Your rough, warm skin. Barely grazing mine.
I want to feel your warm, moist tongue.
Whisper in my ear.
Tell me I am alright.
Lie to me.
In thinking of all of this,
My mind returns to one thought.
Her.
Manipulation at it's finest.
You say you cannot be manipulated.
Oh, but you are.
'Keep calm and fuck the same sex.'
Bullshit, she will come for you.
And I will destroy her. Everything she has.
I don't care if she is weak. She has no idea what weak is.
I am the perfect example of such weakness.
But, I am strong. For I will destroy anything that blocks my path.
I return to you, Slowly counting my breaths.
I can almost feel you,
taste you..
i want you..
i want me. i want us. i want happiness and joy.
most of all, i just want my head.

Rage. To anonymous.

You can sit behind that screen,
Laugh, make as much fun as you want of me.
I'm supposed to be the one to tell you you're wrong,
I'm supposed to set an example.
I know you think you're better than me,
You've proven your thoughts time and time again,
How are you not exhausted?
Does this not wear you out?
Consistently talking shit,
Hiding, still you expect me to bow down?
Have I not proven myself to you?
If not, how the hell am I supposed to?
No, this isn't a poem.
It's a rage letter to you,
You know who you are,
I may not, but I'm not the one who has to go to sleep knowing I've hurt someone.
I'm so busy being angry, I have no time to enjoy my life,
Enjoy the things I know I may be good at,
Yes, I AM good at poetry,
And I only say this because every single damn word has meaning.
Yet, seeing your posts,
You remind me of a puppet on a string.
Bowing down to society and being just plain mean.
People would look up to some of you,
But why would anyone want to become what you are?
I sure as hell know who I am, and it's very far from you.

Anger pulses through my veins
I have no time to react, 
Only to snap. Quickly fighting back.
Defense on high.
My mood is altered
My thoughts diluted.
Mind hazy.
I realize what I do.
Who I hurt and how I do.
Yet, none of it seems to matter.
Only a short time until my emotions shatter.
Stuck in a deep abyss.
Grasping, Reaching, Barely breathing- for that one moment of bliss.
My family set me up for a disaster, I didn't ask for any of this.
This barely being of a poetic form.
Lately I haven't written, Haven't had words to describe my life.
Only now do I decide it's time to write.
These words don't mean anything to you.
Unless you know me, Which I highly doubt you do.
I'd like to see you attempt to reach me, But which one of you would make a first move?
I dare you, barely time to lose.

One pill, two pill, three pill, four.
Three swallowed as the last hits the floor.
Addiction is a bitch, Catches you when you least expect it.
Grabs you by the neck, pulls you to accept it.
Fighting back is the only way to survive,
Doubting every truth, covering it with a lie.

Strings attached,
Your body a match,
Light it, Ignite it,
Watch it catch.
See the rage, see the flames
Watch the ash as it rains.
Pull me down, Hold me tight
Struggle, Put up a fight.
Slowing down, Crashing hard-
Hit the ground, flames holding tight.
Soul and mind, left to burn,
stomach and emotions, left to churn-
all day and all night.

Societys depths.

Stolen of an innocence,
Labeled by belligerence,
Marked by redemption,
As though I might be seeking attention.
You put a label to my face,
Pin my body to the wall,
Watch me struggle to be accepted by you all.
Although I quit years ago,
Trying to blend in with this world you know,
Stupidity seems to be the cycling flow.
Observe your thoughts,
Watch your moves,
Read your minds,
Watch you chose.
You set us up for rejection,
To watch us seek acceptance,
I'm sorry it has not fully worked this way,
Only a few truly live today.
Taught to march,
Not to sway,
In a line, you expect us to stay.


"Society is like an airplane. Only a few know when it is going to crash. And usually, the ones who knew, are the rejected of us all."
- Kelsey McKenzie Leigh Duncan

Where i'm from

I am from a picture perfect mess,
smiles as fake as a so-called private life.
I am from a tree of past and present addictions,
parents the nearest strand to sanity.
I am from shared secrets,
laughter and sorrow seeming to be the unbreakable chain.

I am from sarcasm,
born to be raised,
I am from sweet dirt streams,
Mud and water the same.
I am from thick blood,
bonds not meant to break.

I am from a stretched and worn tree,
where history tends to be repetitive,
I am from a town whose population seems to be discredited.
although, most decided to settle to be subtle with it.
I am from a family of past junkies, believers, dreamers, and outspoken speakers,
all living together as if You would leap to dream with Us.

Chiseling the world away

The light just flickered,
My heart missed a beat,

At any given moment, your knees go weak, the world as you know it,
Becoming frozen.
The lights go out,
Goals knocked down,
Gone in an instant, no moments notice.
Ending now, would seem to ironic.
Give it a moment,
It will happen when we all don't suppose it.
Lets light a candle together,
Watch the world explode.

The light just flickered,
My heart missed a beat,


But it came back on- All we needed was a candle, you and me.
Lets come together, All join hands, wait for this world we call ours hanging on a strand-
Wait for it to snap-
Don't be caught without a candle in hand.
After all it is us who chiseled the world away to this thin strand.
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Beautiful Disasters: The flow

Beautiful Disasters: The flow

The flow

I live my life the way my body carries me. If my left arm were to stray to my right, chances are i'd change the direction in which i were walking just to follow the course.
-Kelsey McKenzie Leigh Duncan

I do not write, I spill my soul.

I have not intentionally inquired such raw desire to be heard,
Oh these words,  they come to me, oh so natrually, factually,
Words, pry my hands open, grasp a pen at the very moment.
Rhymes freely flowing,
Words overloading,
I do not think it over, I do not even focus-
Let it out, Make it heard,
This pen to paper, Spark it, Light it, Let it burn,
Out of control, take your turn, I'll spill my soul. It is my fuel- Afterall, my mind is out of my control.

I'm sorry, Sir.

Someone please stop the lies, chaos erupts because of your failure to keep us noticed.
Your thoughts are focused on all the wrong things.
You sir, in charge of our country, are a failure, one of you one day will end all eternity.
I can see it now. Take a bow. Everyone can see the flaws you tried so hard to protect from us all.
Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let the whole world see you. See you for you. Not for the numb minded robot they've made you. Sorry sir, your family didn't even realize. You've embraced them with not arms but with your lies. You've fed them your beliefs, made them your believers. Are they hurt? Are they numb to you, sir? Does this hurt? Is it hurting, sir?
I'm sorry sir-
Maybe now someone can do something for us. Not for you.
Someone stand up, This is the center of sins.
Someone stand up-this is getting far to close to the end.
Someone stand up, this is all to much.
Someone stand up! Haven't you all had enough!?
Sorry sir, do you see what your lies have caused? Chaos has erupted between us all.
This, this is insane.
How did we come to this day?
This day of regrets, This day of killing the rejects.
When really sir, the one we should be rejecting is you!
Men amongst men,
Lives on the line, family left behind.
Someone for the love of Christ!
Stand up to this time!
Not to each other, but to you sir, you smothered us.
Now watch us do what you have trained us to become.
Watch us take over, watch us take a turn turn.

Rapidly ceasing.

I feel no redemption.
My body at least, Recalls no further brought attention.
Never have I attempted said affection.
For death to me was never a pondered question.
Everyone I see, everywhere I go- this infectious infection grows.
I'm itching to be pressed, release me of my distress-
Hear my words. Answer my forbidden and unheard calls, someone please end this all.
Before I, before you- before we all cease to rise above this all.
-Kelsey McKenzie Leigh Duncan