"Colors blur at sixty miles an hour and I can almost see your smile."
-Outsmarting Simon

Poetry

© Kimberly DiSante, 2003-2008

Words are Powerful, Please Handle with Discretion



Find me.

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Remember me?
Just a girl in the rain
wondering if the sun will shine
another day
or if these clouds are permanent
and if they part
will I even see?
So fixed on the dampness
that’s permeated everything
down to the core
to a heart that shudders
at the thought
for without You
it’s truly lost.

Posted by Kim on at 05:43pm

not temporary

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If I could write you just one letter
It would start with apologies
for all the things I didn’t tell you
and many times we disagreed
but I know, you knew I loved you so
and you knew, I knew that you loved me too...

Missing you ’s not temporary
It’s with me when I wake each day
You’re a beacon that I carry
One that death can’t pry away
from my aching heart that weeps for you
but you know, you still bring me laughter, too.

Can you see me when I’m crying?
’Cause I heard heaven has no tears.
Can you see me when I’m trying
to do the things you’d have me do
’Cause to make you proud is still my goal
Even though, I know, you’ll never know.

Posted by kim on at 04:19pm

A Lifetime of Fingerprints.

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See you in the mirror sometimes
but you aren’t here (and it’s torture)
I have your eyes but without you
I feel visually impaired.
The colors, once so vibrant, are now
monochromatic - a whole palette of grey,
since you had to go.

Still...
Your shadow is on my doorstep
and it somehow keeps the house warm
Your words are in my heart
and I know I’m not alone.
Your wisdom is a beacon
when the breath of darkness creeps in
Yes, the echo of your laughter
Lights the pathway home.

My voice has been silenced here
for a while now (as if broken)
or displaced by a heavy heart
from the chaos of this world.
But these words I softly whisper
A sapling of your heart song -- and I’ll sing your melody
Wherever I may go.

Because your shadow is on my doorstep
and it somehow keeps the house warm
Your words are in my heart
and I know I’m not alone.
Your wisdom is a beacon
when the breath of darkness creeps in
Yes, the echo of your laughter
Lights the pathway home.


In loving memory of my dad.

Posted by Kim on at 08:14am

So completely incomplete

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I’m sleeping
I’m dreaming
and thinking about you

I’m waking
I’m wondering
and thinking about you

and I will sing (you?) the song of my heart
the one that you wrote when you left here
and I will sing the song of my life
filled with love and the lessons you taught

your eyes can’t see me anymore
but I still want to make you proud
my eyes don’t see you anymore
and i miss you.

I’m thinking -- wondering
what’s it like
where you’ve gone?

I’m dreaming -- waiting
can’t wait to
see you again

when will we see you again?

your eyes can’t see me anymore
but I still want to make you proud
my eyes don’t see you anymore
and i miss you.

Posted by Kim on at 08:48pm

rising

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i know his words
and they’re all just lies.
you are fearfully and wonderfully made
and the wounds he’s left,
worse than broken bones, oh...
but today’s a brand new day.

And the Son is on the horizon
    and the Son so soon shall rise.
Be strong and courageous; stand your ground
    the dark will soon subside.

Posted by Kim on at 07:27pm

As long as you're dishonest, you'll be lying in the dark.

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don’t. don’t kid yourself
’cause you’re not fooling anyone else
your eyes defy the smile that’s
plastered on your face.

this indiscretion’s sickening
pretend that it’s not happening
can you ever find the truth
amongst lies you’ve sown so thick?

you think you’ve got the whole world tricked
but you’re the one that’s buying in
you think we’re all oblivious
i think you’d better think again.

what’s the point in honesty
when it falls on deaf ears?
for so long i’ve been waiting
but you won’t ever hear.

So, this is the first somewhat post-worthy poem for quite some time. Anth thinks it’s abstract; it’s about how if you lie to yourself enough, your lies become the only truth you know. I don’t know if I like it yet... it’s kind of a rough draft. On the other hand, I like the cheesy title quite a lot.

Posted by Kim on at 11:42pm

bees

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I’ve learned that real love doesn’t grow on trees
so I won’t release your hand
though it’s a constant fight to stand
amidst the tumbling waters
that pound the shifting sand
(no)
I’m not (i’m not) letting go
You’re tired (tired) but I still know
that some things (some things)
are worth the fight
though darkness (darkness) evades the light
and I’m not (I’m not)
losing you
after all we’ve struggled through
though the flowers (flowers)
are filled with bees
their fragrance (fragrance)
is ever sweet.

Posted by kim on at 12:31am

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