A better word for change
Would be "future"
For within it
Nothing will ever be the same.
Every particle in our bodies
That we believe make us unique;
Acquisitions of character patterns and behaviors;
Will all evolve and shape us
Into people we never thought we'd be.
With time will come a reckoning,
A self-realized revolution;
A distinct shift in brainwave activities
That couldn't be predicted,
Happening without force or will.
Our choice is weakness versus strength.
Should weakness prevail
We will destroy ourselves.
With strength will come an enlightenment,
The likes of which we'll have seen
One hundred times throughout life,
But that feels different
And will impact us beyond any stretch of imagination,
Breathing new life into
The shift of our bones,
Lightness of our being,
And the reflection of ourselves
In the wind through the trees
Or the rustling of leaves.
- LKS, 12/15/12
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
When Nostalgia Isn't Quite the Word
I feel like I could float
Up to the sky
And rest my fingertips
Within the cloudy cushion of the stratosphere,
Could drink in the lightness
Of the air up there,
Like I could
Keep this heavy heart at bay.
I could stretch my toes down to the Earth
And let the comfort of the world's warmth
Consume me.
I'd let my atoms melt
Into the sea,
I'd let my bones rest
In the wind
So I could really be a part of everything.
-10/20/12 LKS
Up to the sky
And rest my fingertips
Within the cloudy cushion of the stratosphere,
Could drink in the lightness
Of the air up there,
Like I could
Keep this heavy heart at bay.
I could stretch my toes down to the Earth
And let the comfort of the world's warmth
Consume me.
I'd let my atoms melt
Into the sea,
I'd let my bones rest
In the wind
So I could really be a part of everything.
-10/20/12 LKS
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Things That Keep Me Awake At Night
The world is wide and there are lots of distractions available to you there, but they only soothe for a limited amount of time. Only time itself can mend the broken and the wounded, the hurtful and the wretched, and it is time that we are all bound to. We are bound by our capacity to care for one another; to hold each other up when times of need call for it. Time can be a cruel master, but she is wise too. She gives us the freedom of knowledge and choice in everything that we do. That's the beauty of this world I suppose. It is both limited and limitless. It gives us strength and it exposes all of our weaknesses. It is our gift and it is our burden, but either way it is ours. Let us hold on tightly to it. Let us love one another.
-LKS 10/14/12
-LKS 10/14/12
Friday, September 28, 2012
There Exists A Distant Sound
Go back to the time
You remember most
Where the pain was least
And life's ghosts
Didn't haunt your dreams at night.
Light a match and kiss the flames,
A taste so sweet you'd never know
It was burning
Like the passions that left long ago
Leaving a gap in your heart
So large the ocean couldn't fill it
Even if it tried.
Reminisce
But don't miss those times;
With your eyes wide
Immerse yourself in this day.
- LKS, Written 9/27/2012
You remember most
Where the pain was least
And life's ghosts
Didn't haunt your dreams at night.
Light a match and kiss the flames,
A taste so sweet you'd never know
It was burning
Like the passions that left long ago
Leaving a gap in your heart
So large the ocean couldn't fill it
Even if it tried.
Reminisce
But don't miss those times;
With your eyes wide
Immerse yourself in this day.
- LKS, Written 9/27/2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
And If You Asked I Wouldn't Tell You Why
Steeped within the comforts of my former home
I roam the vast plains of time
Alone.
I fear not,
For I am tranquil with the thought
Of dissolving into this
Throne of lasting brick and stone;
Abandoning all former woes
That might call my name if I had known.
It is my every haven:
The creak of the garage door,
Watermarks upon the floor,
The chore of cleaning up those melted ice cubes
Who could not stand up
To the heat around the valley’s core
If only they’d have shown themselves before
They might have had a chance, poor things.
My travels may just prove me weary
My shadow may just show me weak
But I will cling to this serenity,
I will keep myself afloat,
And drift along in serenity
Through time’s sands
However remote.
-LKS 9/24/2012
I roam the vast plains of time
Alone.
I fear not,
For I am tranquil with the thought
Of dissolving into this
Throne of lasting brick and stone;
Abandoning all former woes
That might call my name if I had known.
It is my every haven:
The creak of the garage door,
Watermarks upon the floor,
The chore of cleaning up those melted ice cubes
Who could not stand up
To the heat around the valley’s core
If only they’d have shown themselves before
They might have had a chance, poor things.
My travels may just prove me weary
My shadow may just show me weak
But I will cling to this serenity,
I will keep myself afloat,
And drift along in serenity
Through time’s sands
However remote.
-LKS 9/24/2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Slipping
All you ever wanted
Was to be free,
But I seethed with a fire
That detained your nature,
Breeding a distrust that
Disrupted the harmonies
Your innermost desires have been singing
For as long as I can remember.
Frightened,
You retreat into consciousness
Where your truths are your lies,
Where your lies are my truths,
Where boundaries are blurred
By exchanges of misunderstood innuendos
And metaphors govern
The sacred interactions we share.
Return to me.
Release me from the flames
So I can set you free once again.
-LKS 9/20/12
Saturday, September 15, 2012
The Issue At Hand
Breath with
Lungs open.
See with
Eyes wide.
Sing like
The wind
Will take your voice
And carry it to me
And keep me warm
At night.
-LKS 9/15/12
Lungs open.
See with
Eyes wide.
Sing like
The wind
Will take your voice
And carry it to me
And keep me warm
At night.
-LKS 9/15/12
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Keep Dreaming
Life's not easy, is it? There are a lot of expectations there; a lot of rules to follow, a lot of social guidelines. Get a degree, start a career, get married, have children, live in a home with a white picket fence, always be happy, pretend like everything is ok, keep up appearances, keep smiling, keep breathing, keep working until your skin wrinkles, keep reaching, keep up on politics, keep up with technology, earn, gain, strive, keep going and going and going until you take that last, beautiful breath... Thinking about all of it at once is enough to drive a person mad! Maybe mindfulness is the way to go. Maybe spontaneity should define us. Maybe we should just stop worrying about it. Maybe I should stop worrying about it. Maybe it won't matter. Maybe it already doesn't. Only one way to find out.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Should We Persist
I think
That if we are to exist
Persistence in the face of nature
Is a necessary force
Much like the wind,
Or the sun’s caress,
Or the emotional stress
That comes with loving someone
Less and less.
This mess that we’re in
Places the blame on a whim
Yet there is a certain,
Premeditated state of shame
That comes with this
Everlasting shade of grey.
Should the continuity in your gaze
Falter and look away
I will know that it is fate,
Calculating the movements of her claim,
Coming to take our names.
-LKS 9/11/12
That if we are to exist
Persistence in the face of nature
Is a necessary force
Much like the wind,
Or the sun’s caress,
Or the emotional stress
That comes with loving someone
Less and less.
This mess that we’re in
Places the blame on a whim
Yet there is a certain,
Premeditated state of shame
That comes with this
Everlasting shade of grey.
Should the continuity in your gaze
Falter and look away
I will know that it is fate,
Calculating the movements of her claim,
Coming to take our names.
-LKS 9/11/12
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Flesh Wounds
Retractable statements stinging like flesh wounds from papercuts;
Slight but mighty
With enough force to bring a grown man
To suck on his own finger as if
He were still a child of 5.
Metallic shards of maroon
Rushing like snails on a summer night,
Sticky like Choco Tacos,
Leaving your hands covered in sugary messes
Bless their vanilla hearts.
Throbbing words of wisdom strewn about,
Piling up on floors and window panes
To show you they can still convince you that you're small
In the scheme of things.
They're right you know.
You are small.
You're small but you've got a heart the size of a poppy field
And a brain to match.
Don't let words poison you; don't let them change you,
Sister.
Keep your head up.
-LKS 7/31/12
Slight but mighty
With enough force to bring a grown man
To suck on his own finger as if
He were still a child of 5.
Metallic shards of maroon
Rushing like snails on a summer night,
Sticky like Choco Tacos,
Leaving your hands covered in sugary messes
Bless their vanilla hearts.
Throbbing words of wisdom strewn about,
Piling up on floors and window panes
To show you they can still convince you that you're small
In the scheme of things.
They're right you know.
You are small.
You're small but you've got a heart the size of a poppy field
And a brain to match.
Don't let words poison you; don't let them change you,
Sister.
Keep your head up.
-LKS 7/31/12
Friday, July 13, 2012
When I Met The Future
I feel odd
In my bones,
In my skin.
Tracing the finite fabric of eternity,
Racing and chasing the wind of change,
I feel fate coming.
What a mighty, mighty wind.
-Lacee Kae
In my bones,
In my skin.
Tracing the finite fabric of eternity,
Racing and chasing the wind of change,
I feel fate coming.
What a mighty, mighty wind.
-Lacee Kae
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Young Lovers Romance
If matter mattered
We could scatter our passions,
Our innate reactions
So subtle they’d tatter
Nature’s very fabric.
Title fights,
Having been battered,
Afford us time that
Otherwise
Could not be inclined
To sit on its hind legs
And give us some space.
It’s difficult to breath in here.
As we slip slow and steady
We’re ready to accept that
You and me,
We’ve got nothing to lose here.
Run for it and see.
- LKS
This poem is about two people and what their romance means, but they'll never know I wrote it for them.
I kind of like it that way.
We could scatter our passions,
Our innate reactions
So subtle they’d tatter
Nature’s very fabric.
Title fights,
Having been battered,
Afford us time that
Otherwise
Could not be inclined
To sit on its hind legs
And give us some space.
It’s difficult to breath in here.
As we slip slow and steady
We’re ready to accept that
You and me,
We’ve got nothing to lose here.
Run for it and see.
- LKS
This poem is about two people and what their romance means, but they'll never know I wrote it for them.
I kind of like it that way.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Nostalgic Solidarity
In a dressing room
In upstate
She waits.
Fumbling with thoughts of
Things left behind
A light sigh cries
From her lips
Like
That time when mom
Left the screen open
And Maverick escaped.
She chased that dog for hours,
She did.
Eventually things
Returned to their right place.
It wasn't so bad then
Was it?
Things will get better.
- LKS
In upstate
She waits.
Fumbling with thoughts of
Things left behind
A light sigh cries
From her lips
Like
That time when mom
Left the screen open
And Maverick escaped.
She chased that dog for hours,
She did.
Eventually things
Returned to their right place.
It wasn't so bad then
Was it?
Things will get better.
- LKS
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Standing Sideways
Souls sold for a quick buck
Make homes in plastic seeking hearts
Where individuality is a rarity
Conformity is honesty
Utopia remains a mystery
Intelligence sits like history
The irony is that society
Values materiality over creativity
When did we become
So obsessed with popularity
When in reality
It stands in relativity
And makes no difference anyway
-Belief In Symmetry
Make homes in plastic seeking hearts
Where individuality is a rarity
Conformity is honesty
Utopia remains a mystery
Intelligence sits like history
The irony is that society
Values materiality over creativity
When did we become
So obsessed with popularity
When in reality
It stands in relativity
And makes no difference anyway
-Belief In Symmetry
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Radiate Light
How little it matters,
The perceptual depths of conception.
Misguided we slip Into misinformed judgements,
Harassing the very nature
Of Mother Earth's divine creations.
What we really need is
Compassion, passion, and understanding;
We need to be an uplifting light
Of positive energy,
Flowing from the tips of our fingers
To the ends of our toes.
A manifestation of creation
In its highest regard.
Fill your heart with love,
Let a sense of joy consume you.
-LKS
The perceptual depths of conception.
Misguided we slip Into misinformed judgements,
Harassing the very nature
Of Mother Earth's divine creations.
What we really need is
Compassion, passion, and understanding;
We need to be an uplifting light
Of positive energy,
Flowing from the tips of our fingers
To the ends of our toes.
A manifestation of creation
In its highest regard.
Fill your heart with love,
Let a sense of joy consume you.
-LKS
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Historically Speaking
Mild mannered mystery
Consuming oral histories
Indulgent like such propheciesz
Of those who came before me
Egos tethered; perched like stone
Vast and noble reach the throne
Hold tight just like you've never known
Your finely tuned ancestry
Forgotten still we must remain
Wary, scary, and detained
Detached, relapsed, won't you refrain?
You're getting in the way
What stake is held within a name
If atoms don't remain the same
They slip and fade right into gray
Resist existence, held at bay
How daunting it must be to live
Like matter in an empty tray
To never see the light of day
To never know your name.
Consuming oral histories
Indulgent like such propheciesz
Of those who came before me
Egos tethered; perched like stone
Vast and noble reach the throne
Hold tight just like you've never known
Your finely tuned ancestry
Forgotten still we must remain
Wary, scary, and detained
Detached, relapsed, won't you refrain?
You're getting in the way
What stake is held within a name
If atoms don't remain the same
They slip and fade right into gray
Resist existence, held at bay
How daunting it must be to live
Like matter in an empty tray
To never see the light of day
To never know your name.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Questionable Series of Events
Afraid of a future that’s not even here;
Unclear, I hear the dull roar
I implore it to wait for a minute,
Slow down…
I fear I’m not ready for it yet.
Where everything’s scattered and shattered,
Fragments collide like epiphanies
Through space and time.
You can reach but can’t touch,
Seek but can’t rush
Matters of time that crush
The very system you thought you knew.
It is not yours to control.
It is not yours to console.
It is yours to give in to.
Moving forward I’m bordered
By orders in foreign tongues near.
Unafraid I await the forms of my fate
Through the fragments a figure appears.
- LKS 4/9/12
Unclear, I hear the dull roar
I implore it to wait for a minute,
Slow down…
I fear I’m not ready for it yet.
Where everything’s scattered and shattered,
Fragments collide like epiphanies
Through space and time.
You can reach but can’t touch,
Seek but can’t rush
Matters of time that crush
The very system you thought you knew.
It is not yours to control.
It is not yours to console.
It is yours to give in to.
Moving forward I’m bordered
By orders in foreign tongues near.
Unafraid I await the forms of my fate
Through the fragments a figure appears.
- LKS 4/9/12
Friday, February 17, 2012
For You
I don't expect you
To erase everything you know,
But I do expect
Your respect
In everything I do,
Or would do,
For you, my friend.
Don't leave me here
Alone in this place.
Wondering.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Like I have no chance
Of seeing you shine
One day.
Let it be soon.
Let it be everything
I imagined it to be.
-LKS 2/17/12
To erase everything you know,
But I do expect
Your respect
In everything I do,
Or would do,
For you, my friend.
Don't leave me here
Alone in this place.
Wondering.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Like I have no chance
Of seeing you shine
One day.
Let it be soon.
Let it be everything
I imagined it to be.
-LKS 2/17/12
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Make It Last
Don't ask because you want to feel
Make it last like your love, make it real.
Begging lips that tremble still
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
Oh that train is coming
So we keep on running.
Make it last like your love, make it real.
On the road, out of steam
Everything is what it seems.
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
Sighing slow, breathing deep,
Cracks creep slowly up through the street.
Lying low, bound to sleep,
Dreams that hope for my knees to go weak.
So it's steady and slow
Troubles come and they go
Make it last like your love, make it real.
For the world's much to wide
To be stuck by your side
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
-LKS 2/7/12
Make it last like your love, make it real.
Begging lips that tremble still
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
Oh that train is coming
So we keep on running.
Make it last like your love, make it real.
On the road, out of steam
Everything is what it seems.
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
Sighing slow, breathing deep,
Cracks creep slowly up through the street.
Lying low, bound to sleep,
Dreams that hope for my knees to go weak.
So it's steady and slow
Troubles come and they go
Make it last like your love, make it real.
For the world's much to wide
To be stuck by your side
Make it work like your love, make it heal.
-LKS 2/7/12
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Joke's On Us
Stop motion fiction
Enigmatic friction
Heartbeats stiff with
Mild conviction
Rooted feet
Melt to the street
Comfortable junctions
Make life complete
Transparent nights
Give hope for new lights
Tragic but beautiful
Songs of our plights
This crumbling youth
Within holds the truth
Eloquent designs
Reveal hope for such minds
Who yearn for new proof
Hold on to it tight
Through struggle and fight
Time slips through the fingers
Blinded by sight
- LKS 2/6/12
Enigmatic friction
Heartbeats stiff with
Mild conviction
Rooted feet
Melt to the street
Comfortable junctions
Make life complete
Transparent nights
Give hope for new lights
Tragic but beautiful
Songs of our plights
This crumbling youth
Within holds the truth
Eloquent designs
Reveal hope for such minds
Who yearn for new proof
Hold on to it tight
Through struggle and fight
Time slips through the fingers
Blinded by sight
- LKS 2/6/12
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Meetings With Strangers
Now I'm running backwards
Steering clear of lofty hazards
Sixty miles begs for freedom
But gravity will shift its standards
Conversations become butter
Bitter lovers run for cover
Silken lips that once did love
Seek out but never find another
Repeating softly, she says,
"How I always longed to dream"
With deception as a best friend
Broken hearts assure routine
- LKS, 2/2/2012
Steering clear of lofty hazards
Sixty miles begs for freedom
But gravity will shift its standards
Conversations become butter
Bitter lovers run for cover
Silken lips that once did love
Seek out but never find another
Repeating softly, she says,
"How I always longed to dream"
With deception as a best friend
Broken hearts assure routine
- LKS, 2/2/2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Nothing. Everything.
I am lost in space, in translation. Time itself is eating me alive; overwhelming me with consciousness. I am neither here nor there but I am everywhere. I am part of everything. My atoms are yours and yours mine. I breath with your lungs. I go where you go. I keep in time with your thoughts, your movements. There is no space in between my thoughts and yours because they are one in the same. I am nothing. You are nothing. I am everything. You are everything. Just floating there all at once. Floating. Withdrawing from gravity. Moving through time like I am everything; like you are everything; like we are nothing all at once.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Easy Summers
I miss easy summer afternoons,
Sweet like honeysuckle,
Mellow like morning hours.
The breeze, like velvet,
Runs through my hair,
Caresses my skin,
Illuminating that feeling
Of being alive.
Sunlight,
With its friendly kiss,
Drifts in.
Weightless. Endless.
There you sit
Glowing in the radiant warmth
Of a summer day.
Everything is right.
We're alright.
- LKS. January 28, 2012.
Sweet like honeysuckle,
Mellow like morning hours.
The breeze, like velvet,
Runs through my hair,
Caresses my skin,
Illuminating that feeling
Of being alive.
Sunlight,
With its friendly kiss,
Drifts in.
Weightless. Endless.
There you sit
Glowing in the radiant warmth
Of a summer day.
Everything is right.
We're alright.
- LKS. January 28, 2012.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
In Regards To Insecurity
Let me step back for a minute an take a look at myself. This is a moment of weakness; insecurity showing through. I will not have this. I am stronger than this. This is petty and I am not. This will not overcome me because I will not let it. I will move forward through this moment and treat it like it doesn't exist, like it is a forgotten memory.
I must look at all the good in my life, appreciate it, appreciate the beautiful things that life has given to me and that I have worked for. In comparison this moment of weakness is nothing. It does not compare to all of the beauty I will endure in the upcoming months. This moment is equivalent to a speck of dust in the universe. It is not tragic, it is not life changing, it is just dust.
I feel better already.
I must look at all the good in my life, appreciate it, appreciate the beautiful things that life has given to me and that I have worked for. In comparison this moment of weakness is nothing. It does not compare to all of the beauty I will endure in the upcoming months. This moment is equivalent to a speck of dust in the universe. It is not tragic, it is not life changing, it is just dust.
I feel better already.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Of Spring: A Letter To My Friends
Wow. This feels different. Really different. I feel good. I feel confident. I feel competent and de-stressed and motivated and invincible. I feel beautiful. In this moment, I feel the way everyone should feel. I feel happy.
Last semester was by far the worst semester of my college career. I couldn't focus, I had no drive, I felt like I wasn't going anywhere. I was focused on petty things and was getting frustrated easily. Long story short, I needed this winter break more than I ever thought possible. And I come to you now feeling like a different person. Hopefully my attitude has changed visibly because I was a jerk last semester and boy do I know it! I made mistakes. I made stupid decisions. But I have learned from my hardships and for that I am thankful. I am thankful that today is a new day, and so is tomorrow. I am thankful for this new year and am thankful that my friends stuck with me even though I was rotten last Fall. I love you and am forever graced and blessed to have you in my life. Seriously, you don't know how much all of you mean to me. You are my saving grace, and I learn a lot about life, love, and all kinds of other things from you each day. Yes, I have to get sappy for a minute.
So this semester if I talk too much, get too excited, call you too often, am always smiling, am out on the weekends, am asleep by 10pm on weekdays talk too much about Coachella, talk to much about turning 21, or any combination of the above things, know that I want you to join me here, in this place of happy and that is why I do these things. I hope that the positivity I feel right now persists and spreads and infects each and every one of you. You are gorgeous, talented people. You deserve to feel invincible. You deserve to feel the goodness of youth for as long as possible, to live and breath its scent each and every moment of each and every day. I know it's hard. We are all extremely busy individuals and the semester will not get any easier. But seriously, take time for yourself this semester. Take time out with your friends. Put that paper off another day. And remember that you are only young once and that you only live once.
Be free.
-Lacee
Last semester was by far the worst semester of my college career. I couldn't focus, I had no drive, I felt like I wasn't going anywhere. I was focused on petty things and was getting frustrated easily. Long story short, I needed this winter break more than I ever thought possible. And I come to you now feeling like a different person. Hopefully my attitude has changed visibly because I was a jerk last semester and boy do I know it! I made mistakes. I made stupid decisions. But I have learned from my hardships and for that I am thankful. I am thankful that today is a new day, and so is tomorrow. I am thankful for this new year and am thankful that my friends stuck with me even though I was rotten last Fall. I love you and am forever graced and blessed to have you in my life. Seriously, you don't know how much all of you mean to me. You are my saving grace, and I learn a lot about life, love, and all kinds of other things from you each day. Yes, I have to get sappy for a minute.
So this semester if I talk too much, get too excited, call you too often, am always smiling, am out on the weekends, am asleep by 10pm on weekdays talk too much about Coachella, talk to much about turning 21, or any combination of the above things, know that I want you to join me here, in this place of happy and that is why I do these things. I hope that the positivity I feel right now persists and spreads and infects each and every one of you. You are gorgeous, talented people. You deserve to feel invincible. You deserve to feel the goodness of youth for as long as possible, to live and breath its scent each and every moment of each and every day. I know it's hard. We are all extremely busy individuals and the semester will not get any easier. But seriously, take time for yourself this semester. Take time out with your friends. Put that paper off another day. And remember that you are only young once and that you only live once.
Be free.
-Lacee
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